Realizer of Death : The Reaper

"I admit defeat!" Wang Xiqing's voice echoed in arena D and silenced the audience. They thought they would see an exciting battle between the Wang family's disciples when they saw the determination on Wang Xiqing's face. But what he said shattered their imaginations.

"What!? Did you admit defeat before the match!?"

"You put on a face like that and suddenly surrender!?"

The audience was rowdy, and they were grumbling. They were disappointed, but they couldn't do anything about it.

"Are you sure?" Jin Zhaohui asked Wang Xiqing to confirm his words.

"Yes, I'm sure." Wang Xiqing nodded decisively.

"Alright. In that case, the winner is Tenku of the Wang family!" Jin Zhaohui announced the result of the match, but none of the audience applauded or cheered because the two participants didn't show them any fighting.

After hearing Jin Zhaohui's words, Wang Xiqing looked at Tenku and opened his mouth.

"I admit defeat not because I'm afraid of you or because I can't beat you." Wang Xiqing spoke loudly for the people around the arena to hear.

"Ooh, then what made you surrender?" Tenku asked with interest. He didn't expect that Wang Xiqing would admit defeat before the match started and was slightly shocked when he heard his following words.

"I did it because we are both from the Wang family. Even though I won against you in this fight, I'm not sure I can beat my opponent in the next round. Therefore, I'd better give this opportunity for you to show your skills and gain a lot of experience by fighting strong cultivators.

You can consider this matter as kindness from your senior brother. So please don't disappoint me. I hope you can win the next match." Wang Xiqing tried to show his image as a senior to Tenku and the people around him. He acted like that to save his face from the embarrassment of giving up before the match started.

After saying that, Wang Xiqing quickly left the arena without waiting for Tenku's reply. He didn't want to stand there anymore because he felt so embarrassed. But secretly, his eyes showed a strong killing intent towards Tenku.

(You will pay the heavy price for the humiliation I received now. As a senior, I will allow you to fight against strong cultivators and gain experience; to be precise, it is a painful experience. Gu Qingyang will finish you off in the arena. But it will happen if you make it to the final round. Please enjoy this victory because tomorrow, you will regret offending the Gu family and me!)

Wang Xiqing clenched his fists tightly and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight. Even though Wang Xiqing concealed his killing intent well, he couldn't hide it from Tenku.

"I will accept your kindness, senior brother. I hope you will not commit an act you regret in the future. If you dare to do that evil intention of yours, I don't mind killing you even if you are a disciple of the Wang family." Tenku raised the corners of his lips and walked out of the arena.

"Congratulations because you have entered the quarter-finals, Tenku." Wang Zeming said to Tenku and smiled.

"I must thank senior Xiqing for letting me win this match and allowing me to enter the next round." Tenku replied casually.

"Ahaha... You should already know it was just an excuse to save his face. You don't have to listen to what he says." Wang Ruyue chuckled when she heard Tenku's words.

Tenku sat on his seat and looked around. The remaining number of participants was nine because Kong ming still had not fought in the next match.

"Next, we will enter the eighth match. For the last two participants, please choose your weapons and enter the arena immediately." Jin Zhaohui quickly called for the next participant.

They wanted to finish the second half as soon as possible because the sky was getting dark. The participants and the organizers didn't even have time to have lunch because the match schedule was quite tight. Fortunately, they are cultivators, and it's okay for them not to eat for one day.

After hearing Jin Zhaohui's words, Kong Ming and a young cultivator got up from their seats to choose their weapons. Kong Ming's opponent was a man called Jian Jiangfeng. When he arrived at the side of the arena, Kong Ming quickly chose a long iron staff as his weapon, and Jian Jiangfeng was a sword.

"Are you ready?" Jin Zhaohui asked Kong Ming and Jian Jiangfeng after seeing them enter the arena and stand in their positions. The two nodded at Jin Zhaohui's words.

"Then the fight begins!" Jin Zhaohui signaled the start of the match, and the two moved simultaneously.

Kong Ming's cultivation base was in the late stage of the Earth Origin realm, but he was on the verge of breaking through to the great perfection stage, and Jian Jiangfeng also possessed the same strength. Thus, he had the confidence to attack Kong Ming.

Both of them attacked at the same time. Kong Ming swung his iron staff, and Jian Jiangfeng slashed his sword.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

They exchanged attacks several times and quickly returned to their positions. They seemed to have the same power from their clash, but in reality, they were different. Jian Jiangfeng's hands trembled slightly after clashing his sword against Kong Ming's iron staff.

Not long after, they moved again and clashed in the middle of the arena. Jiang Jiangfeng attacked aggressively and tried to suppress Kong Ming with successive slashes, but the other side efficiently dealt with it. But then, Jian Jiangfeng's movements became faster and suddenly disappeared. He reappeared behind Kong Ming and slashed his sword at his opponent's back.

Kong Ming responded swiftly to the attack. He turned around and blocked the sword with his bare hands.

The spectators were shocked when they saw the sight because Kong Ming's actions were dangerous, considering that Jian Jiangfeng's sword was infused with Qi. If that attack hit him, then Kong Ming would lose his hand. But what happened next differed from what they had imagined.

Clank!

The sound of metal clashing resounded in the arena, and Jian Jiangfeng's attack was successfully blocked. On the other hand, Kong Ming's hands were fine and not even a bit scratched. It made the spectators who had never seen Kong Ming's match open their mouths wide.

Tenku also watched the fight with interest. He noticed that Kong Ming coated the iron staff with golden light. Moreover, he also saw that the surface of Kong Ming's skin turned golden when his hand clashed with Jian Jiangfeng's sword.

It was different when compared to Jin Jiali. Even though the Qi colors were similar, Jin Jiali's training focused more on speed, while Kong Ming's was on strength and defense.

"Is that the Vajra Holy Body?" Tenku muttered. It wasn't as great as he had imagined, but at least the physical training was strong enough to block a sword with Qi slashed by a cultivator at the Earth Origin realm.

"Yes. It is the Vajra Holy Body. I've never fought him, but I've seen him use it a few times. I think I will also have a hard time if I have to break through that defense. A practice for tempering the physique was indeed the best way to increase a cultivator's combat power. Unfortunately, not everyone can do it." Wang Zeming replied to Tenku's words.

"Hmm? Did you also learn the exercises for tempering the body?" Tenku asked curiously. He did not know what practices the core disciples of the Wang family had learned.

Except for Wang Ruyue, the core disciple of the Wang family trained in the Heaven Swallowing Monarch Scripture, and Tenku already knew that. But then he got curious about the other practices they were learning. Tenku might accidentally find out the fourth book of the Sovereign Cultivation Set from Wang Zeming's mouth even though he didn't really expect it.

"Yes, several male core disciples of the Wang family and I have tried it. Unfortunately, we failed." Wang Zeming smiled bitterly.

The Wang family also had extraordinary body-tempering art. Still, not a single disciple could learn it because the requirements were very harsh, and they needed enormous resources to cultivate it to the first layer.

That practice was the Tyrant King Body Tempering Art, and Wang Zeming had tried to learn it. Unfortunately, he failed due to the terrible pain he felt while tempering his organs; an average human would not be able to endure it.

From then on, Wang Zeming never practiced that thing again and forgot about it. He felt unsuited to such training because the Tyrant King Body Tempering Art required plenty of resources, a formidable level of comprehension, and solid willpower.

But Wang Zeming had no idea that the person he was talking to had successfully cultivated the Tyrant King Body Tempering Art. Not only that, but Tenku had managed to train it up to the fourth layer, bone tempering. Wang Zeming would never have expected that Wang Haotian would teach the practice to Tenku.

If Wang Zeming found out, he would rethink his path as a cultivator from losing to a fifteen-year-old boy. Moreover, the Tyrant King Body Tempering Art was an exclusive practice of the Wang family, but the one who had successfully learned it had come from outsiders. It embarrassed him as a member of the Wang family.

"Oh, I see." Tenku nodded and didn't ask any further. He returned his attention to the match. Tenku couldn't wait to fight Kong Ming and see which body tempering practice among them was stronger.

Clank! Clank Clank!

Kong Ming continued to block Jian Jianfeng's sword with his bare hands and counterattack with his iron staff.

Clank!

Jin Jiangfeng was knocked back several meters and stopped right at the edge of the arena. He wanted to escape that place immediately because it would be dangerous if he fell. But before he could take a step, Jian Jiangfeng saw Kong Ming's iron staff coming towards him. He quickly swung his sword to block the attack.

Clank!

"Urgh!" Jian Jiangfeng was pushed back and almost fell off the arena. Fortunately, he was able to stabilize himself quickly. But before he could feel relieved, Kong Ming's kick landed on his stomach and sent him flying out of the arena.

"The winner is Kong Ming." Jin Zhaohui announced the result of the match after seeing Jian Jiangfeng leave the arena. It also signaled the end of the second round and put the competition to rest for the day.