Chapter 979: Chapter 420: Your Subordinates Are Too Weak!
On the battle arena.
Two towering figures stood silently, like steel towers, on either side.
Bai Xiao wore a black and gold Dragon Elephant Fighting Suit, with golden patterns on its surface reflecting the sunlight, as if the fierce and domineering dragon elephant on it had come to life. A faint platinum airflow slightly distorted the surrounding air.
He raised his head, his gaze calm as he looked at White Saint Hall Roland across from him.
This person was also tall and exceptionally burly. His inverted triangle robust body was clad in heavy, hard white armor, resembling a human-shaped heavy tank. At the chest of the armor was a rather ornate and intricate Heavenly Country emblem, indicating his identity as a member of the Heavenly Country!
Under the leadership of Light Eagle Philin, the Heavenly Country had black and white Holy Halls, both composed of individuals at Peak Sect Leader Level. They were once top experts of the White Eagle Republic, later defeated by Philin, captivated by his personal charisma, and thus joined the Heavenly Country. This time, they also came to participate in the Martial Arts Competition.
Rest area, contestant waiting area.
Many eyes were cast toward the two figures in the battle arena.
Especially Light Eagle Philin, in his luxurious silver armor, squinting slightly, watching Bai Xiao with interest. There was also an elder with a gaunt, sinister face wearing a fiery red practice uniform.
Western Secret Martial Realm, Holy Fire Divine Eagle Style, Divine Eagle Qu Yu.
“It’s him, who killed my two disciples…”
The white-haired elder’s eyes were cloudy, his spirit declining, yet there was an extreme fierceness hidden in his gaze. He took a deep breath, staring at the battleground.
In the center of the arena.
Ronan, fully encased in white heavy armor, gazed at Bai Xiao across from him, his hand armor with a hard and fierce outline, emitting a cracking sound, slowly tightening. Before going on stage, Light Eagle Philin had whispered to Ronan. In this battle, he must exert full effort, hopefully forcing Bai Xiao to reveal all his techniques.
Even if he loses, he must expose all of the opponent’s trump cards!
However, after stepping onto the stage, Ronan didn’t quite think that way.
He felt he would not lose!
In this battle, the defeated would only be Bai Xiao.
“Lord Philin still underestimates me too much…”
“And overestimates the opponent as well!”
From Ronan’s nostrils, hot white streams slowly sprayed, his entire aura growing more formidable, with Qi-Blood seamlessly whole throughout his body. He seemed forged from dark steel, heavy and massive, like a humanoid iron tower.
The air around subtly twisted, dust floating upwards.
In an illusionary moment, a towering white wave akin to a dozen-story building seemed to press down, layer upon layer, crashing toward the opponent. The tremendous pressure could easily overturn ships, tear apart harbors, leaving no escape.
White Water Torrent Skill, one of the spirit secret techniques Ronan has painstakingly cultivated.
It can inflict immense psychological pressure, securing the initiative first.
“Empty, empty, empty, empty…”
The match had yet to start, the white torrent surged out, directly sweeping across the entire arena, enveloping Bai Xiao entirely, battering from all directions. With a rumbling sound, the ground seemed to tremble, the wave torrent exploded.
“Boom!”
Ronan, without a battle helmet, slightly curled the corners of his mouth.
The next moment, his pupils contracted sharply, a glimpse of fear flashing through his eyes.
“Zing!”
In an instant, the white torrent covering the entire arena was split in two by some unknown force, the air lingering with black and red smoke.
It seemed like remnants of Sword Qi left by a peerless divine sword.
“Plop, plop, plop…”
He felt a dampness on his nose, raised his hand, and his palm caught a drop of crimson blood that fell. Ronan’s expression was bewildered, a fine crack at his brow, measuring five or six centimeters long, with blood seeping out.
He looked up again, his gaze penetrating over a hundred meters to the distant man who still stood quietly in place, unmoving and expressionless.
A trace of horror flickered in his eyes.
Daring to use clumsy spirit secret martial arts and techniques in front of Bai Xiao was somewhat suicidal; just the instinctive defensive effect of the Demon Bird Secret Book alone was enough to give opponents a hard time. Only those adept in this field could barely attempt.
Not long after coming on stage, Ronan prematurely suffered a silent loss.
A sharp pain at his brow, breathing heavy and slow.
The audience on either side of Cloud Mountain’s cliffs, many spectators were somewhat puzzled, inexplicably seeing Ronan’s brow start to bleed. Only some contestants in the waiting hall, seemed to gradually understand the situation.
“Did Ronan suffer a setback right from the start?”
“But he’s one of the Heavenly Country’s black and white Holy Hall…”
“Backlash from ineffective spirit secret techniques?”
…
Beside the battle arena.
The host in red took a deep breath and loudly announced.
“Gentlemen, the match begins!!!”
“Boom!”
White Saint Hall Ronan directly took action, his fingers brushing past his forehead, a hint of ferocity shining in his eyes. He stomped the ground, his lower body muscles suddenly showing a hint of swelling blackness, exploding fiercely. His strength surged forth like a breached dam, transforming into a ballista flying out.
“Holy Hall Knight Seal!”
“Strength!!!”
Ronan roared, his entire body swelling several circles in mid-air. His right arm, clad in pristine armor, grew even thicker, as blue-black nerves and blood vessels twisted like wires, muscles seeming cast in steel. The back of the hand showed a religious-like white thorny floral pattern brightening.
After the initial probing.
There’s no doubt he became much more cautious, right off the bat deploying top-tier secret martial arts!