"I still won, didn't I?"
"Haha, you are quite talented, or else Li Feng wouldn't have picked you. I have some ideas about the Triple Fold Force, but I have to admit that the kid from the House of Li has mastered the Human-Sword Fusion."
Even Einherjar Wannabe was impressed by Wang Tong's achievement.
"Oh right, Mr. Wu, what was with my last attack? My mind is blank, and it feels very mysterious..."
Einherjar Wannabe's face stiffened, "Well, actually, your last attack was not bad. Think about it, it's not bad at all. You can take a rest now, I have something else to do. Bye."
Then, he ran away.
Einherjar Wannabe rolled his eyes at Wang Tong's words. What a shame! He couldn't figure out what was going on with the spear, but he had never seen it before. Even with his knowledge of martial arts, he had no idea what was going on. However, as an Einherjar, how could he embarrass himself in front of Wang Tong? Otherwise, he would never be able to hold his head high in the future.
Wang Tong ignored Einherjar Wannabe. He knew that Einherjar Wannabe had helped him a lot, and he knew that it was not something that could be taught by others. In fact, Wang Tong had noticed his own shortcomings during his fight with Li Shiming, but he knew that he could only make up for it with persistent training. Although Li Shiming was quite experienced, he was still no match for Wang Tong.
Li Shiming's fights might be dangerous, but Wang Tong's fights were different. It seemed like Einherjar Wannabe had underestimated Wang Tong's potential and his Tactics of the Blade.
Wang Tong and Li Shiming were evenly matched, and if Li Shiming hadn't mastered the Human-Sword Fusion, he would have been no match for Wang Tong.
However, both Wang Tong and Li Shiming knew that Patroclus was a different kind of existence. Fighting against Patroclus would be a tough fight.
As long as he was able to crawl out of the pit tomorrow, Einherjar Wannabe would have to watch the fight between Patroclus and Lie Jian. Knowing oneself and knowing one's enemy was the key to winning a hundred battles. Einherjar Wannabe had already seen everything he had, but Patroclus had yet to show his true strength.
Stay strong, Lie Jian! Wang Tong was cheering for him from the bottom of his heart!
Everyone knew that Patroclus was the most powerful fighter in the tournament. Lie Jian also knew that if he could defeat Patroclus, he would be the champion. Wang Tong and Li Shiming had both been severely injured, and it would take them at least three days to recover. However, Lie Jian knew that if he could defeat Patroclus, he would be able to use his Tactics of the Blaze to suppress his injuries for a short period of time. It would be worth it even if he had to rest for a few months.
All he had to do was kill Patroclus.
Before the competition, Lie Jian would not be fooling around. Women were like floating clouds to him, and he could not afford to waste any of his energy at this crucial moment.
"Michaux, what do you think my chances of winning are?" Lie Jian asked.
Michaux smiled. "You never ask questions like that."
"Hehe, maybe. Ever since I broke through, I feel pressure that I didn't have before." Lie Jian flexed his knuckles, a cold glint in his eyes. There was no need for him to act tough in front of Michaux Odin. They had grown up together and were best friends.
In order for Mars to thrive, Lie Jian and the Divine Master Sect had to work together.
Michaux smiled faintly. "Less than forty percent. It's difficult, but in terms of individual ability, Patroclus is the strongest among the younger generation."
"You knew that?" Lie Jian asked. He knew that Patroclus was a powerful fighter, but he knew that Patroclus was much more powerful than he had expected.
The Young Celestial Master nodded. Although the Celestial Masters Sect was powerful, their main focus was not on combat.
"Damn it! Even so, I still have a forty percent chance of winning! I don't believe that he is immortal!"
Lie Jian's face twisted into a grimace. He knew that there was no turning back now. However, the Five Great Tactics had their own unique abilities, especially when it came to talent. Lie Jian's confidence was not blind, and he knew that he had his own trump cards.
"Let me give you a hand. No matter what, Mars needs a victory," Michaux said.
"What do you have in mind?" Lie Jian was pleasantly surprised. He knew that the Divine Master Sect had many secret techniques that no one knew about, and he was sure that Lin Fan knew a few of them.
"I have a secret technique called Soul Transfer. I can store ten percent of my Soul Energy in your body and release it at the right moment to boost your GN Force. It should be very useful during critical moments."
Michaux said.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Now that I have this secret technique, I will have a better chance of winning."
Lie Jian was amused. He knew that once Michaux's Soul Energy was added to his GN Force, it would be like adding wings to a tiger. Patroclus was nothing to him.
Michaux smiled wryly and said, "It's just a small trick, and it's not good for your cultivation. I'm only doing this because your victory will directly affect the interests of Mars. In short, it's not a good thing for you."
"Don't give me that bullshit. I understand. I have to win this battle. Let's get started." Lie Jian knew that Michaux was trying to tell him that he had to rely on himself to improve his cultivation.
"Tomorrow morning is still too early. As time goes by, this Soul Energy will gradually dissipate."
"Great!" Lie Jian's knuckles crackled. If he wanted to defeat Patroclus, he would not be able to do so by relying on unorthodox methods. The key was his own condition.
As long as he could defeat Patroclus, Lie Jian was willing to pay any price.
He was the kind of man who would do anything for the sake of winning.
A real man must be ruthless!
The match between Wang Tong and Li Shiming had ignited the crowd's passion. This was the first time in the history of the Sparring Tournament, and it might not be surpassed for a long time.
Today's match was just as exciting. Patroclus was about to face his strongest opponent since the beginning of the tournament, and everyone was looking forward to seeing how the Son of God would perform.
Although Lie Jian had failed to get his revenge on Li Shiming during the tournament, he was confident that he would be able to make it to the finals. A man who had been through failure would be able to rise again. Therefore, Lie Jian was confident that he would be able to unleash his most powerful attack on Patroclus.
The winner of the match would be the Dragon Warrior, Wang Tong, the most powerful warrior in the past three hundred years.
Wang Tong's injuries were so severe that he was unable to walk out of the healing tank. However, Ma Xiaoru had set up a luxurious livestream device in his room.
For Xiaoru, any problem that could be solved with money was not a problem. Unfortunately, what she lacked the least was money.
Ma Xiaoru watched the livestream with Wang Tong.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime event, and it would be hard to miss it. These young men would be the rulers of the human alliance in the future, and it would be hard for them to miss this opportunity again.
The hall was crowded with people, and the passion of the Ivantians could ignite the air. Once the Ivantians calmed down, they would become the hottest crowd. Their admiration and admiration for Patroclus had seeped into their souls, as if they were possessed by a demon.
Despite Patroclus's excellent performance, there were still a few people who were as good as him. However, most people still thought that Patroclus was the strongest among them.
Even his opponents.
Many people didn't even think about the reason.
In their hearts, Patroclus was the man who would bring back the peak of human power.
The arena quieted down, and so did the people watching the livestream. Finally, the contestants entered the arena. Patroclus was the perfect combination of strength and handsomeness, and Lie Jian was the symbol of violence. Only one of them would walk out of the arena standing proudly.
After a moment of silence, the crowd burst into cheers.
The Martians were also letting their emotions run wild. Once Patroclus was dead, Lie Jian would become a god. From then on, the Martians would be able to stand above the people of the Moon, and the Lie family would no longer be suppressed by others in the Five Great Worlds.
The opportunity was right in front of them, and all they needed was a fight.
Patroclus calmly waved his hand, and the screams of the girls instantly drowned out the voices of the men. In terms of popularity among the beauties, Patroclus was the best. His fan club spanned across the three big federations, and even as far away as the Sagittarius and Andromeda constellations, he had fans. As long as there were women, there would be admirers of Patroclus.
Major General Zhang Zhongren and Major General Rockefeller did not know whether to laugh or cry. For a warrior, this kind of support was not necessary. However, everyone knew that Patroclus did not mean it. It could not be helped. This was the unique charm of the Doyle family. They were born to be female killers, just like Rilangalos in the past. In terms of women, even the godlike Blade Warrior could not be compared to Rilangalos. When Rilangalos married a mediocre wife, his suicide rate increased by five percent.
Whether or not the current Patroclus would be able to display his former glory in terms of strength, he was almost there in terms of charisma. Before the competition had even started, hundreds of girls had already fainted. To be precise, they had fainted while screaming. Clearly, their emotions had reached a certain level.
Lie Jian laughed heartily and said, "If I had such looks, I would definitely woo all the girls in the three major federations. “
Patroclus did not seem to mind. "Brother Lie, it seems that this fight will not be boring."
Lie Jian's face darkened. "I hope your Heavenly Spear is as sharp as your mouth."
Patroclus was noncommittal. He waved his right hand and said, "Please."
Lie Jian cupped his hands in greeting. Both of them were from prestigious families, so they were not lacking in etiquette. However, their gazes were as sharp as knives.
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