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

Chapter 21: Disarming, You're Qualified to Be My Comrade-in-Arms [Please Check In and Urge Updates]

Seemingly sensing the other party's embarrassment, Feng Yao slowly removed his armor.

"In that case, I will not use this equipment and fight a fair fight."

With his Brilliant-level weaponry, a single punch was enough to shatter the shield in his opponent's hand; he didn't like bullying people.

Long Haochen was slightly taken aback by his words, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "Swords have no eyes, you should put on your armor."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yao simply shook his head slightly, a hint of indifference flashing in his crimson eyes.

"Don't worry about me, you should worry about yourself."

Before he finished speaking, his aura suddenly changed. His muscles bulged like a lurking beast under his black outfit, with wisps of grayish-white flames swirling around them.

Upon seeing this, Long Haochen's expression instantly turned serious.

He gripped the fine iron shield tightly in his left hand and raised the flaming sword in his right, its holy light swirling around him.

"Then I am offended!"

With a low shout, Long Haochen suddenly exerted force with his feet and charged towards Feng Yao first. He held up a fine iron shield in front of him and pointed his sword tip directly at Feng Yao's throat. His speed was so fast that it brought with it a series of whooshing sounds.

Feng Yao stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding. When Long Haochen's sword tip was only three inches away from his throat, he suddenly raised his hand and clamped the sword between his two fingers like lightning.

Long Haochen's pupils contracted sharply. He tried to draw his sword to defend himself, but found that the sword was firmly held by Feng Yao and wouldn't budge.

The force was terrifying; even after being enhanced, it was still less than one-tenth of its original strength.

Feng Yao's lips curled into a smile: "Too slow."

As he spoke, he made a fist with his other hand and thrust it straight at Long Haochen's face.

Long Haochen hurriedly discarded his sword and raised his fine iron shield to parry.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Feng Yao's fist slammed heavily onto the shield. The powerful impact made Long Haochen's arms go numb, and his feet dragged two half-foot-deep tracks into the ground.

However, Feng Yao's offensive did not stop there. His fists were like a storm, pounding on the shield again and again, each collision producing a thunderous sound.

Under this offensive, Long Haochen dared not use his shield to block the impact, because that would cause both sides to bear the force, while Feng Yao obviously still had some strength left.

In just a few seconds, the iron shield deformed and twisted, looking as if it was about to shatter at any moment.

"Bang!!!"

"If you don't summon that lizard soon, you're going to lose."

Feng Yao's calm and cold voice rang out along with the sound of the shield shattering.

Sensing a hint of danger, Long Haochen quickly retreated dozens of meters, and a heavy iron sword reappeared in his hand.

The sun is slashing!
A burst of fire shot out from the sword in an instant, and at the same time, Long Haochen thrust the sword forward.

A burst of fire tore through the air like a meteor as Long Haochen's heavy iron sword thrust forward.

Feng Yao narrowed his red eyes, and instead of retreating, he advanced. The moment he bent his left elbow to block, the gray-white flames suddenly surged. The firelight struck his elbow and burst into dazzling sparks, but it didn't even leave a trace.

However, when the light faded, Feng Yao discovered that Long Haochen's thrust was actually aimed at the location of the fire sword.

"Interesting," Feng Yao murmured, but his movements didn't stop; he used the momentum to throw out his right fist.

Long Haochen quickly parried with his sword. The two greatswords barely withstood the attack with the blessing of the angels. The force of the punch grazed his shoulder armor and plowed three deep furrows, each over ten feet deep, into the ground of the training ground behind him.

Gasps of shock came from the audience.

"It's still terrifyingly fierce."

"Even without armor, he is a sixth-level Battle Master, and his external spiritual power is probably several hundred."

"Definitely, judging from how easily he caught the Radiant Sun Slash just now."

……

Back in battle, Long Haochen unleashed the power of his two heavy swords simultaneously, sending dozens of sword lights hurtling towards Feng Yao with unparalleled ferocity.

Pure white blade, lightning strike.

Facing this barrage of attacks, Feng Yao remained fearless, his fists raining down like a storm. He forced the attacker back with his final punch, then rose and unleashed a sweeping kick.

"Take my leg!"

A cold, sharp voice accompanied a swift, sweeping kick.

The powerful gust of wind generated by the whip kick tore through the air like a knife. Long Haochen felt a sudden heaviness in his chest and was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

The heavy iron sword flew out of his hand, carving a furrow more than ten feet deep in the ground. His back slammed against the magic barrier at the edge of the training ground with a dull thud, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat.

"Cough," Long Haochen struggled to kneel on one knee.

"We can't beat them, we simply can't beat them."

"Damn it, I thought it was a matter of skill level, but with this kind of unarmed skill, I'm going to lose."

"Yes."

The murmurs from the audience grew louder, and the assassins felt inferior.

The magical barrier of the trial grounds was rippling at this moment, and a three-headed lizard monster had somehow darted in front of Long Haochen.

It was the bright moon.

Feng Yao's crimson eyes swept over the suddenly appearing three-headed lizard, and a cold, sharp smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Did you give it your all? Too bad you're too weak."

The moment the monster exhaled its first breath of dragon fire, Feng Yao's figure flashed like a ghost to the left side of its head and flicked his finger.

"Awooo!" Haoyue let out a painful roar as the other two heads simultaneously bit into Fengyao.

But the boy had already closed in on Long Haochen. The moment the other raised his sword to block, the boy's palm touched the blade of the heavy iron sword and trembled violently.

With a "crack" sound, the heavy sword broke off at the spine. Long Haochen felt an immense force surge into his wrist, and the bones in his entire arm groaned.

"ended."

As soon as Feng Yao's voice rang in his ears, Long Haochen was already being lifted off the ground by the back of his neck.

The three-headed lizard monster thrashed its tail wildly, but was slammed into the barrier by the palm strike from Feng Yao's backhand, and golden blood flowed from all three heads at the same time.

"Shall we continue?" Feng Yao hovered Long Haochen in mid-air, his crimson eyes showing no killing intent, only the indifference of someone scrutinizing their prey.

The young knight could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in the hand on his neck. If the other party exerted even a little force, he would shatter like that fine iron sword.

The audience fell into complete silence, followed by a heated discussion.

"This is the real face."

"He was too fierce. I originally thought he was going to go easy on me."

"But the results told us that the other side just didn't want the battle to end so easily."

"If you run into him, you might as well just admit defeat. At least you won't get beaten up."

"Heh, then you'd better be qualified to be beaten."

"Right."

From Chen Ying'er in the beginning to Long Haochen now, they have roughly figured out that Feng Yao only plays against players with strength and talent.

It's so weak that even getting Feng Yao to take action is difficult for him.

Long Haochen struggled to lift his head. "I admit defeat."

He could sense that the other party had deliberately restrained his strength; if that palm strike had landed squarely, his internal organs would probably have been shattered.

Feng Yao gently put him down. "You're not bad. You might be able to be my comrade-in-arms in the future. Keep getting stronger."

He was serious. Long Haochen's talent and strength were both good, and with a little training, he would be no weaker than Yuan Yuan.

"Warrior Temple Wind Radiance wins!" the referee announced.

(End of this chapter)