Sadist warrior
Lu Jia Li Killed?
Soul Tread Techniques, this technique as the name implies is a technique that uses soul force enveloped in Qi.
Since Ma Dong's soul force was still not qualified to be used, Ye Chen changed it using Qi which was shrouded in soul power.
Ye Chen then taught every detail of this technique, "watch carefully, remember the Qi centered all over the palm, if you have, try to channel the strength of your soul in the middle of your palm."
The theory is easy but the practice is very difficult, repeatedly Ma Dong had to faint because of too much use of soul force.
Once upon a time both of Ma Dong's hands blistered and his fingers cracked as they were not strong enough to withstand the pressure arising from the merging of Qi and soul force.
Two days passed, one hand of Ma Dong was healed while the other hand was still wrapped.
Today is the second selection of the tournament, all the participants have already lined up gathered.
The tournament clerk then directs participants to take sequence numbers, starting from the Gold level and then the Earth level.
At the Gold level, Lu Jia got the first turn. While at the Earth level, Ye Chen got his last turn after Ma Dong.
"Huffs... Thankfully, my turn is still a long way off." said Ma Dong, if only he had his first or second turn, he would have failed. There is no way he will survive with one hand wrapped.
"Participant Lu Jia Li, please prepare." the sound of the tournament committee broke the silence of the arena.
"While...! ma Dong shouted cheering Lu Jia but Lu Jia instead looked towards Ye Chen.
Ma Dong who saw this also turned his head towards Ye Chen, then elbowed him "Senior said something."
Ye Chen was not ignorant but he had been distracted by the killing aura that was suppressing him.
"Miss Lu spirit."
Lu Jia Li smiled sweetly at Ye Chen's support, the audience spontaneously shouted in support of him with words like adoring his beauty.
Only two pairs of eyes seemed not so happy.
"Well, that's senior haha...."
"Sad you are." said Ye Chen then again pay attention to the main stage where important and influential people sit. Ye Chen felt that the killing aura aimed at him earlier came from there.
Back in the tournament arena, already standing Lu Jia Li who was holding his sword, his opponent was a young commander.
Tournament organizers put up shields that closed the battle arena.
"Miss, be prepared" said the young commander. Lu Jia nodded her head in the sign he was ready.
This young commander attacked Lu Jia very quickly, not giving Lu Jia a chance to retaliate.
Tranks...
Tranks...
The sound of swords clashing sounded loud.
"Miss Jiaa. let's beat him."
"No, don't lose."
Audience cheers began to sound supportive. All the spectators were anxious to see Lu Jia just playing backwards and holding on.
"The dial is very fast," grumbled Lu Jia inwardly. "there is absolutely no gap, in this case I can lose."
Lu Jia again blocked the sword that attacked his waist and tried to retaliate by kicking the arm of the young commander holding the sword.
"Awass! hais the kid is so sloppy." Lu Ping shouted from the main stage.
The young commander who saw Lu Jia kicking his arm smiled, He raised his hand and spun while the other hand hit Lu Jia's leg.
Plakkc...
The site of the young commander hit Lu Jia's feet and made her grimace in pain.
No one is cruel, everything is in accordance with the rules. If you are not strong to pass this test then do not expect to do much in the northern continent later.
"The boy is pushing himself too much." Back Lu Ping muttered when he saw Lu Jia start attacking using the techniques he practiced.
But he was shocked to see Lu Jia's movements that could put pressure on his opponent.
"Eh can be like that turns out, the movement is. lift the left leg, not... ...." Lu Ping himself was puzzled, Lu Jia's movements were at first glance similar to what he gave but very different and looked perfectly suited to Lu Jia's current condition.
In the fighting arena, the already desperate Lu Jia heard a voice in his head. "Calm down, you won't be able to win if you're so desperate." Lu Jia had searched through the audience hoping to find out the person who was encouraging her.
"Focus on your opponent!" Lu Jia was shocked to hear him being yelled at, "Jump to the left, use your sword to prop up the injured right leg."
"Do you understand?" Lu Jia nodded with a smile and started attacking as per the instructions he heard.
All the spectators started cheering in support of Lu Jia, but not the tournament organizers and spectators on the main stage. They felt that something was wrong, there was no way that the young commander could be pressed. There must be someone guiding Lu Jia and this was not justified in a competition.
But having not found out who was helping Lu Jia, they could only keep quiet while enjoying the fight that was still going on.
The young commander who was at this mid-stage Earth level started to get desperate, blood started to be seen from Lu Jia's sword incision wound.
Lu Jia himself already looked very tired, playing fighting in a high tempo was very draining his strength, not yet a wound on his leg that sometimes made his movements stiff.
Aware of the state of Lu Jia who was getting tired, the young commander jumped back and began to bring out his mainstay techniques. His sword He threw very quickly aimed at Lu Jia's chest and then he himself darted quickly giving a follow-up attack.
The aura of middle Earth level pressure began to press down on Lu Jia until his defense faltered.
"Ware...!"
"Commander, stop!" shouted the tournament organizers almost simultaneously with the elders.
"Lu Jia! shield," the loud clashing sound on his head resuscitated Lu Jia. "Pull a deep breath, expel all the Qi flow only into your palms and blow it forward." Lu Jia followed all the instructions in her head.
Hyaa....
Lu Jia shouted loudly while pushing both of his hands but it was not strong enough, the young commander sword could indeed he withstand but not with his punch.
"Hold a minute, .. now! move both hands to the right, follow the pressure flow of your opponent."
Blaarr's...
Ahhh...
Loud explosions rang out in the aftermath of Lu Jia's agonizing cry, fortunately he still had a chance to hear a voice telling him to roll to the left at the most critical moment.
Everyone fell silent, Lu Jia survived death. While the young commander who saw his attack failed to strike back at Lu Jia who was lying helpless.
Fluctuations of energy swirled around the young commander, signaling He had expended all of his energy up to the peak stage.
With a cynical smiling mouth he again attacked Lu Jia.
"Dead you...!"
No one had the time to react when this deadly attack hit Lu Jia, not helpless but indeed no one would have thought the young commander would go to that extent.
"Lu Jiaa... grandson!!"
A loud shout sounded from Lu Ping from the main stage.
He darted quickly into the still sealed arena and tried to destroy it, but it was too late.
Blam...
Loud explosions again sounded at Lu Jia's place, destroying part of the dust-covered arena that was billowing high.
Everyone shut up, nobody thought this was happening.
The other participants even closed their eyes, unable to see Lu Jia anymore.
Gu Xia, Lu Jiao and Ma Dong even shed tears, they all remembered Lu Jia as a good friend.
