The God of Cataka

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"Next, the first round is a battle between streams to pick the top ten in each stream!" The show host announced. "But before starting the fight, the participants must remember this rule: during the competition, it is strictly forbidden to injure the opponent intentionally. If one were to die in a fight, his opponent would be eliminated. And their sect will be in charge!"

The participants sighed and glanced at the row of benches of the sect leaders.

"Hopefully every participant gets a good performance!" The event driver cheered. "I hope everyone gets ready. The first round is a battle between the flow of weapons. The Sword Sect against the Spear and Shield Sect. Participants will be selected by drawing. Here's the picture!" The show's guide pointed to two large screens plastered to his left-right at the top of the building's walls.

The screen was made by a monitoring sorcerer at the Knight Alliance Headquarters. Called a magic monitor screen.

All the participant data from the two sects of the weapon flow was imprinted on that screen. Sword Sect on the right side, Spear And Shield Sect on the left side. Then automatically the data moves randomly and stops simultaneously.

Shen Zhu's data appeared in the top row.

"Sister! You're performing first!" peek Tiao while pointing at the screen.

"Knight number sixty against knight number seven seven!" The show host announced. "For both participants it is expected to enter the arena immediately!"

Shen Zhu got up from his seat, then bowed towards Bao Yu respectfully.

"Stekte Sword against the Spear and Shield Sect.." a participant muttered in the back row of the Magi Sect group. "Who will be the first winner?"

"The spear!" Xie Ma was stunned with a pale face. He smothered his mouth with his palm.

Jyang Yue touched the girl's shoulder to calm her down.

"Their age is ten years adrift" another participant commented behind them. "I think that knight number seven can only rely on his monster partner!"

"I wish he had a good ride!" other participants timpal.

Shen Zhu stepped into the middle of the arena while grasping a sword complete with a sheath.

Bao Hu observed the sword with squinted eyes. Not the Sword of Catastrophe! he realized.

Does that mean there's something you want to buy? bao Yu thought on the bleachers.

"Why did Brother bring another sword?" whispered Tiao with a frown. "Is he ashamed that his old sword is rusted?"

"Not true!" lim Hua replied in a whisper. "His sword has recovered from before the college competition."

"There's nothing to worry about" said Bao Yu. "New initial round. I guess he just didn't want to get the heirloom out too early."

"It's absurd!" muttered Tiao while rubbing his chin with his knuckle. "God heirlooms include rare heirlooms. Out of all the participants, I guess only the Champion Path participants would be able to possess a god heirloom!"

On the exclusive seat of the special Champion Path participant, Jyang Ryu, from the Magi Sect suddenly frowned. He closed his eyes with his fingers, and peered through the sidelines of his middle and index fingers with one eye. The eyes on the sidelines of his finger lit up in gold as he tried to scan Shen Zhu. Galactic realm? his mind is unsure. Has my vision failed?

Fifteen years old! thought. It can't have reached the galactic realm!

He rolled his gaze towards the participants from the Spear and Shield Sect. His vision showed the young man was twenty-five years old. His strength had already reached the level of an Intermediate-ranked War General.

My vision has not failed! Ryu concluded. Then go back to scanning Shen Zhu. The result has not changed. How interesting! thought excited. Then smiled faintly. I wish I had a chance to fight him. Don't disappoint me, Number Seven Seven. I'm waiting for you in the third round and the final round!

"Remember!" The show host warned. "Cannot hurt an opponent intentionally. Participants who admit defeat or do not have losing combat abilities!"

The two participants in the middle of the arena bowed respectfully to the soldiers.

"The first round of the first round of combat..began!" The event guide instructed.

The participant from the Spear And Shield Sect clenched his hands with determination. It's the first round he said in his heart. I have to win it!

While his opponent was already getting ready and putting up the horses, Shen Zhu was still unmoved with both hands folded behind.

His opponent's body was already light blue. The spear and shield were already in a position ready to attack. A magic circle was created behind his back. A moment later, a spiritual beast shot out from behind his back and landed in front of Shen Zhu.

"The Polar Horse of the Emperor!" the chirping of some participants was amazed. "His ice element can slow down an opponent's speed."

"He is very likely to win the fight!" the comments of the participants behind the Magi Sect entourage pitched confidently.

Xie Ma gulped and blinked.

Shen Zhu was still unmoved.

Around the arena frowned.

"Number Seven Seven!" The show's guide reprimanded Shen Zhu. "You didn't call your mount?"

Shen Zhu shook his head.

"Didn't he have a mount?" muttered an official. "In a knight duel, without a monster peer is tantamount to a mutation defect while cultivating!"

"Then the results can be ascertained!" other office timpal.

Participants from the Spear and Shield Sect stared at Shen Zhu with frowns. Why is he just keeping quiet? thought confusion.

Shen Zhu swung his hand sideways.

"Are he really a cocky idiot or a true genius?" muttered Shi Tan, Champion Path participant from Taoist school.

Long Hua Ze chuckled as she leaned her back and folded one of her legs over the other. "Just a loser with no mounts!" grunt while swinging his fan with scornful attitude.

The sixty-something sighed shortly and shook his head, then jumped onto his white-haired horse with a transparent blue mane and crystal tail, as well as his legs. Each footrest of his foot left a snow crystal.

"CHIAAAAAAAT!" The sixty-year-old drove his horse lightning-fast while swinging his spear towards Shen Zhu within three meters. A bluish-white glow gleamed from the flick of his spear.

Xie Ma froze and held his breath.

Shen Zhu swung one hand to the side, and instantly the bluish-white light that the sixty-something participant cast evaporated into a grain of water. Then he clenched his hands, and instantly the arena exploded by a bright red light with thunderous thunder and strong gales. The whole place just looks white.

The surrounding arena was swept away in blindness and silence.

And when the bright white light dimmed, participant number sixty had already crashed with his back against the wall of the barrier.

Everyone was dumbfounded with round eyes and mouths.

"The heavenly fire element!" squealing the elders.

"It's worth it he's so calm" one official commented.

"Although that's the case, isn't this an exaggeration?" other officer. "He didn't even draw his sword!"

"Win in one strike without touching!" muttered some other people with expressions of shock.

"What is the level of power?" asked one of the sect leaders dumbfoundedly.

Bao Hu only glanced at a glance while smiling faintly.

"Wait a minute!" The head of the Zen Stream Sect gave a stifled cry, then turned his head towards Bao Hu. "The boy—"

"Yes!" sahut Bao Hu is cynical. "The weak child who was rejected in the sea of elements!"

The other officials and sect heads gasped. Even the alliance leader.