Throne of Seals: White Tiger's Power Lock, I am the God of War

Chapter 18 The Mighty Lion of Desperate Times! First Move: Shattering the Heavens!
Immediately afterwards, golden light surged out from the Gate of Life like a tide, and then a golden lion that was two zhang tall stepped out.

Its entire body was covered in gilded scales, radiating an aura of power that made the entire arena tremble.

"Holy crap, it's actually a Level 8 Jedi Lion!"

"This Soul Number One isn't human! It's an eighth-level magical beast, and it's so ferocious! Who can fight it?!"

"Damn, a magical beast comparable to a seventh-tier professional, even if all those Knight Temple members attacked together, they wouldn't stand a chance."

"I don't know, but Warrior One should probably concede defeat."

"Yes, being stubborn is not a good choice."

The contestants in the audience at this moment had absolutely no confidence in Feng Yao.

Even Long Haochen was terrified; he had no chance of winning against this demonic beast.

"This……"

The referee was completely stunned; the situation was no longer under his control.

"What's up with your Soul Temple this year? You're so strong!"

Ren Wo Kuang couldn't sit still any longer.

The others were also shocked. Damn, it was another level eight magical beast! They had only heard about it before, but now it was actually here!
"Just lucky, just lucky!" the people from the Soul Temple said seriously.

But no one else believed it.

At the same time, an eighth-tier Battle Emperor quietly replaced the seventh-tier Battle King referee who was originally in the arena.

"Roar!!"

The Jedi Lion raised its head and roared, the sound waves transforming into tangible golden ripples that spread outwards, even causing ripples to appear on the magical barriers at the edge of the arena.

Chen Ying'er cheered excitedly, "Hehe, Lady Luck is on my side, Warrior Number One, you have to admit defeat."

"No need. If I wanted to win, I would have made my move long ago," Feng Yao said calmly.

Before the words were even finished, the Lion of the Wasteland pounced on Feng Yao like a golden lightning bolt, just as Chen Ying'er had planned. Its claws tore through the air, leaving a trail of burning golden light.

Feng Yao finally made a move.

"Five Forms of Battle, First Form: Shattering the Heavens!"

This is a unique technique developed by Feng Yao, which utilizes the ability of the Super Beast Armed Forces' ability lock to amplify his own super energy.

After all, the requirement for summoning super beasts in Super Beast Armed is to break through the limits of one's own alien energy, and the Alien Lock can forcibly summon them.
There are five techniques in total. The first technique can only double the damage, while the highest technique can amplify it a hundredfold.

His silver-gray armor, with its tiger stripes, suddenly burst forth with dazzling silver light, and with a single step, the ground cracked open.

Facing the oncoming behemoth, he neither dodged nor evaded, but clenched his right fist, unleashing the power of his sixth-tier, fifth-level spiritual energy, which was doubled, like a volcanic eruption.

The moment the fist collided with the lion's claw, golden and silver light shot into the sky, enveloping the entire training ground in a blinding glow.

"&..."

The contestants in the audience were stunned by what they saw.

Warrior Number One is truly insane to go head-to-head with an eighth-level magical beast.

Even the fiercest person has to have limits!
That's a difference of two levels.

Alliance government.

"Wait a minute, your Warrior Temple's number one is actually a sixth-tier warrior!"

Han Qian noticed immediately and looked at Ren Wokuang.

Ying Suifeng, Lin Chen, Ruoshui, and the people from the Soul Palace also looked on with a hint of inquiry.

"Hmph, so you're allowed to hide your talents?" Ren Wokuang snorted irritably, then looked at the group: "A priest who can attack, a fifth-tier beast tamer who can cast the Gate of Life, a fourteen-year-old fifth-tier assassin, and a fifth-tier knight."

"You talk as if you're all so righteous."

He originally thought that it was already quite cunning to have a sixth-tier Feng Yao suppress a first-tier opponent, but he didn't expect there to be another expert.

None of the people present were without ulterior motives.

Han Qian and the others awkwardly touched their noses. Compared to the Warrior Temple, they were indeed better at hiding.

"So he really is a sixth-tier cultivator, a sixth-tier cultivator at fifteen years old!"

Ying Suifeng grasped the key point.

The others also realized what was happening and all looked at Ren Wokuang again.

"Of course, in fact, this kid could have gone even higher, but let's not talk about it..." Ren Wokuang nodded, but was also a little melancholy.

"They're all geniuses! And this year's class has produced so many geniuses!"

Everyone expressed their feelings.

Although I was shocked by Feng Yao's talent, the opponent was still going to lose this match.

Even a sixth-tier Battle Master would have no chance against an eighth-tier magical beast!
However, the result of the collision far exceeded their expectations. "Boom!"

With a loud bang, the Jedi Lion was forced back three steps, its front paws carving three furrows half a foot deep into the ground.

Feng Yao retreated about ten meters, eventually kneeling on one knee with blood seeping from his tiger's mouth, but his crimson eyes ignited an even more intense fighting spirit.

He slowly stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth: "This is the kind of opponent that's interesting."

"Roar!!!" The Jedi Lion seemed to be enraged, roaring to the sky again, its body radiating golden light.

It pushed off the ground with its hind legs, its body transforming into a streak of light, and pounced again, its tail arriving before its claws even touched the ground.

Feng Yao, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He spun around and swept his leg out with a whip kick. The armor collided with the lion's tail, sparks flying everywhere.

At the same time, he formed a claw with his left hand, and three sharp blades appeared on his fist, aiming straight for the Jedi Lion's throat.

Sensing Feng Yao's intentions, the Lion of the Wasteland unleashed several golden rays that transformed into golden chains, attempting to entangle Feng Yao.

"Break it for me!"

However, Feng Yao roared and unleashed his spiritual power, causing the golden chains to shatter inch by inch by the sudden surge of gray flames.

He seized the opportunity, leaped into the air, and conjured a huge white tiger phantom in his palms, slamming it heavily towards the Lion of the Wasteland.

"Ouch!" The Jedi Lion cried out in pain as its massive body was slammed to the ground.

After landing, Feng Yao pressed his advantage, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks, each strike carrying overwhelming power.

Despite the fierce resistance of the Jedi Lion, it was no match for Feng Yao, who controlled the rhythm of the battle.

"Is this okay?!"

Chen Ying'er is no longer happy.

The audience was utterly shocked.

"If it were me, I'd probably be dead by now, right?"

"No need for 'should,' even if you die, the referee can't save you."

"Yes, you fell to your knees after that lunge."

Xingxuan was described in this way by the other two assassins.

Xingxuan wholeheartedly agrees with this.

Long Haochen also felt powerless, even though he was both a guardian and a punishing knight.

But in the face of absolute power, no skill is of any use.

"Damn, this is insane! How can your Warrior Temple have such a freak!"

The higher-ups of the Soul Temple were completely unable to stay in Bengbu.

Damn it, a sixth-tier Battle Master unleashed the spiritual power of a seventh-tier Battle King.

Is that human being?
Let alone this generation, even if they suppressed their cultivation, they still couldn't beat them!
"We also find it hard to understand."

Han Qian and Ying Suifeng echoed, their faces filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"The first place in this competition will definitely belong to my Warrior Temple," Ren Wokuang chuckled.

He already knew that Feng Yao could never be defeated by a mere level eight magical beast.

Although there's no need to use that trump card, aren't there other trump cards out there?

"grass!"

Apart from Lin Chen and Ruoshui, who knew they had no hope, everyone else looked at Ren Wokuang with dark expressions.

This time, they really miscalculated; the Warrior Temple actually produced a sixth-tier guy with seventh-tier combat power.

Even level eight magical beasts couldn't stop it, let alone a level five professional.

No matter how you look at it, their team has no hope.

At this moment, Ren Wo Kuang was completely oblivious to what was happening outside.

He was considering which spirit furnace to give as the first prize to Feng Yao.

An inextinguishable war furnace?

Ren Wo shook his head wildly. According to his understanding, Feng Yao should need someone who can heal and restore his injuries.

Although Feng Yao is strong enough to lead a fifth-tier priest, he probably doesn't like to rely on others.

"By the way, that spirit furnace! But I don't know if it will be successful."

Ren Wokuang hesitated and pondered.

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