Shadow!
None of the disciples of the Assassin Sect knew that this seemingly ordinary challenge had the fate of the entire sect on the line. If they lost, they would have to hand over Nameless Planet and Nameless Mountain, leaving the home they had lived in for who knew how many centuries and becoming homeless.
Not only would they lose their base, but the reputation of the Assassin Sect would also plummet, slowly dying out in the vast sea of stars.
Craneshadow stood up with a serious expression. The huge sparring field suddenly fell silent. Everyone was quietly waiting for him to announce the start of the match.
After purposely coughing twice, Craneshadow mentioned that the Sky Eradicators Sect and the Assassin Sect were both martial arts sects in the Alliance, and that they were here to make friends through martial arts. He also talked about the rules of the tournament and the punishment for cheaters before returning to his seat.
Don't be fooled by his nonchalant expression, with a smile on his childish face, but he was very clear about the hidden meaning behind this test, and his heart was already extremely nervous.
The disciples of the Assassin Sect present had no idea what was going on. After the group photo and the announcement of the start of the test, everyone stood up and clapped. Their faces were filled with anticipation as they cheered loudly. To them, this was just a simple sparring match. Since the Sky Eradicators Sect was challenging the Assassin Sect, it was only natural for them to kick them out. It was only right and proper for them to do so.
Shadowless sat cross-legged on a tree outside the sparring field. His white eyes were dull, and his head was shaking from side to side as if he was dissatisfied with everything in the sparring field.
He tiptoed as if he was about to leave, but he quickly dismissed the thought and continued sitting cross-legged on the treetop like an old monk meditating. The only thing missing was a set of wooden fish in his hand.
As soon as Craneshadow announced the start of the match, Fangyuan strode to the ring and lightly leaped onto it. He clenched his fists and slammed them together, producing a dull sound as his bones collided with each other, like the beating of a war drum.
His actions infuriated the thousands of disciples of the Assassin Sect once more. Although they knew that Fangyuan's special ability was very powerful, they were fortunate that they did not have to fight him personally, so they did not have to show any respect for him. They glared at Fangyuan and even cursed him.
The louder he scolded, the prouder Fangyuan became. This bastard seemed to be born to be a wretch. His scolding was as beautiful as classical music to his ears. Even his bones softened, and a smile bloomed on his face. Unfortunately, with his dignity, there was not much difference between a smile and a cry in the eyes of others.
No matter what, the challengers had already displayed an insufferably arrogant attitude, so the Assassin Sect had to respond in kind.
A young man with a bitter face jumped into the ring, surrounded by the crowd. The reason he was called a young man was not because he looked young. In fact, just like Fangyuan, he had deep wrinkles on his face. His skin was rough and yellowish, and his bitter face made him look like an old farmer in the wilderness.
If he was given a tobacco pipe, tied a white sheepskin handkerchief on his head, and squatted in a corner to smoke, Xia Fei would definitely recognize him as someone from the same hometown as him from Earth's northern Shaanxi region.
The introduction on the screen clearly stated that Fangyuan was nineteen years old, while the old farmer from Shanbei was twenty years old. However, no matter how Xia Fei looked at them, they looked like two middle-aged men who had a deep grudge against each other.
Manatee mysteriously told Xia Fei that the farmer from Shanbei was an outstanding member of the younger generation of the Assassin Sect. His name was Smokeshadow, and he was an expert in concealment using the smoke ability. He could set up a smokescreen at the scene and launch a sneak attack.
Xia Fei did not say anything. The ability to create smoke was very suitable for chaotic battles, but to warriors with keen senses, a bit of smoke would not be too much of a hindrance. Martial artists focused on training their six senses, and a real warrior could kill someone without them even blindfolded, so a mere smoke would be child's play to a high-level warrior.
Xia Fei suddenly had a premonition that the middle-aged farmer from Shanbei, Smokeshadow, would be defeated. He even imagined the scene after the battle ended. Smokeshadow's eyes were as white as snow, and he would fall to the ground like a national treasure, unable to tell which way was north.
If that was the case, Smokeshadow's name would be a little unrealistic. It should be called Eyeshadow.
Just as Xia Fei was letting his imagination run wild, the match had already begun. Sure enough, Eyeshadow unleashed his smoke ability right from the start, and the ring that was a hundred meters wide was instantly shrouded in thick black smoke. The sour and pungent smell assailed everyone's nostrils, as if they had accidentally arrived at a highly polluted industrialized city.
Xia Fei did not have the time to see where Eyeshadow's smoke came from, but the pungent smell gave Xia Fei a sense of déjà vu. It was similar to some unknown gas that was released from the buttocks.
* Bang! *
A dull sound rang out from the smoke, and a figure flew out horizontally from the smoke like an arrow released from a bow. His body was as straight as a well-trained gymnast's, and his entire body was covered in dark blue flames, as if he had accidentally been possessed by will-o '-the-wisp.
It was obvious that this person was not Fangyuan, for his body was not round at all. It was as flat as a flying saucer. Even the most effective weight-loss pills would not be able to make Fangyuan, who was as fat as a black bear, lose weight in an instant.
The smoky figure streaked across the air in a parabola, landing right in the middle of the spectator stands, instantly knocking into several disciples of the Assassin Sect who had been watching. At that moment, they deeply understood what it meant to be an unexpected disaster.
In the midst of the chaos, a meticulous disciple reached out and touched Smokeshadow's nose.
"He's not breathing? Is he dead? "
"Smokeshadow is dead!"
The first sentence sounded like a question and answer, while the second sentence sounded like a furious roar.
The entire sparring grounds were shaken. After all, a second ago, Smokesshadow was still alive and kicking, and the next second, he had died in the arms of his fellow disciple. This kind of huge contrast was hard for anyone to accept.
Especially when Smokeshadow, who represented the glory of the entire Assassin Sect, died in Fangyuan's hands in a single move. Apart from being furious, these fellow disciples were also greatly ashamed.
They habitually did not consider what would have happened if they had made a move. Instead, they were brooding over Smokeshadow's failure.
On the main stand, Craneshadow tapped his hand on the table a few times to ease the complicated emotions in his heart. Once a martial artist stepped into the ring, it was a matter of life and death. It was no wonder that Fangyuan was so ruthless; he could only blame himself for not being skilled enough.
Xia Fei was not in the mood to care about Smokeshadow's life. Instead, he was more interested in what Fangyuan's special ability was. It was not difficult to tell from the flames on Smokeshadow's body that Fangyuan had imbued it with a fire-type attack, but he was puzzled as to why the strange flames were blue.
The ventilation system of the sparring ground was soon activated, sucking away the smoke that Smokeshadow had released. Smokeshadow's body was quickly carried out by his fellow disciples, and the sparring ground was restored to its original state.
Fangyuan seemed a little bored standing in the ring with his big belly. He looked at Xia Fei provocatively. Among all the disciples of the Assassin Sect, Xia Fei and the ferocious-looking broadsword next to him were the ones that piqued his interest the most.
Though Xia Fei had the intention to fight Fangyuan, reality did not allow him to do so. After all, this was an internal affair of the Assassin Sect, and it was best for him to watch from the sidelines as an outsider. However, he was still a little unwilling to accept it. After all, there were very few people in this world who possessed two special abilities at the same time. He had no idea when he would meet an opponent like that.
Xia Fei suddenly thought of something after exchanging glances with Fangyuan. He said to Manatee beside him, "Brother, help me look after this broadsword. Don't let anyone take it. I'm going to the washroom."
Manatee was an honest man, so he did not doubt Xia Fei's words at all. He pointed Xia Fei in the direction of the washroom and hugged the two-meter-long Bloodthirsty Screech in his arms. He grabbed the handle of the broadsword with one hand as if someone was really going to come and take it.
Xia Fei smiled and walked along the corridor. There were four entrances to the sparring ring, and Smokeshadow's corpse was temporarily placed in one of the corridors. It was covered with a white cloth, so no one paid any attention to it.
Xia Fei walked over and lifted the white cloth to take a look. He then stuck his finger in and felt around. Fortunately, there was no one around. The disciples were all waiting for the second match, so no one noticed Xia Fei's suspiciously necrophilic behavior.
After covering the corpse with the white cloth again, Xia Fei stood up and rubbed his chin, deep in thought.
"Something doesn't seem right with this corpse," Phantom said in a deep voice. "It's clearly a fire-type injury, but why is the insides of Smokeshadow's body completely destroyed? Could there be something different about Fangyuan's fire-type attack? "
"I don't think it's caused by a fire-type attack," Xia Fei said.
Phantom frowned. "What else could it be if it's not a fire-type attack? You should have seen the blue flame on Smokeshadow's body, right? "
Xia Fei muttered to himself, "Why is it a blue flame? Don't you think it's strange? "
"Strange? Of course, it's strange. It should be red, but I don't remember any fire-type ability being blue. Perhaps we're not knowledgeable enough," Phantom said.
Xia Fei raised his head and looked around, hoping to get some inspiration so that he could make a judgment on Fangyuan's attack. The wounds on Smokeshadow's body were very uniform. Most of his skin was already charred black. What was strange was that even his internal organs were badly burned, as if the strange blue flame could penetrate deep into his body.
It was worth mentioning that Smokeshadow was wearing a sturdy combat suit. Even a fierce fire would not be able to burn him from the inside out in such a short period of time.
Furthermore, only his chest, which was attacked, had obvious wounds. The other parts of his combat suit were still intact.
It was obvious that Fangyuan had released the flames into Smokeshadow's body in an instant. If that was the case, Fangyuan would be a troublesome opponent.
All of a sudden, Xia Fei's mind spun as he came up with an idea.
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