The God of Cataka

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The third day of the Second Round of the Knight Trials…

"Knight Number Seven-seven against Witch Number Four-eight!"

Shen Zhu and his elder brothers were suffocated together.

Xie Ma and Jyang Yue smothered his mouth with palms.

Jyang Ryu smiled faintly. Here goes! it's in the heart. Finally a brother-sister fight. How are you gonna deal with this one?

Shen Zhu glanced at her brother agitatedly. And vice versa.

Then the two stepped down into the arena with tense faces.

Shen Zhu clenched his hands together, tightened his grip on his sword shaft, then stopped in a knightly upright manner.

The spectators gasp.

It was the first time Shen Zhu had appeared serious. Usually he stands casually with both hands folded behind or in front of the chest. His eyes were staring vigilantly.

Instead, Xie Ma looked so nervous and misbehaved. He took out his magic wand and was aghast, then hurriedly removed it.

Making everyone frown with a gesture of wonder.

"Numbers Four-eight," the host scolded. "Why did you keep your wand?"

"It's okay!" sergeant Xie Ma stammered. "If Number Seven-seven doesn't draw his sword, I won't take out my wand either" he said.

"Alright," said the host, raising his shoulders in a surrender. "Then just go straight. Battle's starting!" He instructed.

Shen Zhu tightened his jaw and grasped his hand. Sword out? he said in his heart. Also true!

The people who were waiting for him to draw his sword out bet big enough that a number of people even used a number of participants to provoke him.

On average they were promised a fairly high reward for any participant who managed to lure his sword out.

Maybe it's time for me to surprise them, Shen Zhu thought.

Brother, this will be your honor! his determination in heart. Don't disappoint me!

Shen Zhu raised his sword in front of his face, "What if I draw my sword?" his challenge. "Are you going to take out your wand?"

The audience gasped.

Xie Ma blinked and gulped. He moved a step back with a slight stagger. But soon master yourself and put up the horses. Moved his palms and fingers in front of his face, activating the runes connected to his mounts.

BLAASSSHHHHHA!

A winged white deer with one crescent-shaped horn at the top of its head shot out and landed in the middle of the arena.

The sheen of colorful light spread throughout the arena like a dandelion.

"Still not pulling out a gun?" the snort Shen Zhu provoked. "All right!" he said, lowering his sword again. Then move his fingers in front of his forehead. The blood covenant symbol on his forehead darkened.

The audience looks excited.

"She finally pulled out a mount!" cheer some participants with enthusiasm.

The jurors and honor officials stiffened together. Waiting with curiosity.

Then a small cat jumped onto the floor in a silly manner and instantly everyone looked up with a puzzled expression. And groan at the same time.

Xie Ma bowed with his eyes and mouth rounded. A cat? he thought a little disappointed.

Gouw Anio, the Pink Calling Girl, suddenly screamed and scoured from her seat, then ran off the ridge leaving the arena building.

All eyes spontaneously turned to the girl with astonished looks.

"Little cat only!" muttered Champion Path participants from the boxing stream. "Why is his reaction that bad?"

"It turned out to be just a little cat," grumbled a few people on the bleachers as they slammed their backs against the back of his chair.

"It's just never been expelled!" snorting the officials with scornful attitude. Then twirled their eyeballs and shook their heads.

Long Hua Ze chuckled and froze.

All eyes were now twitching towards him with clutched eyebrows.

Bao Hu cleared his throat and moved restlessly in his seat. The Chairman and Emperor simultaneously glanced at him.

"He's your mount?" Xie Ma hissed with a choked voice.

"Why?" shen Zhu asked without the slightest burden. "You scared?"

"Not comparable?" Shen Zhu snorted in response to his brother. "May believe it may not," he said with a slanted smile. "This little cat of mine can destroy a single territory!"

"You blasphemed the gods!" Xie Ma scolded him as he pointed his finger at Shen Zhu.

"Blaspheme god or not." Shen Zhu glanced at the referee. "We'll see!" he said, then bowed towards the referee respectfully soldier, "With all due respect, Master!"

"What's wrong?" ask the referee and the host of the event.

"I need a realm to confine the arena," Shen Zhu said.

"Land?" The arena was strangled at the same time. "Is it not too much?"

The referee glanced at the Chairman with a questioning gesture. Unsure of Shen Zhu's request.

The chairman nodded faintly. Then stand up and knock the stick on the floor. "Guards!" he commanded.

A moment later, twelve knights shot up from the eight winds and landed around the arena in the stance of the horses.

TRANGS!

TRANGS!

Their shields lit up one by one, emitting a bright golden light that then reflected the illusion of the shield with the same pattern as the original, then the illusion of the shield floated rapidly and flew around in circles around the arena.

Xie Ma looked over with astonishment.

A magic formation circle was created on the arena floor which then spouted light into the sky forming a transparent, gold-colored tube.

The audience gasped. Some actually look confused.

What exactly did this number seven-seven player want to do? think some people.

"Prepare, Brother!" Shen Zhu warned.

Xie Ma stuttered and put up the horses with a slight clumsiness.

In the next instant, Xiao Mao arched his back and instantly a blood-red burst of flames erupted like a mountain.

The audience was swept away in a horrified cry.

Xie Ma's screams screeched from within the flames as his body slammed and hit the transparent wall called the realm.

Jyang Yue was suffocating while smothering her mouth with her fingers.

The knights around the arena gasped. Looking up at the range of flames that pierced through the sky.

"What exactly is Number Seven-seven trying to show off?" a girl from the Majusi Sect stood up and ruffled her waist. "Knight oppresses fortune tellers, what's great?"

"No need to overdo it!" seloroh Shen Zhu to her brother. "I know heavenly fire has no effect on you!"

Xie Ma fell down with a sitting position and gasping for breath.

"Would you fight or not?" challenge Shen Zhu with a mocking attitude.

Xie Ma tightened his jaw and pulled his body up.

"Go ahead and face the truth!" shen Zhu shouted while drawing his sword.

THE GLAAAAAAARRRR!

The arena again exploded like an erupting mountain.

The surroundings of the arena stiffened in immeasurable horror.

"Just against the fortune teller" murmured the participants on the bleachers. "Isn't this too much?"

Xie Ma clenched his hands together trembling, then his magic wand appeared in his grasp.

"Sister.." Shen Zhu bent down bending both knees in the stance of the horses. "I don't want to know what you've seen in your vision. But trust me I won't die so easily."

Xie Ma blinked and put up the horses.

"I will not die in your hands, and vice versa!" shun Zhu shouted. "But I will win this fight!"

A SLAAASSSH!

Shen Zhu darted towards his brother while swinging his sword.

The surrounding arena suffocated and held its breath.