Warrior's Promise

With a sword hanging on his waist, the good-looking disciple in blue from the Ulti-mystery Sect put his hands behind his back and slowly walked up to the field.

Looking around Skymoon Country's camp, he was calm and quiet and then said, "Ulti-mystery Sect, Zuo Qiu! Lv 3 Spiritual Martial Realm!"

Rather than making a big introduction about himself, he just said those simple words.

Then Zuo Qiu stood in the field and waited for his opponent from Skymoon Country.

Meanwhile on the city wall, Su Mo was staring at Zuo Qiu, and a flash of light came into his eyes.

He realized that this person was strong!

Although Zuo Qiu was not arrogant like Liang Chuan or dismissive like Wang Chuhe, his calm face and indifferent look showed his absolute confidence.

It was a pride that exuded from within!

Su Mo smiled. His turn had come since he was at Lv 3 Spiritual Martial Realm!

"Hehe! It's our Gale Island's turn!"

At that time, a chuckle was heard in the distance.

Su Mo turned and saw a disciple of Gale Island walking out.

That disciple stood with Yu Xiong, and seven or eight Gale Island disciples, who were probably from the Fight Alliance of Gale Island's Outer Gate, gathered around him.

The disciple's cultivation was at the Peak Lv 3 Spiritual Martial Realm. He had a rugged face and a powerful voice, and was holding a long spear.

"Senior Brother Xing, you'll surely win this fight and make a name for our Gale Island!" Yu Xiong and the others said confidently.

"Haha!"

Upon hearing that, the disciple laughed. Then he skittered over the city wall and rushed onto the battlefield.

He stood before Zuo Qiu.

"Gale Island, Xing Feng. I'm here to take you on!"

Xing Feng smiled and exuded great confidence.

He had great confidence because, among the disciples of the Fight Alliance at Lv 3 Spiritual Martial Realm, he was one of the strongest and most powerful ones.

Although he was not the best among those of his same level, he felt that very few people could defeat him, let alone kill him.

There were only a handful of people at the same level in the entire Gale Island who could kill him.

"Your strength is good!"

Zuo Qiu glanced at Xing Feng and then smiled. But his hands were still behind his back, which made him looked like a senior praising a junior.

"Humph! How arrogant!"

Xing Feng saw Zuo Qiu's behavior and sneered loudly.

"After you!" Zuo Qiu said in a cold voice, shaking his head lightly.

"Take it!"

Xing Feng shouted and stabbed with his spear. The attack pierced through the void.

"Bang!"

Zuo Qiu remained calm. Without using his sword, Zuo Qiu flipped his palm and pushed away Xing Feng's spear.

"Kill!"

Xing Feng screamed violently. Yellow light flashed around his long spear and created shadows in the air. The spear ripped the sky with murderous intent.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Xing Feng attacked crazily. The more he fought, the stronger his attack became.

He had soon attacked with more than 20 continuous movements.

However, Xing Feng's face changed, and cold sweat started to drip down his forehead.

Although he had attacked with more than 20 blows, Zuo Qiu had not used his sword.

It seemed so easy for Zuo Qiu to counter his attack that it was unnecessary for him to even shift.

Xing Feng was shocked!

"How strong is he?"

"Howl!"

Xing Feng released his Martial Soul, a single-horned Rhino Demon Beast, which was in the Rank 7 Human Class.

Then his attacks became stronger than before.

"Already around 20 movements. It's time to end this!" Zuo Qiu said suddenly.

The next moment, his palm force increased dramatically and Zuo Qiu slapped Xing Feng's long spear away with just one blow.

A blue palm print broke through the air and struck on Xing Feng's chest.

"Boom!"

Xing Feng was blown away, and his entire chest had completely been sunken in.

"Bang!"

Xing Feng flew out more than 100 meters and, with blood flowing from the seven openings in his head, he died after a few twitches.

After killing Xing Feng, Zuo Qiu put his hands behind his back again and looked indifferently at the entire Skymoon Country's camp.

Without saying anything, he just waited quietly for another opponent.

He was ready to take on anyone and would not retreat.

"Senior Brother Xing..."

"Junior Brother Xing..."

The people of the Fight Alliance turned pale. They could not believe that with such great strength, Xing Feng would lose!

Numerous people of Skymoon Country were silent again.

The people of the Ulti-mystery Sect who joined the fight were all super talents.

Yuan Zhan stared at Zuo Qiu, and his face could not stop twitching.

"It's the third round of the duel. Will we continue to be defeated?"

The disciples of the Ulti-mystery Sect became stronger and stronger. Although Zuo Qiu did not show amazing powers, it was obvious that he had not used half of his true strength.

Yuan Zhan frowned. If the disciples of the Ulti-mystery Sect continued to win, his camp's morale would hit rock bottom.

Therefore, he had decided within himself that, should they be defeated again, he would march out with his army and fight against Ironforest Country.

"I can't allow this to carry on. The longer it drags on, the less likely for us to win."

Yuan Zhan sighed. He had no idea if there was someone in his camp who could take on Zuo Qiu.

He looked around and finally fixed his gaze on the disciples of the Sky Rapier Sect.

Besides him, many people looked in the same direction.

"Perhaps only the disciples of the Sky Rapier Sect could turn the tables?"

Su Mo shook his head. It seemed that no one in Skymoon Country could defeat Zuo Qiu, and if he did not step out, they would lose again.

As he was about to step out, another person stepped out before him.

It was a disciple from the Sky Rapier Sect.

Having so many eyes on the Sky Rapier Sect, that disciple had no choice but to bite the bullet and step onto the battlefield.

Seeing this, Su Mo restrained himself.

The disciples of the Sky Rapier Sect were quite powerful. Since that disciple had stepped out, he presumably had a lot of confidence.

He was a thin youth from the Sky Rapier Sect.

This youth looked grim. Although he had decided to take on Zuo Qiu, he was not confident of being able to defeat him.

He had decided that, should he lose, he would retreat immediately.

The moment this youth stepped onto the battlefield, he released his Martial Soul.

His Martial Soul was up to the level of the Rank 8 Human Class.

"Kill!"

The youth launched a storm of attacks at Zuo Qiu without saying anything else.

His weapon was a soft sword. His moves were strange and mysterious so it was hard for people to guard against them.

His strength was much greater than Xing Feng's.

Though the disciple of the Sky Rapier Sect attacked aggressively, Zuo Qiu remained calm and used his two palms to counter all the attacks.

After dozens of movements, the disciple of the Sky Rapier Sect finally realized the disparity in their strength.

Without any hesitation, he was ready to flee according to his original plan.

"Without my permission, no one who takes me on can escape!"

At that time, Zuo Qiu's brash voice resounded.

Zuo Qiu moved like lightning and caught up with the disciple of the Sky Rapier Sect.

"Whoosh!"

A white light flashed.

Clash!

After sending out the blow, Zuo Qiu put his sword back into its sheath, and returned to his original spot without waiting to see what happened next.

There was a just a corpse with staring eyes left on the ground.

Just one strike and the disciple died so tragically!

"God! So fast!"

"Without using his sword, he is already so powerful. If he uses it, then who could defeat him?"

"Ah! We lose! No disciple from the Four Sects can contend against this disciple of the Ulti-mystery Sect!"

"The gap is too big!"

"The Ulti-mystery Sect was well prepared. They've sent their super geniuses while none of our geniuses came to Guanwu City!"

The faces of the disciples from the Four Sects turned pale.

Everyone in Skymoon Country's camp had little fighting desire. They were not on par! How could they continue to fight?

The army of Skymoon Country was also demoralized. None of them had any fighting desire after continuously being defeated.

Yuan Zhan took a deep breath and slowly lifted up his palm.

"Can't fight anymore!"

If they continued to fight on, not only would they bring more shame on themselves, their army would be even more demoralized.

Just as Yuan Zhan was about to pass down the order for the drum to be struck to prepare for war, among the disciples of Gale Island, a youth stepped out.