The Supreme God of Martial Arts

His words convinced almost all the surrounding people. They turned to look at Symon in a new light, with admiration as if he were already the winner.

"I don't think the highlight of this battle is the result. I'm dying to know if Austin is able to last long enough to make Symon launch a second stab.

After all, Symon has never done it before. None of his previous opponents was able to survive his single stab.

What a powerful young man!" the man praised. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as if he was recalling sof Symon's previous wonderful battles. . .

In the battle ring, however, Austin looked at Symon calmly, serene like the proverbial calm before a storm. There was no sign of nervousness on his face.

Symon was quiet, wearing a broad smile. But if you took a closer look, you could tell from his cold eyes that his smile did not reach his eyes and it was not sincere at all. Disdain could be seen in his eyes.

Austin and Symon looked at each other with great interest, sizing each other up hoping to gauge their opponent's weaknesses.

Austin felt as if he were being targeted by a dangerous beast.

Not until then did Austin realize that Symon's body was covered with a dense blade aura. This blade aura was emitting negative, evil mental waves as if sending a warning for him to keep off.

There was a kind of will delivered by Symon's blade aura, which warned others that Symon himself was invincible.

No wonder his opponents couldn't help but feel a sudden compulsion to go down on their knees and surrender. If Symon's opponent was a less determined man, Symon didn't even have to launch his attack. He could destroy his mental defense by just sending out his blade aura.

'His mastery of the blade has reached the peak of perfection. | need to pay extra attention to him, * Austin thought to himself.

Austin had a strong mental power, so Symon's blade aura wouldn't affect him.

They stared at each other, but neither of them took the initiative to move. Pin-drop silence befell the battle ring.

The tension in the air could be cut by a blade. . . . .

In another battle ring, the fight between Leo of the Peripatetic Sect and Garret of the Flaming Sun Valley was quite different.

As soon as they stepped in the battle ring, Garret launched fierce attacks on Leo.

Garret was in a white garment. Red flames roared around him, like a boiling stream of molten lava. The contrast of his white garment against the red flames gave the illusion of heaven and hell clashing in battle.

A three-legged golden crow gradually formed above his head, flying in the endless flames.

As soon as it emerged, it charged at Leo with menacing power.

Leo also used the Nine-demon Bloody Fist this time. Nine fists attacked the three-legged golden crow without stopping, forcing it to retreat one step after another.

Obviously, Leo's martial arts skill was more powerful than Garret's, but it was impossible for Leo to defeat Garret in a short tsince Garret was a formidable foe and was holding his own despite earlier being dismissed as the weaker of the two.

People in the audience believed that Leo would eventually beat Garret, so they turned to watch the fight between Austin and Symon. . . .

Meanwhile, on the battle ring, Austin and Symon had stayed motionless in the battle ring for more than an hour, simply sizing each other up.

"Austin, right? Not bad.

I have to admit you are somebody, and | need to take our fight a little more seriously. You know what, very few young cultivators in Violet Orchid Empire are granted this honor. You should feel lucky," Symon said arrogantly.

Apparently, he thought very highly of himself.

"Pfft! Symon, huh? | can understand why you're so arrogant. After all, you are invincible in other people's eyes.

But to me, you are rather weak," Austin said indifferently.

If anyone heard what Austin just said, they would think Austin was courting death.

"Oh, really?" Symon was taken aback, stunned for a while at Austin's insolence, and then he burst into laughter.

"Hah? You may have overestimated yourself after you defeated sso-called cultivators in this match. You may even think you have comparable strength to me. What a fool you are!" "I'm not bragging," Austin said, shaking his head.

"You blade is powerful enough to kill an opponent.

But this is also your weakness.

| can tell that this is your only means.

Other than that, you have no other means of action.

Letput it in another way. As long as | can block your blade, then you won't be able to hurtanymore.

And it'll be a piece of cake forto kill you." "Really? Truth be told, I've put my heart and soul into cultivating my blade, and | don't have any other means of attack.

But do you really think you can block my blade?" Symon didn't deny what Austin had said. After saying that, he no longer held back his killing intention. Since the little punk had dared to question his abilities, he decided to show him just how powerful his blade skill was.

Streaks of blade-light were sent out from his eyes.

Suddenly, the battle ring blurred in people's eyes and no one could tell what was happening.

It was as if the whole place had experienced a tremor. And then.. Clank! Swoosh! People in the audience seemed to have seen a flash of light in the battle ring.

But they were not so sure about what they had seen or experienced since when they blinked their eyes, they saw nothing.

The truth was, Symon finally launched his attack.