And Tempering An Unsullied Body - Chapter 420

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
In the vast arena, the red-clothed man stood quietly at the edge, while the audience in the stands was still immersed in the shock brought about by Gu Xi in the previous match. Only a small portion of the audience paid attention to the arena.

After all, they have not heard about the Blood Spirit Society before. They thought that it was just an unknown small sect that had been lucky enough to enter the second round of the competition due to its good luck in the qualifiers. On the other hand, their opponent, the Wind Cloud Pavilion, was a genuine second-rate force. Although its overall strength was inferior to that of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, it could be said to be one of the best among the second-rate forces.

“Tsk tsk tsk… looks like the limelight has been stolen.” The man under the bamboo hat shook his head slightly. His tone seemed to be somewhat displeased.

“Hey, I say, are you going to fight or not?” A voice came from afar. The person who spoke was a disciple of the Wind Cloud Pavilion.

It had been quite a while since the referee announced the start of the competition. However, the man in red had been standing still since the start of the competition. He did not show any signs of attacking.

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“Why are you in such a hurry? Can’t you see that the audience is not looking over here?” The man in red raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes.

Seeing this, the disciple of the Wind Cloud Pavilion narrowed his eyes, but he soon smiled disdainfully. “When I finish you off, their attention will naturally come over.”

Like the people in the stands, the disciple of the Wind Cloud Pavilion also thought that his opponent was only from a small sect. As an elite disciple of the Wind Cloud Pavilion, it would be a piece of cake to deal with him.

This person’s words seemed to remind the red-robed man of something. The red-robed man could not help but grin, and even his eyes widened a little. His voice was hoarse as he said, “That’s right. After I kill you, they will naturally notice this side.”

The man’s words were filled with undisguised cold killing intent.

If it was not for the fact that this was a competition on an arena, those who did not know would have thought that the two of them had some deep-seated blood feud.

“Shameless boasting!” The disciple of the Wind Cloud Pavilion snorted coldly as surging spiritual energy surged out from his body.

The peak of the Quasi-Saint stage, just one step away from the Saint stage.

“Today, I’ll let you see what true strength is!” The disciple of the Wind Cloud Pavilion waved his hand, and a three-foot flying sword flew out from his sleeve. The sharp Sword Qi broke through the void, and a series of wind-breaking sounds could be heard.

“I wonder if your blood tastes good?” The red-clothed man sneered, and his voice seemed to come from the underworld, reaching the ears of the disciple of the Wind Cloud Pavilion across from him.

Just a simple sentence made him tremble.

But as the lead disciple of the Wind Cloud Pavilion, he quickly recovered from his fear and the spiritual energy in his body burst out continuously.

What he wanted to do was to finish off the red-clothed man in front of him as soon as possible. He had to make the name of the Wind Cloud Pavilion known in this first battle, and he had to do it loud and clear! This was the request that the leader of the team had given him.

Very quickly, the three-foot-long sword had already flown in front of the red-clothed man.

He slowly stretched out a hand, and a light red spiritual power wrapped around his arm and entered his palm.

And this hand of his had actually grasped the long sword with extreme precision!

“How is this possible?!”

Seeing this, the disciple of the Wind Cloud Pavilion could not help but exclaim in surprise.

It must be known that this three-foot-long sword was not an ordinary weapon. It was a genuine high-grade profound spirit tool, and it was given to the group of people who had participated in the Grand Sect Competition in the sect before they set off! Now, this guy actually grabbed it with his bare hands?!

More importantly, he did not hold back at all in this attack. Even with the assistance of this high-grade profound rank spirit tool, this attack of his displayed at least 120 percent of his usual strength! Even a genuine cultivator in the Saint stage would have to dodge this attack, let alone receiving a white blade with his bare hands!

“I said, I will kill you.” The red-clothed man’s lips moved slightly, and these words entered the ears of the disciples of the Wind Cloud Pavilion once again.

Hearing these words, the latter did not know why, but he had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

“You were just lucky to receive my attack.” He forcefully suppressed the fear in his heart and hid it well.

“Then it should be my turn next, right?” The man in red smiled. The long sword in his hand had already been corroded by the light red spiritual energy. Even the entire long sword had turned slightly red, as if it was bathed in blood.

As the man’s voice fell, his hand that was tightly gripping the long sword suddenly threw it out. The long sword, on the other hand, flew in the direction it came from at an even faster speed than before, leaving behind a long, light-red trail wherever it passed.

Looking at the long sword that was flying rapidly towards him, the pupils of the disciples of the Wind Cloud Pavilion could not help but constrict. With a wave of his hand, he built more than ten spiritual energy barriers in front of him. Each of these barriers was filled with a good amount of spiritual energy, and the degree of their defense could not be underestimated.

Bang bang bang —

The long sword whistled over, but these spiritual energy walls were cut into pieces like tofu. In the blink of an eye, it had already arrived in front of the disciple of Wind Cloud Pavilion. He did not even have enough time to react.

Whoosh–

The long sword entered his chest, and the huge impact sent him flying back nearly 100 meters. Finally, his entire body was ruthlessly nailed to the ground.

At this moment, the Wind Cloud Pavilion disciple’s face was as pale as paper, and blood was continuously gushing out of the corners of his mouth. There was a bowl-sized hole in his chest, and the long sword, which had been dyed red, had already sunk into the ground and disappeared.

“A second-rate force… doesn’t seem to be enough.” Looking at his opponent, who was lying on the ground in the distance, the red-clothed man shook his head, his voice full of disappointment.

At the same time, the referee’s figure appeared beside the disciple of the Wind Cloud Pavilion. He wanted to confirm whether the latter still had the ability to continue fighting, but with just a glance, he was stunned on the spot.

At this moment, the disciple of the Wind Cloud Pavilion was lying on the ground motionlessly. There was not a single breath left in his body.

“This battle… The Blood Spirit Society wins…”

The referee turned his head and glared fiercely at the red-clothed man before announcing the result.

Although the grand competition advocated that one should not go too far, it was inevitable that there would be deaths and injuries due to fighting and killing. Every time there was a grand competition, there would always be some people who died here.