The Supreme God of Martial Arts

"I can't help but admit that the power of the seeded disciple from the Rose Finch School really is sinister. Everybody would shudder

and die, if not, be heavily defeated with that attack."

"Ever since entering the Blue Dragon School, Martin has shown exceptional talent in the learning of martial arts. He has also

defeated many powerful disciples.

| have never imagined that he would die here today."

As they watched how Tevin used the Immortal Slaughter with their own eyes, they immediately sensed an obvious terrifying force.

Therefore, there was no doubt that most people believed that it would be undeniably difficult for Tevin's opponent to escape from

death.

Boom! Without another warning, everyone was startled by the sudden noise that resounded in the air.

Their mouths were once more gaped wide open as they watched how one of Austin's arms grew bigger and bigger and was now as

thick and as big as a flood dragon. His clenched fist had expanded into the size of a small mountain. All of a sudden, Austin waved

it into the air, launching a violent force. The whole space quivered tically.

The space in front of Austin's fist started to form a crack that was succeeded on by another crack and did not stop spreading into

the distance.

Another huge noise surprised everyone in sight.

The sound was like a sharp blade cutting through metal, and its piercing bang caused a seemingly endless buzz that made

everyone cover their ears, afraid they would bleed.

Everyone gasped once more. Austin's fist was able to successfully block the force from the red light.

As the forces faded down in the arena, the fight had reached a stalemate due to the maintained temporary balance.

Austin's fist started to ache. After all, there was no denying that the power of the red light was indeed very violent.

However, to Austin's relief, the pain on his fist was the only thing that he could feel at this moment and nothing worse than that.

The crowd fell completely silent in shock. They didn't know what to say for they weren't any more certain about who was going to

win this fight. Even Tevin felt completely shocked by the scene in front of him, but he did not dare show this in front of his

opponent. "What the hell?

Did you just...

Did you just resist my Immortal Slaughter using a bare fist?"

The elder of the Rose Finch School, who taught Tevin this skill, once told him that he would be able to slay even an immortal once

he had achieved the highest level of Immortal Slaughter.

The skill was so powerful that no ordinary things under the heaven would be able to resist its attack, and it was sure doom for the

opponent.

However, to Tevin's astonishment, a mortal person was able to resist the force of this powerful Immortal Slaughter just with his

physical body. ‘Unbelievable, ' thought Tevin to himself.

His physical strength is no doubt absurdly excellent.’ Tevin could not help but admit.

Without waiting for another minute, Austin took the advantage and the initiative to attack.

Boom! Another blast resounded immediately as his other arm grew bigger as well to match the other. Dreadful bursts of energies

as thick as dragons hovered around both his arms. His arms seethed and hissed terrifyingly like mighty beasts. The horrible sight

had driven fear to every spectator's heart to the point that they did not dare breathe.

As soon as it grew to its ultimate form, he instantly swung the enlarged fist to attack his enemy.

Tevin glared at Austin. His wrath was reaching its limits.

"You are not invincible. | must kill you! I can kill you!" He shouted as he rallied his energy for a last fatal attack.

With a swift wave of his hand, he used the Immortal Slaughter once more. Another ray of strange red light flashed with the

movement of his hand. This time, the energy was three times more powerful than the previous one.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of several huge noises buzzed in everyone's ears again.

As they exchanged attack after attack, everyone knew that both Austin and Tevin were powerful cultivators and were nearly

matching each other. They watched as both fought desperately to end the other like wild animals. Their swift moves, smooth

attacks, and powerful skills were far beyond ordinary people's imagination. No one dared to comment anymore for their attention

was fully placed on the two disciples fighting to each other's throat. None could guess now who would be able to stay alive after

the battle.

On the other hand, while Austin and Tevin were fighting, the elders and stewards from each school talked leisurely on the four

warships of the four schools.

They were exchanging views and opinions, guessing which school would take the top spot in this trial based on their disciples’

performance. They also talked about who, among all the disciples, could defeat their opponents without doubt.

An elder of the White Tiger School turned at an old man.

With a smile on his face, he asked, "Elder Lucas, | heard that your Black Tortoise School has selected nine disciples from all the new

disciples to be seeded disciples.

I think all of them should chere for the trial."

"Of course. After all, the trial is a rare opportunity for all the disciples to practice their martial arts, so | also believe that they must

chere to participate in it, all of them.

| heard that all the seeded disciples of the White Tiger School have chere as well,"

replied Elder Lucas.

"That's right.

To be perfectly honest, the eight seeded disciples of the White Tiger School this year are all very talented.

They have showna fighting power that is extraordinary and smart among the younger generation of disciples," boasted the

elder.

He held his head up and seemed extremely proud and elated while uttering these words.

An elder from the Rose Finch School suddenly burst into fits of exaggerated laughter, making the two elders turn their attention

towards him in confusion.

As his laughter faded down, he said, "How silly of you, you bold old man! Stop talking big in front of me!

During my visit to the White Tiger School last time, | have met all the eight seeded disciples.

As | observed and watched how they fought, in terms of overall qualities, | guarantee that they are no match to the seeded

disciples in our Rose Finch School.

Just wait and see. The ten seeded disciples of the Rose Finch School will definitely be the best ones in this year's trial. I'm not

scaring any of you, but | have to mention the possibility of them being able to slaughter every opponent they will meet, garnering

a satisfying victory from all of the seeded disciples from the other three schools."

Another elder of the Rose Finch School, who was keeping silent all the time, felt quite embarrassed by the sudden huge boast of his

fellow elder. To steer the boat away, he turned to Elder Landon of the Blue Dragon School and asked an unexpected question.

"Oh, by the way, Elder Landon, | heard that there are only three seeded disciples selected from all the new disciples of the Blue

Dragon School.

What happened to you this year? Are your new disciples that bad in general? Is it really true that only three of them have qualified

to be seeded disciples of your Blue Dragon School?"

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