Tyrion nodded and jumped onto the seventh platform.
“The peak of the third Super soldier realm… it seems like I am pretty lucky.” Tyrion’s opponent was a teenager with thick eyebrows, he held a huge blade with an interesting angle. There was visible yellow ‘dust’ flowing around the tip of his blade, making it look extremely powerful.
Tyrion was pretty speechless, that teenager was also at the peak of Mid Super soldier realm, he was wondering what that luck his opponent mentioned was.
“Lose!”
The teenager with thick eyebrows suddenly jumped towards Tyrion, the hard stone floor under his feet was filled with cracks as he moved. He waved his huge blade that obviously was not light as he ran towards Tyrion.
Tyrion shook his head, he waved his right hand casually. Although he looked like he spent zero effort, his whole arm was slung at such high speed that it almost disappeared. He easily flicked the huge blade off his opponent’s hand. However, his opponent still thought his blade was right where it was and carried on his attacking movement.
Swoosh!
There were still five steps between the two of them, the teenager without his blade failed to attack, he said in confusion with some dissatisfaction, “Where did my blade go!?”
Tyrion pointed to the left.
The teenager with thick eyebrows looked over, he saw his huge blade was plunged into the ground at the edge of the platform, it was still shaking.
He could not be anymore embarrassed that that, the teenager took out his blade and jumped off the platform with his face reddened. Inside his head, he had cussed at Tyrion using every nasty word he could think of.
Without any surprises, Tyrion had won the battle, which gave him two points.
The second round, the third round… all the way up to the fifth round, Tyrion had beaten all his opponents without spending much effort, which gave him ten points in total.
After all the fifth round battles had finished, the head elder announced that there would be a half-an-hour break, which allowed everyone to regain some of their Zhen ‘dust’ and energy.
“Indeed, let’s wait and see!”
Thirty minutes’ break was over just like that, the competition began again.
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Unlike the first five rounds, the next five rounds would include the ace contestant. If the remaining contestants were able to avoid the ace contestants, then it would be really lucky for them; but if they ever encountered them, then they would just have to tough it out.
This time, Harry was very unlucky. Although he did not get stuck with the ace contestant, he had encountered an elite disciple at the Late Super soldier realm. After taking ten attacks, he had finally lost.
In the sixth and the seventh round, it was once again Tyrion’s turn.
“Hehe, little brat, your record of winning would be broken now.” The speaker was a teenager with crooked eyes, who was about seventeen years’ old, it was regarded as pretty old among all the elite disciples. In the extra time, he must have accumulated a lot of battling experiences, that allowed him to be in the top two hundred.
Shoo!
This time, Tyrion decided to attack first. He used his Phantom step and disappeared in front of his opponent. The moment his opponent saw Tyrion again, all he could feel was the sharp pain on his chest, a powerful force hit him and pushed him all the way off the stage.
After landing heavily on the ground, the teenager with crooked eyes looked shocked and confused, he could not believe what had happened. He wondered how powerful this Tyrion who had beaten him with just one move was.
“Derek, this junior brother seems a little different! He seems to be hiding his true strength.” Sinth glanced at Tyrion and then casually said to Derek.
Derek shook his head and laughed, “Compared to the other elite disciples, he is pretty strong, but with me here, all he could do is lose.”
Gareth said, “Although he would not be able to beat you, there is hope for him to be in the top three of the group.”
After another round of battles, it was time for the ninth round.
“No. 0 against No. 24!”
“Your turn.” Gareth said with his arms wrapped in front of his chest.
Swoosh!
A light breeze swept the floor, Derek’s shadow slowly disappeared from where he was standing. He had already appeared on the stage.
“Such a fast movement art! When did he get up there!?”
“No wonder they call him the ‘Flying in the wind’ Derek, the style of his martial art is almost like the wind, with neither a shape nor any shadows.”
All the elite disciples around could not say a word more.
Tyrion slightly frowned, although Derek had crazy speed, the thing which worried him more was Derek’s ability with the wind, he combined himself with the wind and became one with it, which largely increased the quality of his movement art. It also created this confusing illusion, of course, Tyrion had seen through it.
“Derek, my name is Frank, I appreciate this opportunity to fight against you.” The square-faced teenager knew that there was a huge gap between them, so he said with great respect.
Derek nodded, “Bring on everything you’ve got! I will take it easy.”
After he heard him, the square-faced teenager looked very serious, he got his sword out of its scabbard, and waved it in the air. Suddenly, he attacked Derek.
Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!
The great sword vibrated a little halfway through, it formed four sword shadows, each of them extremely sharp. They sliced open the air, bringing up crazy amounts of ‘dust’ along with them.
Seeing that the tip of his sword was just about to stab Derek, happiness flashed past the square-faced teenager’s face.
Right then, Derek moved, his body leaned back a little, keeping the same distance between him and the tip of the sword. He just kept floating backwards like that.
“How could this be happening?! My stabbing speed could not catch up with his movement art!?” After he kept chasing for about ten meters, the square-faced teenager just could not stab his opponent, no matter what. The happiness he had felt before disappeared completely as if it never happened.
Derek lost the patience to keep playing with his opponent, he flicked his fingers at the sword.
Chin!
Even though it was just the slightest amount of power, the square-faced teenager found himself barely holding his sword. All the sword light he managed to form earlier had been shattered within a second, his plan of attacking through air had completely failed.
The next second, he could feel the kick on his chest. Blood burst out of his month, he could not help but be pushed off the stage.
“Brother Derek, bravo! He hasn’t lost one battle, and all his opponents were beaten without any effort. Exactly how powerful are those top ten elite disciples?!”
“Very powerful! Brother Derek was not even being serious.”
“It looks like there is no one that could beat brother Derek, even that No.28 Tyrion is definitely not his opponent.”
Off the stage, Harry turned his head and said to Tyrion, “Tyrion, you are about to face Derek, be careful! His movement art is way more powerful than he makes it look.”
“I know, don’t worry.” Among all the people in the crowd, Tyrion saw it more clearly than anyone else. However, about the movement art, he really did not have to worry about his opponent.
In the seventh round of battles, Harry, had all lost. Harry had lost because he had encountered a powerful opponent Riserd!
Risard had totally lived upto his reputation. With just one sword movement, he had beaten Zhang Haoran.
Technically, the power gap between the two was almost ignorable, Zhang Haoran was also one of the top geniuses in the Death Gate academy who was not easily beaten. But this time, he could only blame his lack of luck. Risard was famous for his unpredictable sword arts, if there was even a tiny gap between him and his opponent, then his opponent would have no chance to avoid his sword attack.
That one sword movement was almost inevitable.
Risard turned around, while he was walking down the stage, he said casually, “Train for another year.”
“Below the core disciples, brother Risard is the No.1 sword artist.”
“Now that I have time to think about it, I think that one sword attack was too scary, it was way too fast for our eyes and senses to follow. Although it was incredibly fast, somehow it gave people an illusion that it was too slow. If it was me, I think I will just go crazy on the spot.”
” Risard is indeed very powerful, but you guys, look over there.” An elite disciple pointed at another platform, there were two people on there prepared to battle.
The rest of the elite disciples started their quiet chatter.
Technically, the power gap between the two was almost ignorable, Zhang Haoran was also one of the top geniuses in the Death Gate academy who was not easily beaten. But this time, he could only blame his lack of luck. Risard was famous for his unpredictable sword arts, if there was even a tiny gap between him and his opponent, then his opponent would have no chance to avoid his sword attack.
That one sword movement was almost inevitable.
Risard turned around, while he was walking down the stage, he said casually, “Train for another year.”
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“Now that I have time to think about it, I think that one sword attack was too scary, it was way too fast for our eyes and senses to follow. Although it was incredibly fast, somehow it gave people an illusion that it was too slow. If it was me, I think I will just go crazy on the spot.”
