Warrior's Promise
chapter-329

After Ao Wushuang and Han Qianze's battle ended, the second battle began immediately.

Hong Qingtian was up against Mo Yue.

Hong Qingtian ranked fifth in the previous List of Top 100 Talents and was also the Sixth Prince of the imperial family of the Great Hong Empire, while Mo Yue ranked eighth and was the young master of Cold-blood Hall.

Hong Qingtian stood in the fighting ring wearing a python-patterned robe. He gave off a royal demeanour, as if he was a real emperor.

Mo Yue was the exact opposite, his long black robe and his blood-shot eyes emitting a terrifying chill.

Cold-blood Hall was a Demon Skill Sect and it's cruel nature had always disgusted the other six large sects. If not for the fact that they were wary of the power Cold-blood Hall wielded, they would have eliminated them long ago.

The two began fighting without any pleasantries.

"World-obliterating Palm!"

Hong Qingtian swung his palm at Mo Yue with great power.

"Destroy!"

Mo Yue also sent out a deathly pale palm, and both palm prints broke upon collision. The two men were evenly matched.

"Hong Qingtian, from this day on, you are no longer a match for me!" Mo Yue yelled coldly as he rushed toward Hong Qingtian.

Mo Yue yelled coldly as he rushed toward Hong Qingtian.

In mid-air, Mo Yue's figure split into 16 identical illusions and rushed toward Hong Qingtian in a fan shape.

It was impossible to tell which figures were fake and which was real.

"Blood Devil's Great Handprint!"

All 16 figures of Mo Yue simultaneously sent out blood red palm prints at Hong Qingtian.

"What?"

Hong Qingtian was stunned by the frightening power of the palm prints.

Swish!

Rather than face them head on he swiftly stepped away, barely dodging the attack.

Swoosh!

At the same time, 16 figures of Mo Yue surrounded him.

"Die!"

Hong Qingtian struck four figures with his palms, they vanished.

"Oh no, they're all illusions!"

Hong Qingtian's face changed. All 16 figures but one were illusions, and did not possess any real attacking power.

Their attacks were tactics to confuse the opponent.

Rumble!

Suddenly the remaining 12 figures attacked together once again, their 12 blood red palm prints trapping Hong Qingtian within.

"Which one is the real attack?" thought Hong Qingtian in panic.

Each of the 12 attacks seemed equally real to him.

He had no way of telling which one was real.

"Ho!"

He frantically pushed out both palms toward two palm prints.

At the same time, Genuine Vitality gushed out of his body, forming a sturdy Genuine Vitality shield.

The two palm prints that he targeted were both illusions and promptly dissipated.

Boom!

The other 10 palm prints hit Hong Qingtian, one of which was the true attack.

Pop!

With a dull sound, Hong Qingtian's air shield of Genuine Vitality shattered instantly.

The impact of the Bloody Hand palm print sent Hong Qingtian flying back hundreds of meters with blood trickling from his mouth.

"Accept your defeat, Hong Qingtian!" once again, Mo Yue multiplied himself into 16 identical replicas and rushed toward him.

Once again, Mo Yue multiplied himself into 16 identical replicas and rushed toward him.

"Defeating me won't be so easy!" yelled Hong Qingtian coldly. He shot up into the air and sent a flurry of palm prints toward Mo Yue.

Yelled Hong Qingtian coldly. He shot up into the air and sent a flurry of palm prints toward Mo Yue.

Mo Yue's replicas kept dissipating and materializing; Hong Qingtian's attacks were completely neutralised by the 16 illusions.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Giant palm prints flew throughout the entire fighting ring, and Mo Yue's replicas were repeatedly dissipating.

However, Hong Qingtian could not discern Mo Yue's real figure and kept losing ground. Soon, he had sustained serious injuries.

After a few more moves, Hong Qingtian was finally defeated.

Having devoured part of his Dragon Luck, Mo Yue left the fighting ring.

However, before he walked off, he glanced at Su Mo with a murderous glint in his eyes.

Su Mo frowned. He noticed Mo Yue's look, but did not know what it meant.

No one was that surprised that Mo Yue had defeated Hong Qingtian; In last year's competition, the two had been fairly well-matched, so it was logical that Mo Yue would turn the tables on Hong Qingtian.

In the third battle, Wu Sheng was up against Duanmu Ying.

"Duanmu Ying is no match for Wu Sheng!"

"Yes, Wu Sheng is even more powerful than Huo Ling, and is second only to Ao Wushuang."

"In this competition, perhaps only Wu Sheng and the ninth princess will be able to exchange a couple of moves with Ao Wushuang!"

Wu Sheng and Duan Muying entered the fighting ring amidst the crowd's chatter,.

The plain-looking Wu Sheng stood as still and expressionless as a pine tree; A long, black steel sword on his back.

Duan Muying, on the other hand, looked incredibly grave and serious.

As soon as she entered the ring, she surrounded herself with heavy Body-protection Genuine Vitality, looking wearily at her opponent.

After facing off for half a minute, Wu Sheng made the first move.

Clang!

The long sword left its sheath without any sword radiance; leaving only a black streak through the air.

The next moment, the sword was right in front of Duan Muying.

"Vanish!" yelled Duan Muying, swinging her pale palms toward the sword.

Yelled Duan Muying, swinging her pale palms toward the sword.

Boom!

The sword Qi dissappated, and Duanmu Ying fell back dozens of meters. A white scar appeared on her slender white hands, it had almost sliced her open.

Wu Sheng hurtled swiftly toward Duan Muying, like a sword cutting through the air.

With a blinding burst of light, Wu Sheng's terrifying sword will created a sword illusion above his head.

His first move was just to gauge Duan Muying's abilities, now he was starting to use sword will.

Swish!

A thin stream of dark sword radiance, that was over 10 meters long, sliced through the air and headed straight at her.

The move did not carry much power but was incredibly sharp.

"What?..." Duan Muying exclaimed in shock. She knew that she could not stop this move from slicing her in half.

Duan Muying exclaimed in shock. She knew that she could not stop this move from slicing her in half.

Swish!

She retreated swiftly until she fell right out of the fighting ring.

Wu Sheng had won!

After devouring part of Duan Muying's Dragon Luck, he left without saying a word.

Buzz! Buzz!

Su Mo's token began vibrating. He was to fight in the fourth battle.

Swoosh!

He and his opponent both landed in the fighting ring.

It was Huo Ling.

"Wow!"

The arena instantly erupted with excitement.

Su Mo was very popular due to his continuous victories and had even defeated Han Qianze, ranked sixth in the last competition, so no one dared to underestimate him.

"I wonder if Su Mo will perform yet another miracle by defeating Huo Ling?"

"The ninth princess as the strongest dark horse here has defeated Huo Ling, so if Su Mo defeats him too, that would mean he's just as strong as she is!"

"That's almost impossible! The ninth princess defeated Huo Ling with her impregnable defense, while Su Mo is just a swordsman. He has no strong defensive ability!"