The legendary warrior

"Check it out, Grace. I think we know who the winner is," Connie claimed arrogantly, staring down at the field. Needless to say, the winner she referred to was her disciple, Wade. She then continued teasing, "I thought yours would at least have half a brain. Seems I was wrong. He's such a newbie."

Wade had enormous power, being at the seventh grade of Skin Refinement. Not only that, but there was his blade, imbued with the power of the winds. His command of all these energies was so powerful that not even a warrior at the ninth grade of Skin Refinement would dare to fight him. Such a challenger would be risking his life. Wade's energies were powerful enough to destroy anything—or anyone.

But Ricky dashed right into that bladestorm. Everyone thought he was suicidal.

"Shut your mouth and watch," Grace responded calmly. She would never show any worry or weakness around Connie.

In reality, she was worried, heart threatening to leap right out of her chest. She wondered what on earth Ricky thought he was doing. He was usually cool and calculating, but now he just seemed reckless. Did he want to die? How could he survive this attach? Grace was at the end of her wits.

"Humph!" Connie replied with a disdainful look and then turned her arrogant eyes to the battlefield, expecting this to be over any minute now. She decided not to gloat before it was over. After that, though, victory would taste sweet, and she would definitely lord it over Grace.

That would be vengeance for her son.

She wanted to see Ricky defeated for that.

"What the hell are you doing?" Wade asked in surprise. Most other warriors would close cautiously, hoping he would expend most of his power before they went toe to toe, or even jump aside. However, Ricky just rushed toward him with nothing but merely a sword in his hand.

"Swatting a fly," Ricky replied, turning his cold eyes to Wade.

Meanwhile, an evil smile found its way to his face.

There was a glint in Ricky's gaze. Wade noticed it, and it bugged him. However, that feeling fled quickly because Wade was super confident in himself. He did not believe that Ricky would be able to resist his ferocious attack.

Wade thought it a good idea to pump more and more spiritual energies into his blade just in case. He knew he had to defeat Ricky, and wanted to be prepared. He didn't know what his foe was doing, but he had to do his part of attacking. The air around them crackled with the awesome energies.

"Go to hell!" Wade roared with a mask of rage.

"Nine-degree Body Refining Formula - the First Degree!"

At the same time, Ricky focused his energies into a spiritual roar which boomed around the battle ring.

and started to circle him. Finally, they were absorbed back into his body. He was bursting with spiritual

an instant, both Ricky's black hair and his fair skin turned

Light red, though.

His flesh became as

Thump! Thump!

end the fight by dismembering him. However, the young man remained tactic, except that

That's impossible! No!!" screamed Wade. The man was astounded. Seeing

even a warrior at the ninth grade of Skin Refinement would have been

this," Ricky pronounced with a cold voice, staring at Wade with emotionless

of an eye, he waved his

Flame Strike - the Third Strike!

him. But by then, it was too late. He was struck full in the chest. He had violated

causing a loud bang. Then

from the crowd. Everyone was taken aback and

an eye. Like Wade, no one

would be slain by Wade. Instead,

like that? Weird! And his body—tough as iron?

one of the inner

other inner disciples also chimed in with him. They exchanged looks with each other with

their covetous eyes. All of them were eager to

a warrior at the seventh grade of Skin Refinement by only using his body. That was just unfathomable and fair enough to prove it to be an extremely

the Elder murmured to himself with intense suspicion.

he was better able to recognize the extraordinary

She managed to remain as calm as she had been, but in her head there was

to test it out when she gave the Nine-degree Body Refining Formula to Ricky earlier, and had never expected that Ricky might succeed in the cultivation. She knew well the tremendous difficulty on

cultivating this formula. She had never expected Ricky, a warrior at the sixth grade

the fact was that he did it, within just twenty days.