Warrior's Promise

"Demon skill!"

Su Mo narrowed his eyes. He did not know that the Celestialspirit Sect allowed demon skills.

This person was from Demonic Sky Peak. It seemed like the disciples there mostly practiced demonic martial arts.

This punch was not weak, and its massive fist force could match a normal Lv 5 Enlightenment Realm martial artist's strength. However, Su Mo did not care about it. He could defeat Xiang Ming with just his physical strength.

However, Su Mo was not going to defeat him quickly; otherwise, there no same-leveled martial artist would challenge him!

Upon seeing the fist approaching, Su Mo raised his fist and punched out directly at it.

Boom!

A blastwave came with a huge explosion, and Xiang Ming's fist force was easily broken by Su Mo.

"Interesting. Take my second punch." Xiang Ming rose into the air and punched again.

The black fist radiance fell like a black shooting star falling to the world. Several demonic shadows emerged with Demonic Qi within the radiance.

"Break!" Su Mo stood still, punched, and shattered the attack again.

"So strong?" Xiang Ming frowned and looked serious. He could tell that Su Mo was no weaker than him.

"I don't believe you're stronger!" Xiang Ming shouted and raised his fist. It surged with infinite Vital Spirit and was shrouded with black, horrifying Demonic Qi.

"Demon-killing Method"

He punched out, and the black fist force turned into the word "kill" and with it came a bleak, bone-piercing murderous intent.

The word "kill" traveled toward Su Mo at lightning speed.

"Interesting!" Su Mo raised his eyebrows. This punch was extraordinary, and was even close to a Peak Lv 5 Enlightenment Realm martial artist's punch.

Su Mo's sword was still sheathed, and his body shone with golden light. At the moment the word "kill" almost approached him, he punched out again at it.

Poom!

Without surprise, the word "kill" was shattered before it could harm Su Mo.

"How... How is this possible?"

Xiang Ming's face fell, and horror filled his eyes. This was his all-out punch that had killed six Lv 5 Enlightenment Realm martial artists before; however, it was now easily blown away by Su Mo.

"Continue!" Su Mo smiled and punched Xiang Ming again.

"Dragon Conquering the World!"

A dragon cry shook the heaven, and five-colored fist radiance turned into a five-colored dragon as it rushed toward Xiang Ming.

Su Mo had not practiced any powerful fistplay. Although the Tiger Roaring and Dragon Fist was rather low-leveled, it was enough to deal with Xiang Ming.

Break!

Xiang Ming was not weak and had a good command of Demonic Skills. He used Demon-killing Fist and broke Su Mo's attack easily.

The two kept attacking and trading punches, and the sky was filled with all sorts of fist radiance and explosions.

In a blink of an eye, the two had traded nearly 100 punches.

"Su Mo, you can't beat me. I see you're a swordsman. Draw your sword!" Xiang Ming thundered.

"Is that so?" Su Mo chuckled and decided to end the game.

He exerted all of his nine Spiritual Spirals, and profound Vital Spirit circled in his body.

"I hope you can take this punch!"

"Dragon Battle in Star Field!"

Su Mo gave a battle cry and punched out a rampant five-colored fist radiance, which was immense and lit up the whole valley. Inside the radiance, several dragon shadows were dancing and roaring with earthshaking might.

"What?" Xiang Ming was struck dumb because this punch made his hair rise. He dared not to block, nor could he parry because he would fall out of the fighting ring and lose.

"Demon-killing Method!"

While grinding his teeth, Xiang Ming punched out his ultimate with both hands. Two giant words "kill" were cast out to meet Su Mo's fist radiance.

Boom!

The fist radiance was unstoppable. It smashed the words "kill" and hit Xiang Ming instantly.

Puff!

With blood spurting out, Xiang Ming was sent flying out of the fighting ring instantaneously.

"Xiang Ming can't compete with Su Mo after all!"

"But I don't think the gap is big. Xiang Ming is just a little bit weaker!"

"Su Mo is indeed extraordinary. He deserves to be a Towering Sky Peak talent!"

The audience was talking and marveled at his might.

Huang Yao's eyes glowed brilliantly as she looked at Su Mo.

Huang Yao bit her red lips slightly, looked at Hong Qingxuan, smiled, and said, "Junior Sister Hong, Su Mo is a marvelous talent. I'll have more contact with him in the future."

Hong Qingxuan was shocked, and her arched eyebrows knitted slightly. "You don't need to inform me to do this!"

"Haha! That's not right. He's your friend, so I'm telling you first!"

Huang Yao chuckled and said, "Although Su Mo's talent is not bad, his strength is still far away from those high-leveled inner disciples. I don't think he's your type. So why don't you help make a match between him and me?"

Hong Qingxuan's eyes glittered with displeasure, and she calmly said, "If you like him, go for him yourself. You don't need my help at all.

"Haha! Thank you then!"

Huang Yao's face was beaming. Although she was not as beautiful as Hong Qingxuan, she was a decent woman, and many men had wooed her. She thought that Su Mo would not refuse her if she wooed Su Mo.

Hong Qingxuan felt a sense of crises underneath her cold face. The brighter Su Mo shone, the more women he would attract!

On the fighting ring.

Su Mo looked over at Xiang Ming and said loudly, "You lose!"

Xiang Ming managed to stop flying. His face looked pale, and the corner of his mouth was stained with blood.

"You're just one move better than me!" Xiang Ming said with a terrible face, "If I used the force of Martial Soul, you may not win!"

Even Xiang Ming did not believe his words because Su Mo did not use his Martial Soul either. His Martial Soul was special and did little to increase his combat strength, hence he had not used it.

It was just an excuse for his failure.

"Give me 100,000 Medium Spiritual Stones!" Su Mo did not want to waste time talking and scorned at Xiang Ming internally. If he used his Martial Soul, any same-level martial artist would become a mummy instantly.

"Hum!" Xiang Ming then unwillingly handed over the stones and left immediately.

Su Mo was overjoyed while taking the stones. 100,000 Medium Spiritual Stones equaled to a hundred million Lower Spiritual Stones. How much would it be if he could win 100 gamble fights!

However, he was unlikely to win 100 fights. The others now knew his strength and dared not to challenge him without being certain of victory.

Su Mo swept both sides of the valley and said loudly, "Who else?"

This time, nobody answered. Su Mo repeated three times and waited for 15 minutes and still, there was nobody answering.

"Alas!" Su Mo sighed and frowned. He feared that he could not fight anymore today.

Soon, he raised his head and got ready to raise the limit of cultivation.

At this moment, a purple rainbow came quickly from the skyline and arrived above the valley in a second.

"I will fight you!"

It was a purple-robed youngster. This person stared at Su Mo with sharp eyes.

His arrival silenced the valley, and then the valley burst into an uproar.

"Gosh! It's the sect master's pro-disciple, Murong Wudi!"