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

Chapter 24 The Glory of Knights, the Pride of Warriors [Please check in and urge for more updates]

Wang Yuanyuan rushed back to the front row of her seats like a whirlwind. Her hair was disheveled, her forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and her eyes sparkled with a bright light.

"Feng Yao! Feng Yao!" She opened her arms wide from afar and called out to Feng Yao, her voice full of joy.

With a helpless expression, Feng Yao immediately stood up and hugged Wang Yuanyuan, who rushed towards him.

The girl carried a faint scent of sweat, mixed with a unique, refreshing fragrance that wafted towards you.

Wang Yuanyuan wrapped her arms tightly around Feng Yao's neck, buried her face in his shoulder, and said excitedly, "I won! I knew I could do it! In that match just now, I completely overwhelmed my opponent!"

Her voice was filled with undisguised pride, and her tone carried a hint of coquettishness.

Feng Yao was knocked back half a step by her, but he subconsciously reached out and put his arm around Wang Yuanyuan's waist to steady himself.

His crimson eyes held a hint of tenderness as he reached out and gently ruffled Wang Yuanyuan's messy hair. "You did a great job."

The surrounding contestants cast envious and smiling glances at him.

"The Temple of Warriors is going to sweep the top two spots!" someone joked.

"If nothing unexpected happens, Feng Yao, a sixth-tier Battle Master, is invincible!"

"It's hard to say. The one from the Assassin's Temple is no simple character either."

"However, putting everything else aside, this young couple is even sweeter than Long Haochen's couple."

"Yes, they're being all lovey-dovey in public."

Amid the murmurs, Wang Yuanyuan finally noticed the gazes around her. Her pretty face flushed slightly, but instead of getting out of Feng Yao's arms, she hugged him even tighter, as if declaring her ownership.

Feng Yao felt the girl's movements in his arms, and his smile deepened.

At this moment, the third match begins, with Knight Temple's Yang Wenzhao facing off against Knight Temple's Duan Yi.

Neither side relaxed for a moment, immediately summoning their equipment and mounts.

They are the Starry Unicorn and the Golden Horned Mammoth.

Upon entering riding mode, Yang Wenzhao took the initiative and unleashed a cross slash.

Duan Yi, on the other hand, neither dodged nor avoided the attack, but instead faced it head-on and continued to attack.

This move naturally put the golden-horned mammoth on the ground at a disadvantage, albeit only by a slight margin.

But Duan Yi conceded defeat and performed a standard Guardian Knight salute.

"For the glory of the knights."

This shout resonated with everyone present, who were deeply moved.

Sensing the other party's seriousness, Yang Wenzhao immediately returned a salute of a punitive knight.

On the podium, Han Qian nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction on his face.

The other temple masters remained silent.

Their eyes were filled with undisguised envy.

Yang Wenzhao and Duan Yi, one under the sky and the other on the earth, their brilliance seemed to show everyone their future.

In addition, there was the even younger Long Haochen.

These three individuals will undoubtedly become the backbone of the Knights' Temple in the future.

At least in their generation, the Knights Temple's position remains unshakable, but whether they can retain their top spot is another matter.

After all, Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan of the Warrior Temple are not simple characters either.

"I'm going."

"Ah."

Feng Yao gently placed Wang Yuanyuan in his arms on the spot, then stepped into the competition area.

In the quarterfinals, the final match was between Feng Yao and Sheng Cai'er.

"Assassin Temple Cai'er versus Warrior Temple Feng Yao."

The four pillars slowly rose, and the referee spoke again after they were fully revealed.

"Game start!"

Before the referee finished speaking, Sheng Cai'er's figure shot out like an arrow, her dark gold dagger gleaming coldly. Feng Yao neither dodged nor avoided, his right fist clenched tightly, and his gray-white aura surged instantly, like a white tiger poised to pounce.

The two naturally intended to continue their battle from the previous encounter at the Knights' Temple's accommodations for the participants.

In that battle, Feng Yao wasn't satisfied, and Sheng Cai'er was unwilling to give up. "Boom!"

The moment the dark gold dagger collided with the fist.

A wave of energy emanated from the two people and spread outwards, instantly covering the surfaces of the four stone pillars with cracks.

"These two are amazing!"

"In close combat of this level, it feels like once you get involved, you're guaranteed to lose!"

"The strength of these two is truly unimaginable!"

The audience was shocked by the two men's incredible strength.

"Can you stop it?" Yang Wenzhao looked at Duan Yi with surprise.

He is not a guardian knight; his defensive capabilities are far less than his offensive capabilities.

"No way," Duan Yi said with a wry smile.

……

"Cai'er!" Long Haochen stood up nervously.

Having experienced Feng Yao's power firsthand, he knew that Cai'er would inevitably get hurt if she didn't admit defeat, but he was still very worried.

Saint Cai'er's hands went numb from the force, and she staggered back three steps, while Feng Yao only swayed slightly, his fighting spirit intensifying in his crimson eyes.

"Again!" Sheng Cai'er shouted, her figure disappearing again, only to reappear above Feng Yao's head the next second, her dark gold dagger stabbing down fiercely from above.

Feng Yao tilted his head back, his left hand forming a claw, precisely grasping the dark gold dagger, and pulled hard.

Using the momentum, Sheng Cai'er flipped over and swept her legs like steel whips towards Feng Yao's neck.

Feng Yao bent his arm to block, the sound of metal clashing was ear-piercing, and he swung his right fist straight at Sheng Cai'er's face.

Saint Cai'er dodged to the side, her dark gold dagger snaking towards Feng Yao's vital ribs like a serpent.

Feng Yao snorted coldly, his muscles tensing instantly as he withstood the blow. At the same time, he grabbed Sheng Cai'er's wrist and flung her away.

Saint Cheryl did a somersault in the air and landed steadily, her toes leaving two marks on the ground.

"Your attack wasn't fierce enough." Feng Yao said, his aura rising again, and with each step he took, the ground sank a little deeper.

Saint Cai'er's eyes narrowed, and she held nothing back. Her killing intent surged, and her spiritual power began to flow. Her speed and strength both increased to a new level.

Feng Yao felt a blur before his eyes, and the assassin's figure appeared in three different locations, each holding a dark gold dagger that gleamed with a cold light.

"An assassin's method, huh? Too bad it's useless against me." Feng Yao's true form was clearly visible through his goggles.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, his right fist, wrapped in the phantom of a white tiger, slamming towards the clone directly in front of him.

Feng Yao was locked in combat with three figures, his fists clashing repeatedly with the dark gold dagger, sparks flying everywhere.

Multiple attacks rained down in an instant, with Saint Cai'er continuously unleashing secret techniques such as Thousand Strikes Spirit Furnace and Overlord's Thorn.

However, Feng Yao, with his powerful strength and physical strength, firmly held the upper hand, and each of his attacks carried the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

Meanwhile, Sheng Cai'er used her exquisite movements to dodge the attacks, constantly searching for Feng Yao's weaknesses, attempting to kill him with a single blow.

However, Feng Yao gave him no chance, unleashing a sweeping kick that sent a gust of wind as sharp as a blade.

Saint Cai'er raised her dark gold dagger to block, but the enormous impact forced her to kneel on one knee, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

But she did not back down at all. Suddenly, the dark gold dagger pierced the ground, using the force to leap into the air, and stabbed Feng Yao in the back at a tricky angle.

Feng Yao sensed the danger behind him and turned around to deliver a punch.

This punch contained seventy percent of his power, and the grayish-white flames transformed into a white tiger phantom that roared out.

Saint Cai'er's expression changed, and she swung her dark gold dagger with all her might to defend herself.

With a loud "bang!", Sheng Cai'er was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a stone pillar, which then collapsed.

Long Haochen, sitting in the front row of the audience, felt a pang of sympathy.

On the high platform, Ying Suifeng suddenly tightened his fingers, his knuckles turning blue and white.

Behind him, in the space, was another figure, furious beyond measure—none other than Saint Moon, the Lord of the Assassin Temple.

But before Saint Moon could act, she was stopped by another person.

"The pride of our Warrior Temple cannot be bullied by you!"

(End of this chapter)