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Cecil who could sense the change of airflow as it occurred understood that he would need to move along with the eye of the cyclone to assure his safety. If not, he would be hurt by the wind blades as well.

As light as a swallow, Zen had been brought to the sky by the cyclone. He let the turbulent airflow propel him, and drifted with the wind.

Although Cecil's wind blades were quite sharp, they were inferior to James' sword energy.

James had condensed a ton of dreadful sword intent into his sword energy. If Zen were struck by his sword energy, it was no doubt that he would be cut in half. Zen had no hope to fight against James's sword energy unless he upgraded his body to the level of a fairy weapon.

What was more, Cecil's cultivation method was not quite suitable for a one-on-one challenge. Instead, if he were fighting on a battlefield, his Twins Chaos Cyclone might have played a significant role, because the range of the Twins Chaos Cyclone was large and it would destroy all combatants sucked into it.

To be frank, none of the members of the Zhuge Clan were good at fighting alone. Among the many cultivation methods passed from one generation to another within the Zhuge Clan, loads of them were on military strategy and tactics, as well as famous military formations. That was why the Zhuge Clan often dispatched their members to the Imperial Army as counselors. They were born to lead troops.

Thus, even if the wind blades cut Zen's robe, they did not have the power to penetrate his spiritual weapon-like body.

Gusts of violent wind carried Zen in the air. He was like a butterfly fluttering along with the wind and rain. Some thought he looked like a small boat rocked by a storm and frequently got swept away by huge tides but instantly steadied itself.

Zen. Sweat beaded their foreheads as they

All Peaks Competition, after all, was a contest designed to test the strength

desperate fight when they were still in the group stage unless they were contending for

two matches during the group stage. As long as they did not get eliminated, their goal was fulfilled. Some disciples would even go so far as to hide their real strength. Even if they went head-on with a much stronger opponent, to conceal their real power, they would often admit defeat on

doggedly pursue a win during the group

an outlier. He would never admit defeat. Over time, Zen had gained a better understanding of his martial

that there are thistles and thorns ahead, I

practicing martial arts. Since I am determined to head far down this road, I must

what forced Cecil to the extreme was the enmity between

motives, the moment Cecil and Zen

the arena grew stronger and stronger, the airflow also grew intensive. All kinds of odd-shaped blades clashed with each other, before

"Thump..."

right toward Zen. It cut

with joy—the wind blade could not harm him. It left a shallow scratch on his body, but it did not harm him