Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The Snowstorm Palm that could be used for far range attack was altered by him for close combat. Garen came across this palm technique due to its incomparable speed that couldn’t be dodged. Now White Night has indistinctly blended his technique into this palm technique, allowing the palm technique to guide his body to lightning bolt speed.
The Snowstorm Palm was one of the three consummate skill of the Scarlet Snow Sect. Having it displayed by White Night, the extent of its impact has reached its highest potential.
Far range attacks would have its energy loss after all while close range battles would burst out the strongest explosive force.
White Night played it out at a Full-Moon Level, at the opponent’s unguarded chest.
The outcome was determined.
Wham!!
That person lifted his head and spewed out fresh blood. His blood hung in the air frozen, landing crushed red ice chunks on the ground.
Stumbling a few steps back, this person went down unwilling with his head thrown back. His breathing stopped temporarily. He went through shock with one palm.
The people from New Aurora immediately opened up the entrance of the protective barrier to get on stage and removed him.
“Will the battle continue?” The referee asked.
The elder from the New Aurora tensed his face and decisively shook his head.
“No.”
“Scarlet Snow Sect wins! The next opponent, please get up on stage!” The referee immediately announced the victory.
This was a training tactic. If they were to continue the battle, wouldn’t that be giving a chance to those competitors that needed to head up on stage to exhaust White Night’s energy? Wouldn’t that give way to other sects? So the best strategy now was to wait.
White Night gave a contemptuous smile and turned to return to the area he occupied earlier. He nodded the direction of Garen with respect.
Garen nodded in response.
“He didn’t even release his Energy Machinery… Tsk tsk, what an amazing real experience fighting ability!” The elder beside Garen could be throwing sarcasm or praise.
“No one will think you’re a mute if you don’t speak,” the female sect master coldly blurted.
“I’m just afraid that someone thinks I’m mute,” the elder smiled with narrow eyes without throwing a temper. “This competition is for one thing, ranking; and another thing, is to have potential disciples see the real world and have an exchange. This blow by the representative of Scarlet Snow really shows no mercy… To vanquish that palm without the skill of a Non-Failing Level would take no less than a few days, tsk tsk…”
“Thank you for your compliment,” Garen dully responded.
White Night ended the next few rounds with one palm. No one could fathom on how quick he pushed forth the palm. The Snowstorm Palm was an undefeatable feat. Those behind simply threw in the towel.
It wasn’t long until the first course of the competing section ended and the Scarlet Snow Sect ranked first. The first immediate winner to complete the competing section and advancing to winners’ major arena grouping.
“I will excuse myself now,” Garen got up and left the arena with the three representatives. The value of the major area was not here but at a separate location.
It wasn’t that all surprising on the easy win for the Scarlet Snow Sect.
An additional effect on the Scarlet Snow Technique would happen for White Night to possess the Gideon Body. Moreover, he had a solid real battle experience so an easy win wasn’t something to be taken aback by.
Garen was slightly worried by the lack of activity from the two men in black. They didn’t make a move to assault him so it was unsure if there was a shift in their plans for his bonus appearance.
******
Within a pitch black abyss in Planet Naga.
“And the seeds?” A clear crisp female voice was heard afar in the darkness.
“In the competition. The three seeds are in the three competing arenas respectively. It’ll be all good as long as we win,” another young boy’s voice was heard replying.
“Be careful of the Red Skeleton, White Lion, Black Jade Dragon and Hell King Blade. These four are the eight most powerful with White Lion lurking the deepest yet the most powerful. He would be the biggest threat to the seeds.”
“Handle them first before anything.”
“And the matter concerning Jeros?”
“Captain has observed their participants. They’re not up to the level of threat to the seeds. Heed no attention. He wouldn’t dare to pull a stunt in ruining our arrangement.”
******
Wham!!
Black Jade Dragon brutally smashed his opponent onto the ground, sinking him to the point his flesh and bone were meshed beyond recognition.
He flexed the muscles on his tough upper body.
“I said I’ll come face on! One punch! You can’t even hold one punch. Just go home and suckle your mother! What a waste of my time!” The then Black Jade Dragon Beast has grown into a tan-skinned wild man.
The elder of the opponent rushed to the stage to move the wounded disciple. No one dared to glare at him in rage. Black Jade Dragon represented one of the top constitutions of special talent.
Without a body type of the similar level, no one stood a chance to face him on chance.
“Next!” Black Jade Dragon roared in insolence and boredom.
This was the hundred and sixth opponent he struck down. No one would take more than three punches from him. Most of them collapsed in one hit. This had Black Jade Dragon who was out seeking opponents in utmost dissatisfaction.
Black Jade Dragon was wearing some golden accessories all over. The shadow of the once dedicate little boy could indistinctly be seen.
The following opponent held off going on stage that Black Jade Dragon grew impatient and dug his ear.
“I said, next! Are you deaf!?” He glared and shouted in front of him.
A pale young man who was just prepared to head upstage fell on his posterior from this fright and couldn’t get up.
“I… I surrender…”
“I am surrendering too!”
“Me too!!”
Those lined up behind immediately raised white flags.
The round at the competing arena ended in an instant. Black Jade Dragon was dumbfounded as he swept his glance around. The experts from other sects couldn’t help but avoid eye contact with him.
Those that surrendered wanted him to swiftly triumph so they could reserve their ability for a better ranking.
“Patooi!” Black Jade Dragon didn’t manage to vent, “Since Strength Kaiser and Mammoth, there really isn’t any competent opponents! How unfulfilling!”
He may as well have left the stage.
The first winner of the first competing arena was then determined.
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The second competing arena.
“Paw of White Lion!”
A gentle male voice was heard.
With that, a rumbling acute tremble ensued.
In the competing grounds, a black hole appeared on top of a white-clothed man and within the black hole, a terrifying large limb of a lion over ten meters thick extended out and crushed the opponent to the ground. It was an explosion of fresh blood galore, splattering onto the ground. Residues of flesh, blood, bones and intestines scattered all around.
“White Lion wins!” A female referee’s voice was heard.
“White Lion!!” An elder of a major sect scowled viciously at the man on stage. The beloved disciple that he took pride in was instantly murdered by him! Such enmity!!
“You better pray you do not end up in my hands…” The cold yet heinous voice of this elder was heard.
White Lion didn’t take it to heart.
“Thank you for your advice,” he gently replied with manners.
“The last round is won by White Lion!”
Ensued with constant gruesome state of each of his opponents, the reputation on the cruelty of White Lion in the second competing arena spread out.
The reputation on the strength of Black Jade Dragon from the first competing arena circulated. That terrifying strength to immediately smash in one punch no matter the attacking Energy Machinery far exceeded the Inherited Level range but rather at the peak of the Non-Failing Level. Black Jade Dragon only revealed the tip of the iceberg of his brutal force.
******
The third competing arena.
Up on stage was a graceful young lady in red facing a blue-eyed man dressed in black with a black mask.
The two’s whip intertwined heavily as the red and black whips lashed edgy weal. Each weal scratched the surface, leaving a deep gully.
“Resonate Rumble!!”
The young lady in red raised her arm.
With a rumble, a blue lightning was released from her whip. Carrying forth a mount of quake, it leaped meters in distance and fronted the man in black in the face.
“Resonate Sand.”
The man in black’s other vacant arm disappeared and reappeared between the thunderous lightning and his face. He erected his pointer and lightly dabbed.
Swoosh!
His finger penetrated the thunderous lightning and burst open an overcast of yellow sand that wrapped everything within. The yellow sand held up for half a second before disappearing after engulfing the thunderous lightning.
“Little Red!” The young lady in red seemed to have predicted this turn of events and while her opponent was busy attending to this move, she shot a red thread at the speed of light.
The red thread limbered out in mid-air, quickly transforming into a red-jaded skeleton as tall as a person.
The red skeleton barged towards the opponent. Its sharp claws swishing with sounds of cutting winds. Its speed far surpassed the whip by multiple thresholds as it emerged before the opponent.
“Leap Sand,” the man turned to lash his whip as quick.
Bam!!
He managed to cast it on the incoming red skeleton.
The lash burst open a vast amount of yellow sand, interweaving to a few seconds of standstill with the red blazing light on the red skeleton before separating in a loud crash.
It was a tie!
The long holding battle was still on the run, the two were already catching their breaths.
******
On the other end, the Scarlet Snow Sect sang songs of triumphant, bagging more victories and fewer losses. It was soon when they entered the third competing arena’s final battleground. It was a zone near Red Skeleton and the man in black’s ongoing battle.
More than half the sects had been eliminated by now. In the winner’s grouping, only twelve sects remained with three from the medium-sized sect and the rest were large-sized.
The Scarlet Snow was a member of the three medium-sized sects. His current scale was naturally considered a medium-sized.
When Garen led the pack to enter, he caught glimpse of Accord sitting amongst the selected participants.
The formation of the Scarlet Snow Sect lured the attention of Accord. He motioned his sight over in search of Garen but quickly averted his eyes with slight disappointment.
Once here, he could not transmit his voice out at his disposal. This was the arena’s final battleground. It was equipped with absolute isolating barrier.
Garen too temporarily shut his communications channel.
He could tell that Accord covered up his appearance and scent. Although it could not be concealed from top experts, regular people would not be able to recognize his identity nor appearance. The name he introduced himself with was Dark Light and not Accord.
