The God of Cataka

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Day three of the Final Round of the Knight Trials…

After facing off against the Champion Path Participants from the zen stream, it was time for Shen Zhu to face off against the Champion Path Participants from the tao flow.

Although rooted in the same civilization, these two streams bear different fruits.

The zen school applies methods, while the tao school applies philosophy and beliefs.

The zen stream relied on elements, the tao stream relied on spells.

The advantages of the Tao Sect were to present god projections! shen Zhu thought.

His teacher's words flashed through his mind.

"When the Knight Exam comes up, no matter what happens, never use your divine seal!"

Then said Jyang Yue.

"The heirloom you used when bringing up the Evil God Projection, should be the Catastrophic God Seal!"

"Your life may be threatened. People will be after your heirloom."

What will I fight him with if he uses god projections? Shen Zhu tried to think hard, while his footsteps had already reached the arena floor.

The bald-headed handsome youth was already waiting as calm as a rock.

It is like a Buddha statue! shen Zhu thought.

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

Jyu Jieru, the champion lane participant from the tao flow pulled one leg back with a slow and flexible movement. Then closed his eyes. His mouth began to pounce. One hand in front of the chest with the fingers sticking up, while the other hand scrolls a string of O-Juzu beads.

Shen Zhu pulled out his sword of imity and instantly a fierce gale of wind blew through the entire arena.

The spectators crossed their arms in front of the face.

Jieru remained unmoved like a statue of Buddha. His robe fluttered in the wind caused by Shen Zhu's most dramatic sword-turning action.

Jieru's body began to emit a golden-coloured light, then slowly the light that enveloped his body shimmered. The longer the brighter. Then formed a magic formation circle on his back.

The bald-headed handsome young man's body now started to float off from the floor surface, then slowly, the young man raised one of his legs and propped it up on the other leg's knees.

Shen Zhu's storage ring suddenly reacted. A golden glow gushed out from the gems, then spread to the wrists and wrapped around his body forming a golden chain of strands of words and letters.

The audience gasped simultaneously.

Sect Leader of the Taoist stream frowned.

What the hell's going on? shen Zhu thought. I feel familiar with the phenomenon.

The shadow of the events when he was tested in the heirloom room of the tao sect flashed in his mind.

Those manuals.Shen Zhu suffocated in his heart.

The pile of manuals in the inheritance room that he said he himself collected!

Could it be that the manual belonged to the tao sect? Shen Zhu wondered in his heart.

Then when a projection was created behind Jieru, the same projection was created behind Shen Zhu.

The audience is strangled at the same time.

Jieru opened his eyes and frowned. How could? thought surprised. Then closed his eyes again and recited another spell.

The golden chain of words and letters wrapped around Shen Zhu's body rolled back as the O-Juzu beads rolled around in Jieru's hand.

Then a new projection appeared on Jieru's back.

So was Shen Zhu's back.

Not wrong anymore! shen Zhu thought in the fog. The manual came from their heirloom room!

The sect head of the tao flow spontaneously paled.

"Why can that kid emulate all those tao skills?"

Lothawat! Shen Zhu wailed in his heart.

Jieru opened his eyes again and gasped. This kid is weird! his inner. Then closed his eyes again. I can't believe it, he said in his heart. He can't possibly replicate everything, can he?

Shen Zhu remained unmoved. Stand with your feet wide open. Next to her hand was holding a sword, while the other hand was grasping a sword sheath. His entire body was wrapped around a golden chain of strands of letters and words. Making his figure look like a projection of the god himself.

The referee and the jury were confused.

How to judge this fight? thought they.

"Have they started or not?" they wondered at each other without one being able to answer.

Jyang Ryu covered his face with a palm and peered towards Shen Zhu through the gap between his middle and index fingers. His eyes glowed golden. Whatisthis? thought. He looked at the golden chains of words and letters wrapped around Shen Zhu's body with a frown. I've never seen anything like this!

The head of the tao sect stared at Shen Zhu with squinted eyes. He could also see a series of spells wrapped around Shen Zhu's body. It's impossible! thought. How could he have a manual in his bloodstream? What is the background of this boy?

Bao Yu watched the arena no less confused. Why is he just silent?

Jieru moved his palms and fingers, linking his thumb and middle finger to form the letter O.

The Buddha projection was created behind him.

At the same time, the same projection was also created again on Shen Zhu's back.

"What?" the audience is screaming.

Jieru opened his eyes and gulped. Even the Buddha? his mind is not out of thought. That was the last technique he had.

Can't! his determination. Although he could replicate everything, not necessarily his attack technique was the same. Then he flicked his finger and instantly the very legendary projection better known as the Buddha Site wriggled out a circle and lunged towards Shen Zhu.

But the projection behind Shen Zhu moved simultaneously like a shadow on a mirror.

"What exactly happened?" the elders finally made a sound.

"Why do I feel like the projection behind Number Seven-seven is like a mirror from Number Two?"

"Really! I feel that way too!"

The tao sect master got up from his seat and stepped to the edge of the balcony, then raised his hand. "Sit!"

The entire arena was suddenly silent.

"We admit defeat!" said the sect head of tao.

"What?" everyone is flabbergasted.

Jieru looked at his teacher with his eyebrows intertwined.

But his teacher shook his head faintly, hinting to give up.

The referee stuttered in confusion. He looked at Jieru and his teacher in turn.

Jieru sighed heavily and gave up. "I admit defeat!" he said as he landed on the floor and bowed towards Shen Zhu respectfully.

"That's it?" the participants muttered simultaneously. Then looked at Shen Zhu and Jieru alternately.

Shen Zhu was still unmoved no less confused.

What exactly is going on? Bao Yu wondered in her heart.

Shen Zhu sheathed back his sword and turned around. His forehead creased as long as he walked.

"Next!" The show driver continued. "Soldier Number Two against Alchemist Number Fifty!"

The hall exploded with spectacular applause.

"Finally meet a balanced opponent!" shouted the participants in the audience bench as they burst out.

The Number Two Warrior was Tjia Qianxi, the masculine girl, the Champion Path Participant of the fist stream. And Alchemist Number Fifty was the rather handsome Alchemist Lord, the unreasonable muscular brutal Alchemist.