Warrior's Promise

Swoosh!

It only took a split second for the sea-blue arrow of genuine Qi to arrive in front of Su Mo.

Su Mo was taken aback; he had not expected this strike to come so quickly.

Whoosh!

At that moment of life and death, his instinct took the initiative. He swiftly dodged the speeding arrow.

Puff!

The arrow passed by Su Mo's shoulder and missed, though it tore a large rip in the shoulder of his clothes.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three more arrows of genuine Qi followed narrowly and were faster. They were respectively targeted at his head, chest, and lower abdomen.

"Destroy!"

This time, instead of avoiding, he threw two punches. With a rapid blur of movement, his fists shattered all the arrows.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The long-haired young man quickened his attack to the limit. The vibrating bowstring continuously sent out five arrows at a time. A hail of arrows rushed towards Su Mo.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The explosions were bursting incessantly on the fighting ring, resulting in chaotic airflows all over the place.

In the middle of the explosions, Su Mo wheeled both his arms like two windmills. However, he still could not keep up with the attacks.

The strikes came very fast and densely. For a moment, the endless arrows loomed over Su Mo, who just managed to ward them off, let alone strike back.

Rather than unsheathing his sword, he began to drive the Martial Soul in his body, wanting to test how strong his Martial Soul would be.

The long-haired young man paused suddenly.

He felt his genuine Qi and Qi blood churning inside him. It was like they were out of control and were leaking.

"What's wrong?"

He stood aghast and finally realized why Bloody Hand was defeated so quickly.

He made haste to calm down and focus his mind on mollifying the turbulent Qi in his body.

Whoosh!

Just when the young man managed to stabilize the Qi, Su Mo had flashed over and arrived right before him.

"Down you go!"

With a harsh shout, Su Mo threw the man out of the fighting ring.

Whoosh!

A new rival showed up right after the man dropped out the ring, leaving Su Mo no time to rest.

It was a graceful young woman who was about 27 years old. She had lovely and gentle eyes that made her look cute and attractive.

The woman released her Martial Soul as soon as she entered the fighting ring.

It was a snow-white fox glowing with eight yellow halos.

The white fox's eyes were clear blue yet glittered with lust.

"You're an impressive young man. How admirable!"

The woman smiled at Su Mo. Her eyes were enchanting, and her voice was compellingly alluring as if it would soften any man's hard bones.

Su Mo looked abstracted. His aspiration to fight seemed to have drained away as he faced the woman's fetching eyes and listened to the seductive voice.

In the same instant, he felt a warm current surging inside him, and in the bottom of his heart, a flame of lust was stirring.

Su Mo was startled. He immediately bit his tongue and jolted awake.

It was Seduction Skill!

This woman had definitely cultivated this skill. He would have fallen into her trap if he was not extremely determined.

"Get out!"

Su Mo snapped and launched an all-out attack. He blew away the women mercilessly with one mere punch.

Seeing the woman fall off the ring, Su Mo heaved a sigh of relief.

He was not afraid of his opponent's strength, but it was hard to guard against such a peculiar ability.

Whoosh!

Shortly after the woman exited, a skinny old man picked up the baton.

Without any opening remarks, the old man directly released his Martial Soul and aimed at Su Mo.

"Wheel War?"

Su Mo gave a brittle laugh. Their intention was plain to see.

This bunch did not allow him to rest. They had planned to let the successors take over the fight as soon as their predecessors were defeated.

They were going to exhaust him with Wheel War.

"Any tactics they try won't work!"

Su Mo sneered and then, with a clang, he drew his Black-dark Sword fastened to his back.

The fight with the woman had stung him to a rage. He no longer had the patience to prolong the battle.

Without hesitation, he set his seven Spiritual Spirals to work. Suddenly, an imposing manner burst out of him, and the Black-dark Sword was gloriously radiant.

"Cross Chopping Technique of Wind Devil!"

The piercing cross-shaped sword Qi was unstoppable. It directly quartered the air ahead and approached the old man in a devastating way.

Boom!

"Ah!"

With that, the old man was catapulted out of the ring, spitting blood everywhere.

Another man entered as soon as the old man was blown away.

Boom!

Hardly had the stout young man balanced on the ring before he was knocked off by Su Mo's strike.

"Who's next? Come and challenge me!"

Su Mo stood in the fighting ring and shouted arrogantly as he glanced around.

For a few moments, the spectators were quiet.

Five challengers from the Four Seas Fighting Ring had all been defeated. Moreover, each of them had only managed to stay on the ring shorter than the one who had fought before him. The situation almost scared off every defier on the spot.

"What? Are you all scared?"

Su Mo shouted again after he stood in the ring alone for dozens of seconds.

Whoosh!

A young man in purple flew down from the high stand and landed in the ring.

"I'm Li Tian from the Sky Rapier Sect. I'd like to challenge you!" the man said gravely.

A silvery long sword was fastened to his back. He must be a swordsman as well.

This man was one of the geniuses in the Sky Rapier Sect, and his ability was recognized by many members of the outer gate of the Sky Rapier Sect.

A short while ago, the steward of the fighting ring came and asked him to stop Su Mo, promising to pay him a very high price for it.

What's more, he would get paid whether he won or lost.

Swoosh!

As soon as the young man finished his introduction, he struck out a bolt of heavy sword Qi toward Su Mo.

"Amazing Chopping Technique of Wind Devil!"

With a shout, Su Mo reacted. His sword Qi directly broke through the young man's and continued to push forward until it hit the man's body.

"Puff!"

This sword Qi not only swept the young man off the ring, but also cut through his clothes, skin, and flesh.

"Who's next? Come and challenge me!"

Su Mo shouted aggressively, his eyes moving over the people seated around.

The situation completely astonished everyone, and they could not help but admit that Su Mo was incredibly strong. No one could stop him, even those whose cultivation was higher than him.

Many martial artists in the audience, who had reached the Peak Lv 6 Spiritual Martial Realm, changed their expressions. Like the young man in purple, they had also been asked for help by the steward.

They were biding their time until Su Mo was too exhausted to continue the fight.

Seeing no one answer his call, Su Mo's brows snapped together. "How can I win 50 successive matches if no one dares to challenge me?"

Su Mo paused thoughtfully and then yelled. "I've fought 18 battles on Lv 6 Spiritual Martial Realm. There are still 32 left!"

His voice was very flat and calm. However, his next claim caught all the spectators by surprise.

"All of my other 32 opponents, you can fight together!"