The God of Cataka

68

The owner of the seven elements was a rare talent! regrettable Master Fang, the sect head of the zen stream. Why didn't I realize it?

"Strickling Boy." Long Hua Ze growled as he heaved his body. "How dare you attack my face!"

Shen Zhu was still hovering above the floor surface with both eyes burning red. Her face looked cold despite her blazing eyelids.

"You're making me really angry!" hua Ze hardik while putting up the horses and moving both hands, swinging his fan in a mysterious dance that forms quite rare spiritual moves.

Shortly after, his body spurted out blood-red flames. His fan was also blazing. A magic circle was created behind his back and a silver eagle with a head resembling a dragon head poked out from that magic circle, then floated down and landed on the side of Hua Ze.

The participants were astonished with amazement. "Level nine monsters!"

A level nine monster was a monster with a cultivation age of nine hundred thousand years.

The eagle tilted its head and watched Shen Zhu. Then it suddenly flew back and disappeared into the magic circle earlier.

"Hei—" Hua Ze choked.

Everyone was flabbergasted with confusion.

"Why does it feel like an eagle is running away?" murmured a jury with a frown.

"What is the background of this boy?" the participants glanced towards Shen Zhu while muttering in astonishment. "Even level nine monsters escaped!"

"Are you human?" peeking Hua Ze stammered.

"It's too late to change your mind now" Shen Zhu murmured coldly. His voice sounded like a flood in the distance.

With a hint of fog, Hua Ze threw a chain dagger from the end of her fan, but Shen Zhu quickly caught it all in one hand, then jerked it until Hua Ze was thrown towards Shen Zhu.

Hua Ze soared like being snatched at his waist and floated in front of Shen Zhu. Then in an instant both his hands were already tied around his waist, wrapped in his own chains.

"Knight Number Seven-seven wins!" The show host announced.

The arena exploded by the hysterical applause and screams of the women.

Shen Zhu lowered Hua Ze on the floor and bowed respectfully to the soldiers. Then turn around and extend one hand to the side. His imitation sword shot up from the floor and in an instant was already back within his grasp.

Hua Ze sat down slumped in a kneeling position with both shoulders hanging limply on his sides. His face looks shocked. And when he returned to his seat in the place of the Champions Path participants, the masculine girl from the fist stream sneered at him.

"Still feeling good-looking?"

Gouw Anio giggled in response.

"Next Number Two against Number Seven!"

Gouw Anio stopped laughing and was flabbergasted, then jerked his head to the side, looking at the masculine girl on the side of Hua Ze who was sitting next to him with round eyes and mouth.

Hua Ze chuckled with a satisfied expression.

Tjia Qianxi, the masculine girl grinned towards the Summoning Girl while punching a fist into her palm.

The Calling Girl screamed in fear as she soared into the arena with her umbrella resting on.

Tjia Qianxi jumped up following him with a riveting salto move and landed in the stance of the horses.

The audience cheered and applauded with excitement.

"Fight begins!" shouted the referee gave a warning.

Calling Girl, "Sister! Don't hit my face!" the door was mist.

"Then make sure that your umbrella is harder than my fist," Qianxi sneered, then lunged towards Anio while swinging her fists.

"YYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The Summoning Girl screamed again as she soared with her umbrella dodging Qianxi's attack.

Qianxi's fist struck empty air, it landed on the floor in a half-squatted position half-kneeling. One knee rests on the floor, while the other knee folds in front of the chest.

Anio giggled as he flew around in circles around Qianxi like he was dancing.

Qianxi groaned as she slapped her fist against the floor. "You want to play with the cats?" He pulled up his body and put the horses back on. "We'll see where you can escape!" he nodded again.

Anio wrapped his waist and jumped over Qianxi's shoulder with a light gesture like he was just dancing, then landed behind Qianxi.

The Qianxi reflex swung its elbow backwards.

When Qianxi smacked her fists again forward, Anio had already moved to the other side.

So on every time Qianxi swung a punch, Anio always moved.

It's really frustrating! thought Qianxi. Then I decided to change my strategy.

He focused his profound energy into the palm, then smacked his fist on the arena floor which had been repeatedly repaired with the magic power of the organizers. Now the floor exploded again and shattered into pieces.

Rock fragments flew around Qianxi, who was instantly swept away and thrown to and fro with her fists and kicks that were unusually fast like a death dance.

Gouw Anio finally began to be overwhelmed and decided to end the action of the cats.

He began to bring out his main skill as an elementalist.

"Finally starting to look like a caller!" qianxi muttered excitedly. Then he bent down and smacked his fist again into the palm with both knees bent in the stance of the horses.

Gouw Anio was floating in the air in the middle of the magic formation circle created from the spirit summoning spell, his eyes were closed, his mouth was muttering, his eyes were moving, the tiny dress and strands of her hair were whistling amidst the whirlwind and sheen of light. Her umbrella floated down as her footstool.

The arena shook and rumbled. An ancient stone double door poked on the floor surface.

Then when the door was revealed, an extremely powerful aura spread throughout the arena.

The attendants were simultaneously stiffened.

The arena floor shook and clanked.

Qianxi pulled one of her legs back and bent her knees ready to lung. Both of his hands were clenched in front of his face.

A gigantic figure of a brownish-yellow-headed tiger with black spots stepped out.

The audience was shocked with horror.

Beyond everyone's expectations, Anio himself screamed in fear and rushed away from the monster and ran off the ridge leaving the arena.

The audience stared at the girl.

Seconds later…

BOOM!

BOOM!

YOAAARRRR!

YOAAARRRR!

The arena was blown away by a burst of light and thunderbolts.

Qianxi's body crept and moved around in an instant while swinging fists and landing him in a row at the deadly spots on the demon beast's body. Each of his punches created a tinge of light here and there.

The gorgon was thrown here and there in a flash of lightning.

So fast that Qianxi looks like more than one.

The spectators gasped with their eyes and mouths round. Unconsciously holding his breath.

Shortly thereafter…

BUUUUUUMMMM!

The thundering hall was swept away by an immeasurably violent explosion.

The giant gorgon was half-buried on the floor of the arena that had exploded.

Anio stopped on the stairs and turned around. Then he looked down at the arena floor with his eyes and mouth rounded.

"Xiao Meimei, where are you going?" hardik Qianxi while yelling towards the stairs.

"I admit defeat! I admit defeat!" Gouw Anio stuttered as he crossed his hands in front of his face and dropped himself. "I failed to call again," his whine almost cried.

The spectators blinked looking at the Calling Girl with amused glare.

Qianxi stopped in front of the girl with a short sigh.