Warrior's Promise

Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio

The Roaring Sky Wolf Tribe members were furious. Su Mo was too vicious. Mo Lang would not be able to participate in the subsequent rounds of the fight meet.

However, they couldn’t say anything either. Afterall, it was within the rules as long as one did not murder their opponent.

“You Lang, you know what to do in the next round, right?”

Among the Roaring Sky Wolf Tribe, Sage-to-be Sen Lang, the leader of the tribe said towards the silver bodied You Lang beside him.

“Rest assure, tribe elder. I will defeat Su Mo and even have him suffer a crushing defeat!” You Lang growled. He had to defeat Su Mo and take revenge for Mo Lang, as well as regain the honour of the Roaring Sky Wolf Tribe.

After all, a top genius of the tribe being defeated instantly by Su Mo was an embarrassment for the tribe.

“Mm!” Sage-to-be Sen Lang nodded his head.

At that point, Su Mo and Mo Lang’s battle had already ended and the challenges on the fighting ring continued.

However, the entire fighting ground was still chaotic as numerous people were discussing Su Mo’s strength and identity.

Su Mo’s display of strength was simply too shocking and many people were unable to believe what they saw.

However, even though Su Mo was strong, he seemed to have relied on some weird abilities. His real cultivation strength had yet to be displayed.

In the fighting ring.

Su Mo quietly observed the fights, although he felt many people’s eyes on him.

The stares were from some Sun Moon tribe members, the six superpowers men and even the disicples of the True Path Sect.

Lu Gang, Lin Huang, Tang Gu and other sect disciples all wore confused looks. They had not imagined that the sect would regain its honour from a Rank 8 Martial Emperor after the shameful ordeal earlier.

Su Mo stood upright as Feng Guang’s buzzing voice rang in his ear.

“Su Mo, how did you manage to defeat Mo Lang? Was that purple gaze a Fighting Soul? What kind of Fighting Soul was it? It was so mysterious!” Feng Guang’s eyes flashed brilliantly as he wore a curious look on his face. Saliva sprayed from his mouth like a fountain as he asked question after question.

“Elder Feng, you have so many questions, how am I supposed to answer all of them?” Su Mo asked.

“Hehe, then just tell me. What was that purple colored haze?” Elder Feng laughed. He really was curious and at the same time, he quietly pondered to himself. No wonder Saint Zhen Xian and Su Mo were close. Su Mo was a godly talent. It seems that Saint Zhen Xian thought highly of Su Mo’s talents.

“It is the Dream Realm Fighting Soul!” Su Mo revealed, not hiding anything from the elder.

“Dream Realm Fighting Soul?”

Not only did Feng Guang hear Su Mo’s explanation, the sect elders and disciples near them heard too. They wondered what kind of a Fighting Soul that was. Was it related to dreams?

“What kind of abilities does the Dream Realm Fighting Soul have?” Feng Guang widened both his eyes and, like a curious baby, he continued to probe.

“Elder Feng, I will explain it to you after the fight meet!” Su Mo shook his head as he didn’t want to continue conversing with Feng Guang over this matter.

“Alright, we will talk about it when we get back!” Feng Guang helplessly nodded his head.

At that moment, a godly talent had stepped up into the fighting ring. He was Zhao Jianhao of the Imperial Sword Faction.

A large, black-colored sword was carried on Zhao Jianhao’s back. Wearing a silk robe, Zhao Jianhao appeared refined and handsome, even comparable to Yang Tiancheng. However, his aura was completely different from Yang Tiancheng as he gave off some invisible radiance.

His opponent was Ling Hua from the Shining Spiritual Tribe. Although Ling Hua’s strength was inferior to Ling Feng, he was also a top genius among the Shining Spiritual Tribe.

Ling Hua was skinny and short. No taller than 4 feet, he appeared to be like a 10 year old child.

In the fighting ring.

Zhao Jianhao carried his long sword and stood opposite to Ling Hua, appearing completely calm and confident.

“Zhao Jianhao, show me the abilities of your Natal Spiritual Swordplay!” Ling Hua’s face was completely serious. Although Ling Hua was strong, and he had a wide variety of methods up his sleeve, he was not going to underestimate Zhao Jianhao.

“You have no right see my swordplay!” Zhao Jianhao calmly replied.

“Is that so? Then who does have the right?” Ling Hua’s eyes squinted into two lines. Zhao Jianhao really was so arrogant in saying that Ling Hua didn’t even have the right to witness his swordplay.

“Aside from Ling Feng, Yan Lantian, Yang Tiancheng, You Lang, Lei Yunhao, these five people, no one else amongst the seven superpowers has the right to make me use my swordplay!” Zhao Jianhao’s eyes dazzled brilliantly with confidence.

This was the confidence of gifted geniuses. An unrivalled confidence.

The spectators watching the scene nodded their heads. Zhao Jianhao was strong indeed. Among the seven superpowers, there seemed to be no one else aside from the five he mentioned that could rival him.

Su Mo was strong and his methods were mysterious. However, Su Mo’s real strength would probably be lower than Zhao Jianhao and the other gifted geniuses.

After all, Su Mo was only a Rank 8 Martial Emperor.

“Arrogant!” Ling Hua coldly scoffed, then his body suddenly flashed and disappeared. In an instant, he appeared behind Zhao Jianhao.

Shoosh!

A cold flash of light passed by as a Ling Hua held a short spear in his hands to pierce through the sky. The tip of the spear quickly closed down on Zhao Jianhao’s back.

“So fast!” Su Mo’s heart jumped. The speed of Ling Hua’s movements and attacks were much higher than the other members of the Shining Spiritual Tribe.

Just as the short spear was about to pierce through Zhao Jianhao’s back, his face darkened slightly and he instantly pulled away from the spear.

In the next instant.

Screech!

The buzz of a sword filled the air as a dazzling sword radiance shot up into the sky. Zhao Jianhao was about to attack.

The speed of this attack was unimaginable. With only a cold flash of light, space was instantly torn apart as a brilliant sword radiance shone.

“Not good!” Ling Hua’s face instantly changed and he immediately tried to dodge. With a screech, his body flashed and appeared a few hundred meters away.

After dodging the direct blow of Zhao Jianhao’s sword, Ling Hua lowered his head to check his shoulder only to find a shallow sword wound on his shoulder that revealed fresh blood.

He had ultimately been hit by the sword radiance.

As he recalled Zhao Jianhao’s strike previously, a gloomy expression appeared on his face. A very fast attack! Its power was also very high.

“What a terrifying attack!”

“That was so fast!”

“I couldn’t even see how Zhan Jianhao struck!”

“As expected of a genius swordsman!”

The crowd was shocked and also in awe. Did Zhao JIanhao finally display his real strength in the blow just now? Furthermore, that was just a normal strike. How strong would his swordplay be?

Su Mo was also shocked. Compared to Zhao Jianhoa, his mastery of swordplay was far too low.

To him, the sword was just a weapon. Yet, to an expert swordman, it was a way of cultivation.

Zhao Jianhao’s mastery of the sword was really extraordinary. Su Mo was curious as to how strong Zhao Jianhao’s Natal Spiritual Swordplay would be. He could challenge Zhao Jianhao later to get a feel for it.

On the fighting ring, sharp sword forces shot up from Zhao Jianhao’s sword after the first blow.

“Your quick dodging is useless against me!”

Zhao Jianhao’s eyes were menacing as he made a declaration to Ling Hua. Then, Zhao Jianhao attacked again. With a wave of his arm, the long sword once again pierced through the air.