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

Chapter 26 Semi-final: Defeating Long Haochen in One Move [Please Check In and Urge Updates]

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The person who stopped Saint Moon was none other than Qiu Yonghao, the ninth-rank War God and Lord of the Warrior Temple.

"Qiu Yonghao! How dare you stop me?" Sheng Yue's roar shook the space. The killing intent of the ninth-level hero condensed into a solid black shadow, which collided with Qiu Yonghao's blood energy, which was also solid.

Qiu Yonghao took three steps forward, his heavy sword humming as he slammed it into the ground: "Old ghost Saint, what kind of skill is it to bully juniors? If you've got the guts, come at me!"

The simple and unadorned words were full of domineering power.

Feng Yao is already in the finals, so as an elder, he can't possibly not come.

Moreover, he was well aware of the Assassin's Temple's protective nature, so he had to come this time.

……

Back to the game.

Saint Cher struggled to get up, her eyes still cold.

Feng Yao stood still, his breathing steady, only slightly panting, his crimson eyes filled with a hint of admiration: "To be able to withstand so many of my moves, you are stronger than the others."

But that's the end of it.

After saying that, his aura surged wildly, and gray-white energy accumulated in his hands.

"Flash Spirit Technique!"

The silver-gray fist energy condensed into a tangible tiger head phantom in Feng Yao's palm, with every line flowing through it.

Saint Cher's pupils constricted sharply—the power of this move was far beyond what she could withstand.

She bit her tongue hard, suddenly channeling all the power within her body, transforming into a blood-red afterimage as she tried to dodge.

However, Feng Yao's fist energy followed closely, and the white tiger phantom roared as it tore through the air. Wherever the fist energy reached, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground.

Just as the fist was about to strike Sheng Cai'er, the young man suddenly shifted his wrist, and the wind from the fist grazed her face, creating a ten-zhang-deep ravine in the training ground behind her.

"Why?" Saint Cai'er knelt on one knee, barely managing to steady herself with her dark gold dagger on the ground.

"Warrior's Temple, Feng Yaosheng!" the referee announced.

He was going to make a move, but he held back.

"Why are there so many whys? This is a competition. Why would I kill you?" A hint of boredom flashed in Feng Yao's crimson eyes.

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the edge of the competition area, leaving behind his last words.

"Alright, if you can't even tell whether it's murder or not, then I suggest you go home with your boyfriend."

As Sheng Cai'er watched Feng Yao's departing figure, she recalled the grudges between herself and Feng Yao.

The auditorium instantly erupted.

"Wonderful!"

"But in the end, Feng Yao is still the better one!"

"Yes!"

On the high platform, I chug down strong liquor and laugh loudly: "Good! Kid Feng is really fierce!"

Han Qian and Ying Suifeng's faces were full of bitterness.

The former was worried about the genius of their own temple, while the latter was mourning the loss of the chance to be in the top four of this year's Assassin Temple.

Inside the space, seeing that the match was over, Sheng Yue snorted coldly and left without further entanglement with Qiu Yonghao.

"Hehe." Qiu Yonghao then left the space and quietly sat down next to Feng Yao.

"Not bad, kid."

Familiar laughter reached Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan's ears.

"Grandpa Qiu (Old Man Qiu)." Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan turned their heads and saw the person who came, and called out in unison.

"Hey kid, you're still as rude as ever," Qiu Yonghao said irritably.

Feng Yao scoffed, "What are you doing here?"

"Just helping some heartless person take the blame," Qiu Yonghao said casually.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yao frowned. "Provide more details."

"Leave these things to the elders; you young people should do what young people do." Qiu Yonghao shook his head and then left.

He didn't want any rifts to appear in the Temple Alliance, even though the Assassin Temple's protectiveness was quite annoying.

But it ultimately failed, especially since that old geezer Yang Haohan was also there.

"He's rambling on and on." Feng Yao was speechless.

Wang Yuanyuan was also confused.

However, the two of them have similar personalities; they avoid using their brains whenever possible.

…………

the next day.

It's still the Knights' Trial Grounds. After more than half a month of competition, today marks the semi-finals.

When Wang Yuanyuan dragged Feng Yao into the competition venue, the entire place fell silent.

The semifinals are a stage for warriors and knights unlike anything ever seen before.

It's also a battle of geniuses between the two great temples; who will gain the upper hand will be decided in the semi-finals.

Feng Yao remained perfectly calm, as if the upcoming battle was nothing more than an ordinary one.

Han Qian, Ying Suifeng, and the other six deputy hall masters returned to the center of the venue.

Although the deputy temple masters of the other four temples were not in a good mood, they were actually more relaxed at this moment.

After all, the contestants from their respective temples had already been eliminated.

Han Qian's facial expression was somewhat tense, while Ren Wokuang looked completely indifferent.

The aura calmly separated the six vice hall masters from the four contestants who had entered the semi-finals.

Han Qian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "The drawing of lots shall begin."

The lights and shadows shimmered, and the draw was over.

When everyone saw the draw results, they couldn't help but gasp. "Old Han, your luck is still so bad!" Ren Wokuang laughed heartily.

That's right, the competition rankings are Feng Yao vs. Long Haochen, and Wang Yuanyuan vs. Yang Wenzhao.

Absolutely superior to the Warrior Temple!
Han Qian's eyes glazed over; this put them at a significant disadvantage against the Knights' Temple.

"The draw is over. Feng Yao will face Long Haochen, and Wang Yuanyuan will face Yang Wenzhao. In the first match, Feng Yao will face Long Haochen. You two will stay on the field to prepare for the match."

None of the other deputy hall masters raised any objections, and Han Qian announced the results of the draw.

After the players left the field, the referee instructed the two sides to create some distance between them before giving a loud shout.

"Game start!"

"Let's settle this in one move," Feng Yao said, seemingly to himself.

He didn't want to waste any more time. He had already fought all the opponents he was supposed to fight before, so he would just have to be serious in this last match.

"it is good."

After saying that, Long Haochen summoned his mount companion and entered riding mode, with various buffs stacking up.

If we fight him normally, we're bound to lose, so we might as well fight back with all our might.

The next moment, they rushed towards Feng Yao like shooting stars, their twin swords gleaming.

However, Feng Yao stood motionless, his crimson eyes filled with calmness and confidence, and the gray-white aura around him was already boiling.

A gigantic white tiger phantom materialized behind him, roaring to the sky, causing the air to tremble.

When Long Haochen's holy sword was only half a foot away from Feng Yao, Feng Yao finally moved.

He flashed, moving so fast that it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye; even the three-headed Haoyue couldn't detect him.

The next second, he appeared beside Long Haochen, his right hand forming a palm, and gently patted him.

The seemingly gentle palm strike contained earth-shattering power. Long Haochen was struck as if by lightning, and his entire body was sent flying backward. His weapon flew out of his hand, drawing an arc in the air before crashing heavily into the edge of the arena.

Long Haochen struggled to get up, but found that his limbs seemed to have lost their strength, and every muscle was trembling.

Feng Yao walked slowly to him, looking down at him with no contempt in his crimson eyes, only a hint of regret.

"Your talent and hard work deserve recognition, but the gap between us cannot be bridged in a short time."

"Keep it up, maybe you'll be qualified to fight me someday."

Having said that, Feng Yao slowly withdrew his stance and stood with his hands behind his back.

"I concede," Long Haochen said.

Although he was unwilling to accept defeat, his sense of chivalry made him willing to accept the loss.

"Warrior's Temple, Wind Radiance!"

At this moment, Long Haochen's eyes were filled with helplessness and stubbornness. He had never imagined that the gap between himself and Feng Yao was so huge.

With just one move, the suffocating feeling, like being coiled by a python, had already enveloped his mind.

The entire arena fell silent, everyone stunned by Feng Yao's terrifying strength.

On the high platform, the high-ranking officials of the six major temples were also dumbfounded.

"Is that a skill similar to building up momentum?!"

"And you all felt it just now, didn't you? That was a spiritual aperture!"

"Is this kid only showing his true strength now?!"

"That's probably the case. He didn't use any sixth-tier power before."

The four of them were talking amongst themselves, while Ren Wokuang happily drank his wine. No matter what anyone asked, he would answer: Feng Yao is my disciple.

Han Qian was pale and slumped in her chair.

He knew that the Knights' Temple had truly encountered an insurmountable obstacle in this generation.

"Oh, we won!"

Wang Yuanyuan cheered, her eyes filled with admiration and pride.

"Alright, get ready to go on stage, don't lose!" Feng Yao walked to Wang Yuanyuan's side and gently ruffled her hair.

Wang Yuanyuan had already taken out the Giant Spirit Shield, stood up, and placed it horizontally on his back, saying confidently, "Don't worry, we can't lose!"

At this moment, the referee shouted from the center of the playing field:

"The second match of the semifinals, Wang Yuanyuan vs. Yang Wenzhao, are you ready?"

Yang Wenzhao said in a deep voice, "Preparation complete."

With a thud, Wang Yuanyuan landed with the Giant Spirit God's Shield, making a dull thud that shook the surrounding yellow earth.

"Game start!"

After the referee announced the decision, he stepped back.

Both were fully armed; one was in riding mode, and the other had three gems embedded in it.

"Watch out, Miss Yuan Yuan!"

Yang Wenzhao squeezed the Starry Unicorn between his legs, and the silver-white mount neighed, its hooves whipping up the wind as it sped towards Wang Yuanyuan like an arrow released from a bow.

The two swords in his hands gleamed with a dazzling light, their tips pointing directly at Wang Yuanyuan's heart. A holy halo surrounded the swords, leaving scorched marks on the ground wherever they passed.

"Come!"

Wang Yuanyuan showed no fear, gripping the Giant Spirit God's Shield tightly with both hands, the crystals on the shield bursting forth with dazzling light.

She gave a low shout, pushed off the ground with both feet, and charged towards Yang Wenzhao like a cannonball.

Just before they were about to collide, Wang Yuanyuan swept out the Giant Spirit God's Shield, creating a whistling sound.

"when!"

The twin swords clashed heavily with the shield of the giant spirit, unleashing a deafening sound. The powerful impact radiated outwards from the two of them, creating a visible shockwave.

The Starry Unicorn was forced to retreat by the force, its front hooves raised high as it let out a mournful cry.

Yang Wenzhao's face also turned pale, and his arms holding the two swords trembled slightly, almost causing him to fall off his mount.

That's incredible strength! Even a level six magical beast couldn't match that!

(End of this chapter)