The Heaven Dragon Sword

The Heaven Dragon Sword
Competition Continues



"My lord, we give up this competition first, I want to fight even if it is just playing," said the fire dragon king as he turned around Wong Mo Gei's body.


"As for you holy spirits, you have the power" Wong Mo Gei replied with a smile.


"Does my Lord mind?"


"Of course not the dragon king, but don't you destroy this rink, me and Pok Cai have ruined it" Wong Mo Gei replied laughing instead.


"So, who's the winner, you still want to fight?" tian Shin Lau.


"The winner is obviously Wong Mo Gei Uncle, my fire bear will not be able to defeat the king of the fire dragons, even if only in the game," who replied was Pok Cai.


"Ho ho ho..! Fire bear, don't be so humble just yet, look at my master, a young man who is so pessimistic," said the fire dragon king as he flew round towards the top.


"What am I supposed to do? That fire bear I might be able to deal with, but the holy spirit of Wong Mo Gei. No one will be able to deal with it here" Tian Shin Lau muttered inwardly.


The fire dragon king and the fire bear faced each other in front of their two masters. Without being asked the fire bear jumped towards the fire dragon king while swinging its claws. The fire dragon king also did not stay silent, the fire dragon king swooped quickly into the air dodging the fire bear's attack.


"Hooaaarrr....!!"


The fire bear spouted towards the fire dragon king, the fire dragon king also spouted fire back to block the fire from the mouth of the fire bear.


The spectators cheered, looking at the rare sight, the fire dragon king and the fire bear held a fight like a real fight. The fire dragon king deliberately held back his strength to compensate for the strength of the fire bear.


Wong Mo Gei and Pok Cai became spectators from opposite angles. During the fight the air around the square was so hot that the fire dragon king and the fire bear pitted their fire power.


After feeling tired the fire bear jumped back to the side of his master Pok Cai. While the fire dragon king flew towards the top where Wong Mo Gei was standing.


"Sorry dragon king, we have to put an end to the game, I've almost run out of steam," said the fire bear as he bowed his respects to the fire dragon king.


"Ho ho ho...! Fire bear, you're tough enough for a bear, thank you for keeping me playing. Now rest the bear of fire" replied the Fire dragon king with a laugh. The fire bear just nodded then its body suddenly disappeared, the fire bear went back into Pok Cai's body to rest.


"The next battle of Wa Hua Wa of the Fire Sect was against Pan Lin Min of the Black Cloud Sect!" tian Shin Lau said in a loud voice. Not long after that Wa Hua Wa walked towards the stage of the competition arena. From the corner next to her looked a beautiful girl in short clothes in black, and the pants she was wearing were dark green.


"Are you guys ready?" tian Shin Lau asked Wa Hua Wa and Pan Lin Ming, the two girls replied nodding their heads with both hands saluting.


"Are you ready to fight two rounds? The first round fought a battle of magic and the second round fought using the power of the holy spirit," asked Tian Shin Lau again.


"If I'm ready Uncle, either with Lin Ming," Wa Hua Wa replied.


"I'm also ready Uncle," Pan Lin Ming replied.


"Well, the first round of the battle was empty-handed and armed" Tian Shin Lau said from the center of the arena stage.


Wa Hua Wa and Pan Lin Ming moved forward to the center of the rink and saluted each other by raising both of their hands. Wa Hua Wa and Pan Lin Ming stepped back to prepare for each other by opening their horses.


"Yep...!!"


Pan Lin Ming moved forward to attack towards Wa Hua Wa with his fist flashing towards Wa Hua Wa's face. Wa Hua Wa did not stay still, the red-clothed beautiful girl moved to meet Pan Lin Ming's fist attack.


Taps! Taps!


Wa Hua Wa so dexterously and nimbly climbed every fist of Pan Lin Ming with his palm. The fight of the two young girls went quite fast, both of them attacking each other and fending off each other's attacks. However not so long ago Wa Hua Wa began to appear to be on top of the wind of his flying dragon claw attack began to urge Pan Lin Ming.


Pan Lin Ming who was wearing Tiger-clawed Steps tried to compensate for Wa Hua Wa's attack. However the speed and power levels within Wa Hua Wa seemed to be above the power within Pan Lin Ming. So the Wa Hua Wa attack was much powerful in appeal to Pan Lin Ming's attack.


"Yepy..!"


Wa Hua pointed her palm claws towards Pan Lin Ming's chest, the girl trying to dodge by sliding her body to the left. But Wa Hua Wa apparently so quickly gave an attack by kicking towards the stomach of Pan Lin Ming.


"Did..!" Pan Lin Ming looked surprised, he did not expect that if Wa Hua Wa changed his attack pattern so quickly, Wa Hua Wa's right leg kick hit his stomach.


Maidservant!


"Aakhs..!" Pan Lin Ming complained in pain before his body was pushed back and smashed into the perimeter fence of the rink.


Brak!


"Ukh..!" Pan Lin Ming fell to his knees, fresh blood seemed to flow from the corner of his right lip. Seeing Pan Lin Ming hurt Wa Hua Wa who was about to continue his attack so undo his intentions.


"How is Lin Ming, what can still be continued?" tian Shin Lau asked as he approached Pan Lin Ming.


"Still Uncle, I'm fine," Pan Lin Ming replied as he wiped the blood on his lips with his left sleeve.


"Don't push yourself too hard, it's just a competition match not a real fight" Tian Shin Lau said, knowing that Pan Lin Ming had already suffered a deep wound.


"It's okay Uncle, less exciting, if I give up too quickly," Pan Lin Ming replied with a smile. Pan Lin Ming spread his right hand to the side, a silvery-white sword appeared within the grasp of his right palm.


The wuss..!


The set! The set!


Pan Lin Ming immediately stood up and prepared with the sword stance he had. Wa Hua Wa did not remain silent, a sword he had obtained from the Grave of Swords two years ago in his panngil. The red sword seemed to be clasped in the hands of Wa Hua Wa, but it had not yet been unsheathed from the war.


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