Chapter 1615 – Winning Both Battles
Prajna placed his palms together and bowed. There was a calm and warm look in his eyes, “Flower Thorn Tribe Leader and everyone else, please swear on your own totems and the Holy Land. My teacher, Great Shaman Mengshan, will be the witness for this vow.”
Flower Thorn sighed deeply and said, “Alright!”
She, Black PaG.o.da Tribe Leader, Heavy Mountain Tribe Leader, and Long River Tribe Leader made their vows simultaneously.
Prajna sensed that the vows had been made and he turned to leave.
Qin Yu did not turn around. “White Iris, Leftover Dog.”
A horse carriage behind him was pushed open from the inside. White Iris had a cold look in her eyes and was wrapped entirely in a white robe. She walked forward.
At the same time, at a location away from the battlefield, the pale-faced disciple of the Li Family carrying his long sword coughed as he appeared.
Flower Thorn’s eyes flashed and she suddenly said in a loud voice, “Marquis Chongwu, the rules from the barbarian tribes say that the winner is determined if anyone wins two out of three rounds.”
Qin Yu glanced at her, “There is no need for that. As long as you are able to defeat either of my two subordinates, it will be considered your win.”
White Iris stepped forward and gave a strange bow. Her eyes were calm.
On the other hand, Leftover Dog laughed bitterly and he looked at Marquis Chongwu, “I am considered a cripple now. Marquis seems to be very confident in me. Aren’t you afraid of losing?”
Qin Yu calmly replied, “If you lose, you die.”
Leftover Dog frowned slightly and muttered to himself, “It seems that I will have to give my life this time.”
The first person to represent the four allied tribes was the barbarian who Qin Yu pointed out.
He looked mostly like an ordinary barbarian, except he was considered skinny for a barbarian. However, since the four Tribe Leaders were willing to make him step forward, they must be confident in his skills.
Qin Yu narrowed his eyes, “Spare him.”
White Iris nodded and stepped forward. Her white robe floated in the wind and she showed off her curvy figure. There was instantly laughter among the barbarians and greedy eyes landed on her chest.
Her steps were stable and she did not waste any movements. However, her eyes grew more and more cold and it felt like she could turn the entire world to ice.
The young barbarian opposite her could instantly feel the pressure. He frowned and suddenly stomped down…the first mover advantage!
Boom –
The ground shook violently and cracked apart, revealing a giant stone puppet. Having been summoned, it threw its head towards the sky and roared loudly. There was a thick blood color in the stone puppet’s eyes and it lifted its foot and stomped onto the ground heavily.
White Iris’ head was tilted up and she stopped moving. Strong winds slammed at her and made her white robe plaster against her curvy figure.
Above them, the skies were getting darker. The stone puppet’s ma.s.sive foot had blocked the entire sky.
Shoosh –
A sword flash suddenly appeared. It was like a rainbow that pierced and slashed through the s.p.a.ce and it sliced through the stone puppet.
White Iris turned to leave. Behind her, the giant stone puppet’s body had been sliced into two. The cut was so clean and smooth, it looked like a mirror!
The stone puppet fell to the ground and broke apart to form large rocks. The young barbarian who had summoned the stone puppet frowned and slowly said, “That’s a good sword technique.”
A trickle of blood appeared in the middle of his forehead. Then, like the stone puppet, his body split into two and his inner organs spilled to the ground in a pool of blood. It was a grotesque sight!
“Marquis, my sword only kills and I am unable to preserve his life. I hope you will understand.” White Iris did not turn around. She bowed respectfully, understanding the current situation.
Qin Yu glanced at her and calmly stated, “I will not blame you since you won a round for me. However, the lady may not be that understanding.”
White Iris started to s.h.i.+ver.
Qin Yu waved his hand, not giving her another chance to speak.
With a sigh, White Iris turned and returned to the carriage.
At this point, her body was still very elegant and men who stared at her would want to gobble her up. However, no one dared to show any greed in their eyes right now. Instead, they were filled with fear and respect.
The four Tribe Leaders were utterly shocked and there was anger in their eyes. They never expected that a servant lady under Marquis Chongwu would have such terrifying cultivation. That sword had been very powerful and they were not even sure whether they themselves would be able to take it.
The pitiful third generation disciple of the Li Family was now living a dog’s life. He sighed, “If the jade was taken out first, what should I do?”
He looked at Qin Yu with an accusing look.
Qin Yu ignored him and repeated his words, “If you lose, you die.”
Leftover Dog sighed, “Can’t you change your way of speaking? Die here and die there, it is so misfortunate.”
He shook his head and stepped forward. His pale face was filled with helplessness and he said, “Can you send a weak person out? If he voluntarily takes my sword strike and loses, I will owe him a big favor to be repaid in the future!”
Since White Iris attacked before him, no one dared to look down on this sickly person who appeared like he was half dead.
The Black PaG.o.da Tribe Leader sighed deeply and gritted his teeth, “I will battle myself!”
Flower Thorn’s eyes narrowed but she did not oppose him, “He is heavily injured and he can only throw out one strike at best. Be careful and don’t lose your life.”
The Black PaG.o.da Tribe Leader licked his lips, “Don’t worry.” He stepped forward. With every step he took, the aura around his body grew stronger.
‘Crack crack.’ The bones in his body cracked continuously and his body grew bigger. The flesh and blood on the surface of his skin took on a s.h.i.+ny black color.
He laughed in a wild manner as he took a step forward, “Little white boy, let me see how fast your sword is!”
Leftover Dog muttered to himself, “Little white boy…in my hometown, this can be considered a compliment for someone.” As he spoke, his feet s.h.i.+fted beneath him and he looked like a light feather that slid around.
In the next instant, the area where Leftover Dog’s foot was cracked apart and the earth turned to dust. Violent forces burst forth.
The Black PaG.o.da Tribe Leader smirked and he said, “Aren’t the swordsmen of the Desolate Area meant to be good at killing people? Why do you only know how to run! It seems like little white boy is just a little white boy. All looks but no power. Are you someone who a.s.sa.s.sinates your target when they are in bed?”
Leftover Dog was expressionless but his face was starting to grow more pale. His body flashed and he darted around to avoid attacks. His opponent threw punches out continuously, shattering the ground. However, Leftover Dog could only maintain a distance and dodge the attacks.
Flower Thorn was right with one point. He was not in a good state and he could only make two sword strikes at the most. However, Leftover Dog knew that he could only actually unleash one attack. If he made a second move, he would die immediately. As such, he was waiting for the opponent to reveal a loophole. That was the only way he could defeat his opponent with a sword strike that could take his life.
The Black PaG.o.da Tribe Leader cursed non-stop and he looked extremely furious. However, deep within his eyes was an icy cold aura.
The sickly little white boy was waiting for his opportunity to strike and the Black PaG.o.da Tribe Leader could sense this in the battle. This was because he could feel a threatening aura from the boy.
It was not strong but it was enough to make him feel suffocated. It felt like an ice blade that was as thin as a cicada wing. It was as fast as lightning and it could tear through his skin and take his life.
The Black PaG.o.da Tribe Leader could not help frowning. His defense was in its strongest state now but he needed a lot of energy to sustain it.
The little white boy in front of him looked like he was gasping for air and would die at any moment. However, he did not slip and he avoided danger the whole time.
If this continued, before the Black PaG.o.da Tribe Leader could kill the boy in a single blow, he would deplete all his energy and have to sacrifice his defense.
Another three blows came as fast as lightning. However, Leftover Dog seemed to have predicted his movements and he stealthily avoided every attack.
He could not delay it any longer!
Black PaG.o.da Tribe Leader sucked in a deep breath of air and his chest expanded. He yelled as he stomped his foot down and flew into the air. With one strike, he unleashed a secret technique unique to the Black PaG.o.da Tribe.
The ground shook and cracked apart like an earthquake as it caved in. A terrifying binding force rushed out from the cracked surface of the earth and it felt like an invisible cage had surrounded Leftover Dog.
By lifting his feet off the ground he revealed an opening to lure Leftover Dog to attack him. At the same time as this was an opening, it was also a chance to kill Leftover Dog. Even if Leftover Dog continued to run, it would be hard for him to escape because of the binding force from the earth.
Regardless of whether Leftover Dog attacked, death was his only way out!
Leftover Dog was absolutely worn out after dodging three continuous blows. His black hair was drenched in sweat and his face was as pale as a sheet. However, his gaze was calm as he stood in the middle of the cracked earth.
He lifted his head to look at the Black PaG.o.da Tribe Leader suspended in mid air. Without hesitation, his long sword slashed forward. The entire process was as smooth as flowing water and it seemed as though he had been waiting for this moment to attack the entire time.
The Black PaG.o.da Tribe Leader’s eyes flashed and a violent feeling rushed out, “Little white boy…” With just three words, his entire body stiffened and he looked down at his chest where a hole could be seen. Where his heart should be was empty air.
The sword had been too fast and the Tribe Leader did not even see it clearly. It was so fast that at the point when it struck him, his heart and the flesh surrounding it turned to dust instantly and all life force was gone!
The Black PaG.o.da Tribe Leader fell forward. His enhanced, muscular body returned back to its normal state and the vicious, powerful aura disappeared.
Leftover Dog coughed violently and there was a streak of redness on his face that looked incredibly out of place. With one hand pinching his nose, his body curled forward and he heaved. It felt like his lungs were going to explode from all his coughing and he was going to spurt it out from his nose.
“Whew…little white boy…although I…can…take it…compliment…” He straightened himself and wiped the blood from his face, “But I…am still not very happy…”
He turned and stumbled back to the camp. It felt like he could be pushed down by a single finger, but every elite in the Black PaG.o.da Tribe was looking at him with bloodshot eyes.
Shoosh –
Prajna’s body flashed. His expression was calm as he stood in the middle of the battleground, “Marquis Chongwu won both rounds; you guys have lost.”
Flower Thorn sighed deeply and bowed, “We accept our defeat. Master Prajna, we will take our leave!”
She turned and left.
The Tribe Leaders of Heavy Mountain and Long River followed after her with stiff expressions.
The Black PaG.o.da Tribe members hesitated and stayed still, not daring to move from their spots.