The legendary warrior

Chapter 40 The War Of Wrath

Now, Ricky and Dustin had both become exceedingly wrathful. A gruesome battle became inevitable.

Instead of making tentative moves that tested the waters, both warriors released their most powerful strength at once, not holding back in the slightest.

Dustin's was determined to avenge the murder of his brother. Ricky's, meanwhile, wanted to exact revenge on the man who had disabled his friend. There was no right and wrong in this world of martial arts - only the fittest and strongest would survive. Such was the law of the land.

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Dustin's Bone Crushing Palm was extremely cold and sharp, which came at Ricky in an unexpected, pattern-less movement. Even the most acute warriors could not deduce the diabolical forces lurking in his move.

Dustin's strength and reputation far preceded him. He was quite close in achieving something tremendous in this field, because he had mastered the Bone Crushing Palm almost to perfection. As one of the top ten outer disciples of the Snow Sect, he was a one difficult opponent to face.

Besides that, he was a warrior at the ninth grade of Skin Refinement. Because of this, his Bone Crushing Palm terrified everyone who ever battled against him.

But Ricky's Whiz Fist was also near perfection, and the potency of his fist just as strong as any cultivation method of the Yellow Level.

Everyone present felt their eardrums nearly burst, as the sound of tigers roaring reverberated at Ricky's move. To the spectators, it seemed as though Ricky had turned into a fierce tiger, whirling about at the arena.

The strength of his fist put warriors of Skin Refinement to shame.

"Bang!"

Two powerful blasts burst out as their hands collided. Both warriors heaved their spiritual energies against each other, the intense energy turning into numerous ripples around them.

The ripples washed over the whole arena. From afar it looked as though the place would come crashing down.

Heavy footsteps thudded across the floor.

Both of the warriors violently staggered back a few steps after that. Then they unsheathed their weapons and began sprinting towards each other.

Ricky, with his new long saber, looked unstoppable.

Dustin, meanwhile, had drawn out a delicate soft-iron sword from his waistband. His whirling sword seemed like a dancing venomous snake, finding an angle to strike at its prey.

They had different builds and specialties. Ricky was like a great overlord of fire, while Dustin was like a vicious king in the darkness. They were both extremely powerful, and neither feared his adversary.

The clash of their swords produced violent sparks. Defense was no longer an option. Both of them utilized the deadliest and fiercest attacks in their arsenal.

A slashing sound! They had been wielding their weapons for only a few moments.

More and more cuts and wounds appeared on their skin as the fight ensued.

"Are they out of their minds? They are risking their lives just to win!" Many disciples surrounding arena gasped, their voices trembling.

"It is the Death Arena. They may have been prepared for the possibility of death at the moment they decided to engage in battle. Both of them fight in such a full-force way. They know that only the winner can live to see another day."

"Oh, goodness. You are right! Warriors on the Death Arena must trying to win with every bone in their body, for there is only one person can emerge alive. Who will it be this time?"

"Whatever the result may be, this fight is going to become legendary.

Ricky is so bold. He would be invincible if he had only reached the ninth grade of Skin Refinement. Why he didn't wait for that time?"

"Maybe he's a true genius. He has no spiritual meridian in his body, but he's became as capable as the top ten outer disciples in such a short time!"

Many of them sighed at that. 'What a mysterious and amazing warrior!'

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"Ha! Die!"

The debate became heated among the spectators. But until the last minute, the chances of either emerging the victor were equal. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Dustin had been unstoppable once he began yelling. There was white light encapsulating his sword, a tremendous amount of power gushing out.

That was sword-light.

As the ninth of top ten outer disciples, Jim had only a smattering of knowledge on how to master sword-light. It was normal for Dustin, the fifth disciple, to know how to use it, although his sword-light

was only at the preliminary stage. The highest it could have been was close to the second level. However, it was still substantially powerful.

"Sword-light! A sword-light close to the second level! Dustin is truly fighting with all his strength! He used his ultimate move!" Everyone in the arena became even more excited. The buzz of their whispers began to escalate.

A warrior's comprehension of Light Appreciation was the standard to measure his gift.

"The sword-light is capable of destroying everything. Ricky is dead meat!"

"Master! What should we do?" Heather anxiously said. She hoped Grace would help Ricky. The sword- light elevated Dustin's strength to the next level. As a warrior at the eighth grade of Skin Refinement, Ricky was no match for him.

"The Snow Sect stipulates that no one can intervene personally on the Death Arena, except for an Elder; to be more specific, an innate spirit actually," Grace replied, with a heavy heart. As a warrior of Bone Reinforcement, she knew the limits of the sword-light's capacity.

"But I believe in him. He will not let us down!"

Grace maintained her confidence in the young disciple.

She knew about the power of Nine-degree Body Refining Formula.

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'He's using sword-light too? But his sword-light is much more potent than Jim's, ' Ricky thought, feeling the sharpened momentum of Dustin.

'But my Nine-degree Body Refining Formula is also much stronger now!'

Then he started to master his power. In the blink of an eye, Ricky turned crimson from head to toe. A slight orange hue was fused with that crimson.

"Look! He used that powerful cultivation method again!" many disciples cried out upon seeing Ricky's transformation.

'Nine-degree Body Refining Formula! He is so exceptional. In millennia we have not had a warrior like him...' Elder Abbott, the ninth Elder of the Snow Sect, was overcome with emotion.

He had become invested with Ricky after seeing the warrior use the Nine-degree Body Refining Formula at his last battle.

As a demi-immortal warrior, Elder Abbott had years of experience and knowledge. He had quickly determined that Ricky's move was Nine-degree Body Refining Formula.

'It's impossible not to notice Ricky. It's not every day that a warrior masters Nine-degree Body Refining Formula. I'm afraid 'that person' has also noticed him by now, ' Elder Abbott thought.

He had changed his mind about this warrior once again.

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"Screw your body refining cultivation method! You don't scare me, you little bastard! I will destroy you either way!" Dustin screamed desperately.

"Dark Diabolic Swords! It's time to relinquish your life now!"

Dustin swung his sword three times in a flash, a clever move since it became blurry and imperceptible. But Ricky clearly sensed the frightful force inside it.

Aided by sword-light, Dustin's power had now swollen, reaching the peak of Skin Refinement. The battle was not yet over.