Warrior's Promise

Su Mo set foot on the south fighting ring, along with the other participants.

One of the two participants on the Central Fighting Ring was Mo Yue from Cold-blood Hall.

Right after he stepped on the ring, he said nothing and cast out a huge bloody palm, hitting the blood out of his opponent's ears, eyes, nostrils, and mouth, before he turned around and left. All of this happened in four seconds.

On the south fighting ring, Su Mo was facing a woman in blue clothes. She was called Xu Ning and ranked 75th on the list.

"Su Mo, I'll not grant you an easy win!" Xu Ning spoke in a deep voice with serious eyes.

Considering Su Mo's easy victory over Luo Ning, she knew that she was far overmatched.

Even so, she would do her best.

Clang!

Su Mo unsheathed Spirit-slayer Sword and said, "Take my move!"

With vigilant eyes, Xu Ning also took out her sword.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

With sword radiance bursting out, Su Mo swung his sword thrice in an instant. The air rippled like water, and three rows of misty sword Qi took shape, thrusting toward Xu Ning like wind.

Boom!

Xu Ning failed in one move. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, and her blue robe was torn apart with two traces of sword.

Sough!

Su Mo's Dragon Luck had grown to 83 meters, which was enough to rank top 70s after devouring Xu Ning's.

"Su Mo is strong, maybe he can hit top 30s!"

"Yup, but the 30th is his limit. After all, he's only in Peak Lv 3 True Spirit Realm!"

Many of people in the audience paid attention to Su Mo.

The game continued, and there was another big game in the next round.

On the north fighting ring, Han Qianze, the Prince of the North, versus the 16th ranking talent on the list.

This talent was called Li Yuntian, aka Shadowless Saber, and famous for his sharp saber moves, killing people without leaving a shadow.

On the fighting ring, Li Yuntian faced Han Qianze, clenching the hilt of his long saber and looked extremely somber.

"Li Yuntian, fast moves mean nothing to me. You don't stand a chance!" Han Qianze sneered.

"Han Qianze, cut the bullsh*t and take my stroke!" Li Yuntian shouted and moved. With an upward arc in a flash, a terrifying saber Qi was cast out at lightning speed.

"Haha!" Han Qianze looked indifferent and chuckled. With the agitated Genuine Vitality on him, a dreadful frosty Qi waved out, covering the fighting ring with a thick layer of frost, and even solidifying the air.

Li Yuntian's saber Qi was slowing down tremendously due to the dreadful frosty Qi and lost its power.

Pop!

As Han Qianze waved his hand, the saber Qi turned into ice crystals and fell on the fighting ring.

"Holy crap!" Li Yuntian was shocked deeply. In last year's match, he had fought Han Qianze, whose strength was now more than 10 times stronger than before.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Han Qianze stepped toward Li Yuntian with frightful frosty Qi, and every step he took had left a piece of thick ice.

"Han Qianze, if you can take the other move, I'll concede!" Li Yuntian snarled. Every step his opponent took, was great stress on him.

"Haha! Bring it on!" Han Qianze's mouth curled.

"Seckill Cut!"

Li Yuntian snarled madly, with his saber Qi surging, sharp saber will be skyrocketed.

Li Yuntian followed his saber will into the sky, clenched the hilt with both hands and brought his saber down with saber Qi, which was pouring, white, sharp, and unstoppable.

"Saber will?" Han Qianze did not care about Middle of the 1st stage saber will.

The sharp saber Qi penetrated the frosty Qi easily and flashed into his face.

"Ice!"

Han Qianze stretched his palm forward with a slight shout, and the frosty Qi around him gathered into a huge ice crystal, freezing the saber Qi all at once.

Boom!

The solidified ice crystals smashed on the fighting ring, scattering along with the saber Qi inside.

"I concede!" Li Yuntian knew that he could not beat Han Qianze and gave up immediately.

The 200-meters-long Dragon Luck on Li Yuntian was devoured by 10 meters.

"Han Qianze is strong indeed. He might have practiced the Inferno Frost Skill into the last few stages!"

"Inferno Frost Skill is an Upper Lv 4 Cultivation Skill. It's said that if you reach its final Grand Completion, you're able to freeze an entire small city in an instant. It's horrible!"

There were clamors of comments all over the arena. Su Mo also stared at Han Qianze, and was impressed by his Martial Arts of the Ice System.

In the following matches, super talents showed up one after another.

Ao Wushuang was unmatched, he kept defeating his opponents in one move, with one hand.

The ninth princess was also unstoppable.

Although Huo Ling was defeated by her, his strength was undoubted. None of his opponents could take three saber strokes from him, not even the 13th ranking talent on the list.

As for Mo Yue, Hong Qingtian, and the other top 10 talents, they also kept winning.

Su Mo fought two more matches and had not met any worthy opponent yet. His Dragon Luck had also grown to 100 meters.

However, compared to those 230-meters-long Dragon Lucks on Hong Qingtian, Mo Yue, and the others, 100 meters was still very short.

At this moment, Su Mo was gazing at Duan Jingtian's match on the east fighting ring.

In his eyes, Duan Jingtian might have met some fortuitous opportunity and become much stronger now. The halberd seemed invincible, and Duan Jingtian defeated the 39th ranking talent in seven moves.

"Su Mo, we'll meet in a few rounds!" He went back to the spectators stand, glimpsed at Su Mo and said with a smile.

Although tokens randomly arranged participants, they followed certain rules.

The next opponent of the winning person is normally the one with longer Dragon Luck than his previous opponent's, while the defeated person would face one with shorter Dragon Luck.

The Dragon Lucks of both Su Mo and Duan Jingtian were almost equal in size, hence they were very likely to have a duel.

"You'll die when we meet!" Su Mo said, sounding composed.

"Haha! Hope you can still say so later!" Duan Jingtian sneered.

Time passed. After Su Mo defeated another opponent, his token quivered, and he smiled.

His token pointed at the Central Fighting Ring, in the meantime, Duan Jingtian's token also quivered, pointing at the Central Fighting Ring.

"Su Mo, it's our final showdown! Live or die!" Duan Jingtian stood up with murderous eyes.

"Live or die, as you wish!" Su Mo rose up and flew to the Central Fighting Ring, following Duan Jingtian.

The First Elder, the Second Elder, and the others were silent and looked dignified.

The two bore a grudge against each other, therefore, nobody could stop them from killing each other.