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

Chapter 9 Fifth-Order Bye, Battle Axe Slam!
Three days later, early in the morning, Wang Yuanyuan pulled Feng Yao to the Holy Alliance Grand Trial Ground.

The Demon Hunter selection competition is held without any spectators.

Because all members of the Demon Hunter team will have to face demons in the future, their information must be kept secret.

Therefore, while ordinary people know that such a grand event exists, they are unaware of the process and timing of its organization.

The entire Great Trial Grounds was built with the six temples in mind; therefore, the six trial grounds within it also belong to the six temples respectively.

Nothing unexpected happened during the two days of competition.

In the Soul Temple, someone summoned the level eight magical beast, the three-headed hellhound, to crush the enemy. Long Haochen from the Knight Temple and Sima Xian from the Priest Temple also began to show their talents.

Of course, you can't encounter them until the battles inside the six great temples are over.

Although the number of people in the Warrior's Temple was extremely large, after two days of elimination, only a quarter remained.

Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan entered the Warrior Trial Grounds directly with their number plates, while Ren Wokuang was in charge on the high platform.

Upon entering the Warrior Trial Grounds, a strong surge of magical energy immediately hits you; this is clearly the protective magic array of the arena.

"Such a rich elemental fluctuation!" Wang Yuanyuan exclaimed.

"This is a ninth-order magic array, strong enough to withstand attacks from a ninth-order expert," Feng Yao said.

The two arrived at the contestant area and took their positions. There were already quite a few people there. The contestants were all dressed in military uniforms and looked so heroic and proud.

Of course, these are all fourth-tier Grand Masters, not on the same level as Wang Yuanyuan and Feng Yao.

The person sitting in the first row is a fifth-tier Battle Venerable, who is also the one who gets a bye.

"Brother Fengyao, why don't you come and sit here?"

The fifth-tier Battle Venerable took the initiative to look at Feng Yao, who was sitting in the back with Wang Yuanyuan.

"Who are you?" Feng Yao looked at the person with a questioning gaze.

Although they were both geniuses from the Warrior Temple, he didn't know any other people his age besides Wang Yuanyuan.

Wang Yuanyuan, who was standing next to him, also looked puzzled.

"Haha, I was presumptuous!" The fifth-tier Battle Venerable laughed heartily, stood up and strode over, "I am Dian Yan, a disciple of the Southern Branch of the Warrior Temple. I have long admired Brother Feng Yao's name, and seeing you today, I can confirm your outstanding demeanor."

As he spoke, he looked Feng Yao up and down without any hesitation, his eyes filled with admiration and fighting spirit.

Feng Yao nodded slightly in response.

He recognized the name; it seemed to be another fifth-tier warrior from the Warrior Temple in the original Demon Hunter Tournament, besides Wang Yuanyuan.

Wang Yuanyuan broke through to the fifth rank after completing seven rounds of the Warrior Temple, but this time it's different.

Under the temple's arrangement, participating fifth-tier professionals will receive a bye in the first two rounds.

Dianyan didn't mind his coldness and squatted down in front of the two of them, her gaze level with Feng Yao's: "I heard that Brother Feng Yao is hailed as a genius that the Warrior Temple has only seen once in a hundred years."

"I am but a lowly fifth-tier Battle Venerable, yet compared to Brother Feng Yao, I am but a firefly before the bright moon. However…"

Dianyan changed the subject, clenching her fist and lightly pounding her chest, "I have the utmost respect for the strong. Today I am fortunate to meet Brother Fengyao and would like to learn a few moves from him. I hope Brother Fengyao will not hesitate to teach me!"

"If you want to fight Feng Yao, you'll have to get past me first..."

Wang Yuanyuan frowned slightly, instinctively about to intervene.

Feng Yao waved his hand calmly, signaling Wang Yuanyuan not to rush, a hint of interest flashing in his crimson eyes: "Since it's the Demon Hunter Team selection competition, there will naturally be plenty of opportunities to spar, but before that..."

Do you know who, besides us, are other competitors worth watching in this tournament?

"Hey."

Dian Yan grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and sat down next to the two of them: "Brother Feng Yao, you've come to the right person!"

The Knights' Temple has four fifth-tier warriors: Yang Wenzhao, Han Yu, Duan Yi, and Lu Renjia, while the Magic Temple has three: Lin Xin, Liao Yu, and Yi Jun… These are all fifth-tier professionals qualified to fight us…”

He spoke at length, while Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan listened attentively, occasionally exchanging glances.

It's clear that this person has a good understanding of intelligence; at least most of the fifth-tier intelligence.

Just then, the flashing numbers on the golden sphere in the sky stopped again. Two enormous numbers shone as halos across the sky.

"Holy crap, we ran into Warrior Number Three! Number Ninety-Eight's in trouble!"

"Yes, the top ten are all fifth rank, and this time our Warrior Temple has a total of three!"

"Let us mourn for them."

Countless contestants in the audience gasped in surprise.

In the preliminary round of the selection competition, the first ten numbers are reserved for participants of level five or above. If there are fewer than ten participants, the spots will be left vacant.

"The second match is between Warrior No. 3 and Warrior No. 98. Both players enter the arena. The player who enters the arena will be judged the loser after ten breaths."

Upon hearing the number, Wang Yuanyuan stood up and walked downstairs. "Feng Yao, I'm going! Go for it!"

"Hmm." Feng Yao nodded with a slight smile on his usually cold face.

Dianyan, standing beside him, was also surprised that the seemingly aloof Feng Yao cared so much about this beautiful woman.

So indifference is definitely reserved for outsiders.

The other contestants around her all turned their attention to the tall and dashing Wang Yuanyuan.

I never expected that one of the three fifth-tier warriors in the Warrior Temple would be a woman. I wonder if her strength matches her number.
"Brother Fengyao, is she your girlfriend?" Dianyan asked curiously.

Feng Yao didn't answer, but instead asked, "Shouldn't you go back now?"

Holy crap, that's so ruthless. They just kicked us out after getting the information.

Upon hearing this, Dian Yan quickly stood up and extended her right hand to Feng Yao: "Brother Feng Yao, I look forward to fighting you!"

Damn it, I'll see if you're qualified to fight me.

Feng Yao instantly understood what the other person meant, reached out and grasped their hand. The moment their palms touched, a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy quietly collided.

After letting go, Dianyan's face turned bright red, while Fengyao calmly turned his head to continue watching the game.

At this moment, Wang Yuanyuan and her opponent were in position. The young man, who looked to be around twenty years old, was a berserker.

It was clear that the other party was quite surprised that Warrior Number Three was actually a woman.

At the same time, the referee, dressed in a white outfit, also entered the field.

Without further ado, after confirming that the two sides were at a sufficient distance, the referee shouted, "The match begins. No one may injure their opponent. A player who concedes or is rendered unable to fight loses."

As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of golden light surged up from around the arena, separating it from the stands.

The moment the golden light shield rose, Berserker Number Ninety-Eight gripped his longsword and unleashed a powerful slash, his hands crackling with flames that seemed to burn the air as he struck.

He knew that the only way to have a chance against a fifth-tier opponent was to catch them off guard.

Wang Yuanyuan neither dodged nor evaded; the Giant Spirit God Shield crashed down to meet the attack head-on. The runes on the shield surface burst forth with dazzling golden light, actually shaking the axe blade upwards.

"So fierce!" Berserker No. 98 exclaimed in shock as he spun around and swept his blade across Wang Yuanyuan, the shadows of which enveloped her like a storm.

Suddenly, the girl crouched down and swept her shield like a giant axe, taking advantage of the gap in the opponent's strength to raise the shield and smash it into the berserker's chest.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Berserker Number Ninety-Eight was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, a clear cracking sound coming from his sternum.

He looked at Wang Yuanyuan in disbelief.

This seemingly delicate girl was able to use such fierce fighting techniques with a shield.

"Admit defeat?"

Wang Yuanyuan flicked her shield, golden light swirling across its surface. "Make a decision quickly!"

As she spoke, she swung her shield like a giant axe, the shield's corners slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, each strike carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Tomahawk dunk!

(End of this chapter)