The Supreme God

The young man, handsome as ever, felt annoyed that his opponent was condescending him. He gritted his teeth at the sheer amount of contempt directed towards him.

With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and clasped his hands into a fist. Then he felt the vital energy gaining pace, its surges rushing through his veins as he felt vital and energetic inside. His confidence began to rise. He felt his spirits lifting, and he waited for this vital energy force to completely engulf him. He took a step back and let his veins throb with energy and power. He was itching to go straight for the opponent. He waited a moment, and then charged towards his opponent.

The handsome young man's opponent stood on the other end. He watched this young lad clasping his hands. He knew this was going to be a battle he would enjoy. A cold, cunning smile ran across his swarthy, stout face.

The stout man leaned forward a little, in anticipation of the pace he was about to gather. As his torso bent forward, his legs gave way to a muffled explosion and he burst towards his opponent—leaving behind just a flash of black light.

The handsome young man was out of wits for a moment. For a second his opponent was far away, and the next there was just a flash of black light. A moment later, he found the stout man upon him. Before he could react, his opponent was ready with his fists, about to thunder down a punch at him.

The young man did not expect such pace, and before he could make a defensive move, his opponent's hand punched right onto his chest. The strong vital energy force burst like a volcano from the stout man's palm.

Bang! The punch roared.

A massive thump echoed across the ring. The handsome young man, who was moments ago ready to attack, was struck by the punch. This blow was so powerful that he staggered to gather his feet. Blood spewed from his mouth all over the ground, making a long trail of the damage.

The crowd was alive with excitement. They were here to see drama and they were going to get it.

The swarthy man's dexterity and power were appreciated by the crowd. Yet, they knew there was a massive gap between the talents of these young men. The stout one was extremely powerful, and could crush his opponent in moments.

The handsome young man took support at the edge of the ring and steadied himself. He looked pitiful and cut a sorry figure—standing there and whimpering. He wiped blood from his face, looking mentally dejected. He knew it wasn't possible for him to win here. Without a word, he jumped out of the ring.

"Huh! That's very sensible of you, sissy," the swarthy man mocked.

The swarthy man was elated! All it had taken was one punch to beat his opponent.

Three battles took place next. All these duels were a fight for a place in the top three—the three strongest men in the whole outer sect. There were not many disciples who took part in this prestigious competition.

Hua remained standing in the ring. He had already defeated two disciples. Moreover, his swordsmanship was a grade four sword skill, the Surging Swordsmanship.

was not acquired from the Sun Sect. Instead, he had chanced upon a teacher

high-grade sword skill, but had also gained a level one sword intent.

the intent of a high-grade martial skill was considerably more lethal than that of a low-grade martial

with a grade three sword skill was much weaker than his level one sword intent

Hua's cultivation base of the vital energy was in the peak of level nine of Energy Gathering Realm. With his grade four sword skill and level one sword intent, his strength

ring and defeated those two challengers in a row, silence had spread through the Martial Arts Square. Everyone was waiting to see if there would be

Everyone thought that Luther Hua was now qualified to challenge the former third-best

up slowly, about to speak

a voice rang out

to speak, when he heard the voice. An emaciated young man dressed

and gave Luther Hua

method of concealing the breath of vital energy's

Aura-changing Skill is marvelous. Once you have performed it, even the cultivator of the Mysterious Realm would not be able to

exactly what

gray clothes, who had just

rippled through

the crowd recognized the young man in the gray clothes

He was the number one among the outer disciples three years ago, and had recently become a sensational figure after he had defeated

top ten, and he watched Austin intently as he entered the

had assumed Austin was afraid of him and hence hadn't responded to his open challenge. But that

had absolutely no interest

conceited and arrogant man!' thought Marvin in a

face twisted in anger as he looked at Austin, the man who had

watching Austin intently. This man, however average he looked, was the cultivator ranked first among the outer