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

Chapter 19: Level 8 magical beasts are like candles flickering in the wind, while Level 6 battle masters remain as steady as old dogs!

At the same time, Feng Yao finished gathering his strength, and the gray-white flames condensed to their maximum.

"Flash Spirit Technique!"

In an instant, the silver fist light, carrying the phantom of the white tiger, slammed directly into the Mighty Lion.

"Uh……"

The Jedi Lion let out a mournful cry, then turned into golden specks of light and vanished into the air along with the Gate of Life.

When a monster is severely injured, the Gate of Life will automatically dissipate.

Feng Yao stopped his attack and stood still, his gaze sweeping over Chen Ying'er, whose face was pale. "Not bad, but it's a pity it can't beat me."

Chen Ying'er stamped her foot helplessly: "I give up."

Everyone present was shocked by Feng Yao's domineering and unparalleled power.

I don't know when this sentence popped into my mind.

Your level eight magical beast is like a candle flickering in the wind, while my level six battle master is as steady as an old dog!

After a long pause, the referee, an eighth-tier Battle Emperor, finally announced: "Feng Yao wins the second match!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, the entire training ground fell into an eerie silence, followed by a deafening murmur of discussion.

"Incredible! They defeated an eighth-level magical beast so easily!"

"Unbelievable! Who would have believed this before!"

"yes……"

"That silver fist aura, even its residual power made my blood surge. If it had hit me, I probably wouldn't have been left with even a trace!"

"This Feng Yao is definitely a sixth-tier cultivator!"

These words silenced the entire room once again.

Damn, the only Tier 6 Battle Master in this tournament, how am I supposed to fight this matchup?
Just declare them champions.

However, these are just complaints in people's minds.

If they are actually sentenced, they will probably be unhappy.

……

After finishing his match, Feng Yao got up and walked towards Wang Yuanyuan's area. He learned from the person in charge that she was in the fifth group.

Soon, Feng Yao arrived at the fifth group's priest's trial ground.

Coincidentally, Feng Yao arrived just as Wang Yuanyuan's match had already begun.

Her opponent was Knight Temple Number Five, Lu Renjia.

"Warrior Temple King Yuan Yuan versus Knight Temple Lu Ren Jia, both sides prepare."

"Game start."

With the referee's call to arms, Lu Renjia summoned his mount, while Wang Yuanyuan intended to insert the crystal into the Giant Spirit God's Shield.

Both sides are at the fifth tier, so besides comparing their own strength, they also need to compare the strength of their trump cards and mounts.

"It seems like today's match is going to be pretty intense. Dianyan's opponent is probably also a fifth-tier player."

Feng Yao murmured as he watched this scene.

With the preliminary rounds over, everyone from the various temples began to go all out.

Lu Renjia's mount was a ground dragon covered in red copper scales. It roared and spewed out scorching dragon breath, and the flames swept towards Wang Yuanyuan in a fan shape.

Wang Yuanyuan remained calm and slammed the crystal embedded in the Giant Spirit Shield. The shield surface suddenly lit up with a dazzling light, transforming into a transparent barrier that blocked all the dragon's breath.

"Is that all you have?"

Wang Yuanyuan raised an eyebrow provocatively, gripped the Giant Spirit God Shield tightly with both hands, and took advantage of the gap in the barrier to block the dragon's breath to suddenly charge towards Lu Renjia.

Sensing danger, the earth dragon slammed its front claws into the ground, sending sharp stone spikes bursting out of the soil in an attempt to stop Wang Yuanyuan's advance.

But she was agile, constantly swinging her giant shield in front of her, shattering the stone spikes one by one. As the fragments flew, her speed did not decrease but increased.

"Holy Sword!" Lu Renjia's expression changed. He gripped the knight's greatsword, its blade gleaming with a holy light, and slashed a blade of light towards Wang Yuanyuan.

Fifth-tier knight skills.

The light blade tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek. Wang Yuanyuan's eyes sharpened, and she held the Giant Spirit God Shield horizontally in front of her. The light blade struck the shield, unleashing a violent roar. The powerful impact caused her to take a slight step back, but only half a step.

Before Lu Renjia could launch another attack, Wang Yuanyuan had already closed in, and the Giant Spirit God Shield, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed down hard on the Earth Dragon's head.

The earth dragon hurriedly tilted its head back to dodge, but Wang Yuanyuan took the opportunity to turn the shield around, the edge of the shield as sharp as a knife, and cut a deep bloody gash on the dragon's neck.

"Ouch!!" The earth dragon cried out in pain, frantically shaking its head, trying to shake off Wang Yuanyuan, but she held onto the shield like a nail, and with her other hand gathering spiritual power, she punched the dragon's neck again.

The earth dragon let out a mournful cry and collapsed to the ground, losing its fighting ability.

Lu Renjia fell off the dragon's back, his face pale. He hadn't expected his mount to be so easily defeated by Wang Yuanyuan.

Wang Yuanyuan, holding a giant shield, looked down at him. "How is it?"

Lu Renjia gritted his teeth, and finally looked at his mount, giving up helplessly: "Thank you for showing mercy, I admit defeat."

The opponent was clearly capable of killing his earth dragon, but still showed mercy.

He doesn't need to deceive himself.

"Wang Yuanyuan wins!"

The referee's voice rang out, and the entire priest's trial grounds erupted in an uproar.

No one expected that Wang Yuanyuan would defeat her opponent so decisively in this battle between fifth-tier opponents, demonstrating strength far exceeding everyone's expectations.

"How did I do?" Wang Yuanyuan immediately noticed Feng Yao in the audience and walked over to ask.

“Great!” Feng Yao nodded.

He was serious; her fighting style was already very good.

"Let's go for a walk. These past few days of grueling training have been so boring."

Wang Yuanyuan smiled and pulled Feng Yao outside.

……

As dusk settled, the lights of the Holy City Night Market gradually illuminated the night, and the aroma of barbecue stalls mingled with the glow of magic crystal lamps.

Wang Yuanyuan gripped Feng Yao's sleeve as they walked through the crowd.

"This is the place!"

She suddenly stopped in front of a stall with a sign that read "Flaming Golden Pig". The flames dancing in the glass lampshade made the pig-shaped pattern on the sign come to life.

The stall owner, a burly man with a full beard, saw the two approaching and immediately brandished his flaming fork, laughing, "How many would you like, little warriors?"

Wang Yuanyuan's eyes lit up, "Two of them! And ten spirit rice dumplings too!"

Feng Yao silently took out his money pouch, but Wang Yuanyuan suddenly pressed down on his fingertips.

The girl tilted her head back, the white hair clip in her hair swaying in the firelight: "It's on me this time! I haven't even finished spending the money I got from the competition this morning!"

She proudly shook her money pouch, unaware of the tenderness that flashed in Feng Yao's crimson eyes.

When the golden and crispy roasted meat was served, Wang Yuanyuan tore off a large piece and handed it to Feng Yao's mouth.

The boy's ears turned slightly red. As he opened his mouth to take a bite, the aroma of roasted meat mingled with the faint fragrance of the girl's body.

"Is it good?" Wang Yuanyuan asked, gnawing on a bone, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster.

Feng Yao nodded, a sudden tightness forming in his throat.

Even the everyday moments outside of battle are so touching when I'm with her.

Years of companionship have given him a range of indescribable feelings.

As night deepened, the two, having eaten and drunk their fill, left the stall.

Wang Yuanyuan burped, then suddenly grabbed Feng Yao's hand and pressed it against her bulging belly: "It's all your fault, you insisted I eat so much."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly froze—Feng Yao's palm was unusually warm, as if a small flame was dancing under his skin.

"Why are you shy?" Feng Yao teased, though his ears were already bright red.

This girl really does whatever comes to mind without thinking at all.

"gone back!"

Enraged, Wang Yuanyuan grabbed Feng Yao and ran away.

(End of this chapter)