The God of Cataka

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The first day of the Final Round of the Knight Trials…

"Knight Number Seven-seven, against Witch Number Three-three!"

Yueyan almost fainted upon hearing the announcement. Wretch! Wretch! Wretch! her heart is in the fog.

Shen Zhu stepped calmly onto the arena floor, and did not carry a sword.

Hua Ze glanced at his older sister while smiling cunningly.

All eyes rolled towards Yueyan.

The girl spontaneously cleared her throat and put on the arrogant face of a first-rate noble. Then walk to the arena floor with elegant steps that are clearly contrived. Both of his knees were actually trembling. He stopped and crossed, then raised his nose. "Little Sister," he said in an intimidating tone. "Your face is handsome. Aren't you afraid my magic ruined it? I'm in—"

"The first voice in the Magic Flow Preliminary Round," cut Shen Zhu with a cold face look. "Genius Number One in Jiangnan. The most talented invincible Noble Witch in history. Besides the most beautiful woman in the Xuang Continent of course. The candidate of the Magic Sect Chief, the undoubted Heir of the Jiangnan Throne," he said domineeringly, did not give Yueyan a chance to speak.

"Do you know?" Yueyan was flabbergasted by the dramatic style. "Then you admit defeat!" her door while patting her palms in front of her chest in a cute pretentious style. His eyes were gnawing in a seductive style.

Shen Zhu remained unmoved with a cold face.

"Listen," said Yueyan. "Magicku—"

"No eyes!" Shen Zhu again cut Yueyan's words.

Damnit damnit! inner Yueyan. This rancid boy has already memorized all my arguments!

"Then." Yueyan hung up her sentence and smiled uneasily, then took out her magic wand. "You must know my wand?"

The driver got bored and bought something. "Number Three-three!" the reprimand is impatient. "Don't show off again! This is a match!"

Yueyan was silent.

"Fight begins!" The show driver gave a signal.

Yueyan spontaneously broke the fog.

Shen Zhu jerked his fingers at the side of the face forming claws. Daze of light blue-colored lightning radiated out from his palm and wrapped around his wrist.

Yueyan stared in horror and dropped herself on the floor on her knees, "I admit defeat!" screech quickly.

Around the arena in unison groaned with a reproachful attitude.

Shen Zhu smiled obliquely and threw out the elemental manna he had already expelled onto the floor. Four needles of light landed on the surface of the floor, one was stuck tilted, the other three did not manage to pierce the floor and fell miserably lying down. Shortly after, the needle that was stuck tilted also fell drooping.

Yueyan was flabbergasted with a regretful look. It turned out to be only a first-rate needle of light! thought sour. He can't even break through the floor. Compared to my defensive magic.this floor is nothing! lament in the heart.

The ladies hissed holding back the laughter while smothering their mouths with palms.

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

The arena exploded with a standing ovation.

"Next!" The show driver continued. "Chief Number Four-eight against Knight Number Seven-six!"

Jialin jerked his head to the side, staring at the row of participant benches from the Magi stream.

Xie Ma nodded briefly at Jialin, then floated lightly towards the arena.

Jialin gulped and turned to his teacher. The woman nodded in encouragement to him.

"Spirit!" Shen Zhu clenched his hands at the side of the face, cheering Jialin with a flat expression.

Jialin smiled grimly and rushed into the arena.

Xie Ma greeted him with the honor of the army.

Jialin bowed respectfully to the same soldier.

Then the two get ready.

"Two women fighting!" call one of the male participants. "Definitely exciting!"

"Right, right!" His friends responded enthusiastically.

"Fight begins!" The show driver gave a signal.

Xie Ma took out his magic wand.

Jialin drew his sword.

Then they both set up horses.

Xie Ma extended his hand forward and expanded his palm.

Four pieces of tarot card like glass shot towards Jialin.

Jialin swung his sword and shot out a sickle-shaped light energy.

SLASHY!

The cards were cut into pieces with each one being two halves.

Xie Ma clenched his hands with the position of the arms still stretched forward.

The truncated cards fused back together and flew around in circles, then swerved behind Jialin.

Jialin reflected his body into the air then twisted like a slender.

Xie Ma flicked his finger and another card shot towards Jialin.

Jialin spontaneously dodged by flexing his body backward and bersalto.

Xie Ma turned his palm face up, then moved his fingers.

His cards twisted and flew darting in the opposite direction.

Jialin swung his sword while dropping himself on the floor with a perfect split.

Xie Ma smiled in anguish. Then set his foot.

The floor of the arena was twinkling and a piece of tarot card was created on the sole of his foot the size of a palace door.

Jialin suffocated and jumped off the floor. Then bend his knees with the stance of the horses.

The giant tarot card on the floor was a picture of a goat-horned demon.

The audience is strangled at the same time.

"Devil Card!" murmured some people in horror.

Wretch! cry Jialin in his heart. And before he could react, a goat horn sticking out of the floor and a demon figure in the card crawled out ambushing his ankle.

Jialin jerked his feet, attempted to break free, then swung his sword towards the neck of the half-human half-goat creature.

But when his sword eyes almost hit his neck, the creature had already jumped out and lunged towards Jialin.

Jialin inched backwards in a fog, swinging his sword again.

The devil fended him off with his wrist that turned out to be shackled with a strand of broken chains frayed from the shackle bracelet. The chain ambushed Jialin's sword and wrapped around it, then snatched it from Jialin's grasp.

The sword was thrust into the edge of the arena.

Jialin jumped back and mounted the horses, trying to concentrate the energy into his palm and hurling the crystal ball-shaped light energy into the demon's stomach.

But the ball of light seemed to sink into a bottomless dark hole and had no effect.

Simultaneously, Jialin also jerked his palm towards his sword that was rolling on the edge of the arena and pulled it away with telekinesis.

Xie Ma lunged towards the sword and deflected it with his magic wand.

The sword was thrown back.

Jialin flinched and put up the horses again.

But Xie Ma had already darted swinging a twisting kick and scuttle Jialin's leg.

Jialin fell.

The goat-horned demon ambushed his ankle and pulled him into the card.

The audience gasped and held their breath.

Jialin tried to wrangle. But the grip of the devil's hand was as strong as a tang. Then he shot out a ball-shaped light energy from the left and right palms alternately blindly. But again the ball of light just evaporated and had no effect, while his body continued to be dragged deeper through the floor.

"Fight over!" The show host announced.

Xie Ma floated his palm over the card-lined floor, and instantly the card evaporated like burning paper.

Jialin let out a sigh of relief and pulled his body up from the floor.

Xie Ma bowed to him respectfully the soldiers, then turned around and floated back to his seat.