《Werewolf In Cultivation World》Chapter 9: The power of martial arts!
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The mountain village guard glared at Kevin, this kid is too fierce. He injured two of the people in the mountain village and one of them is the son of the chief!
Before the guard of the mountain village could move, Mark stopped him and stared at Kevin. “What is your name?” Hearing the shout, Kevin turned his head and replied. “Kevin.”
Mark nodded before opening his mouth, “When you fight Jason, be careful!” Mark turned his head and struggled to stand up before the guard of the mountain village helped him and returned to their place. They are now out of this competition.
The envoy looked at Kevin for a few seconds before shouting, “The green leaf village will proceed to the finals, and the second round will shortly begin!”
Kevin jumped out of the platform and returned to the green leaf village side, Tony looked at Kevin with shining eyes and said. “You are strong, you can fight to the finals.” The three people to Tony’s side and the plump man who was lying beside the tree stared at Tony.
Tony remained carefree and I don’t know when he had a piece of bread on his hands and started to eat. Kevin shakes his head before staring at the platform. The second round began and the envoy’s voice echoed.
“The river village will fight the storm village, same rules!” Then under everyone’s gaze, a fat man jumped on the platform, the people around looked at this fat man with apprehension. This fat man is Jason and he is from the storm village.
He looked at everyone with pride written in his eyes, soon his opponent jumped to the platform. The envoy’s voice rang, “Fight!”
Jason looked at his opponent, he leaped forward and throws a storm of punches. These punches were not fast yet the opponent was so overwhelmed that in just a few seconds he was thrown out of the platform.
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“The river village is weak, give me strong opponents!” Jason shouted and his imposing manner made the people quiet. As if answering his call, a young man slowly stepped on the platform and the whole person emanates a soft feeling.
“Adrian, you are not my opponent.” Jason waves his hand and the contempt in his eyes was clear as day. Adrian didn’t reply he just wore a sweet smile on his face, this face is a woman killer.
Adrian is the son of the chief from the river sect, one can see the importance of being the son of a chief. Status and power are in their hands, soon the envoy shouted. “Fight!”
“Since you didn’t hear me, I will fix your ears.” Jason leaped towards Adrian and throws a storm of punches, the storm village is known for its power. Adrian didn’t show weakness, he dodged every punch of Jason.
The movements were elegant and smooth like flowing water, Jason snorted before throwing a storm of kicks. It is hard to believe that a fat person could perform such fast actions, but Jason’s kicks were faster than his punches.
In the face of these storms of kicks, Adrian’s face was grave. When he can’t endure it anymore, he shouted. “First might of the river!” I saw Adrian’s movements which were like flowing water began to change into raging water!
Every movement was fast and explosive, with this technique Adrian dodged most of the kicks thrown by Jason. Adrian switched to offensive and throws a few punches, one of these punches hits the shoulder of Jason making the latter groan.
Adrian never stopped, every attack was like a whip. Jason stepped backward, and his clothes were filled with slashes as though a real whip attacked him. The people surrounding the platform were filled with awe and fear.
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This martial arts called “First might of the river” was strong, it’s penetrative power made everyone filled with sweat. Jason looked at Adrian and the contempt in his eyes faded, “It seemed that your father teaches you martial arts!”
Jason was right, this Adrian was a popular playboy, always playing with girls. But the seriousness of the competition also made the father of Adrian gave him a slapped to wake him up.
“Shut up!” A slightly feminine voice rang from Adrian, he lunges at Jason and the whip-like attacks made Jason stepped backward. “The wrath of the storm!” Jason shouted and I saw that his body was like a raging storm, he pushed Adrian and the force almost throws Adrian off the platform.
When Adrian raises his head, his eyes were wide. Jason throws a storm of punches and kicks towards Adrian, these combinations added a heavy feeling so that Adrian was in despair, when one of the punches hits him, the force made him cough blood!
Before Adrian could dodge, one of the kicks of Jason reach towards his abdomen and the latter flew outside the platform. The guard of the river village dashed towards Adrian and checked his body.
Jason stared at Adrian and the proud look in his eyes was magnified. The people around were shocked, the martial arts displayed by Jason were powerful and the heavy attacks made them feel despair. The envoy stared at Jason before shouting.
“The storm village won! The third round will be a battle between the green leaf village and the storm village. “We will begin shortly, you can rest for an hour.”
Jason jumped out of the platform and felt that someone was staring at him, he turned his head and saw the cold eyes of Kevin. A sudden coldness crept around his heart!
“Who is that young man?” Jason turned his head and looked at the guard of the storm village, the guard of the storm village stared at Kevin before looking at Jason.
“The young master of the mountain village called him Kevin.” Jason slowly nodded his head and a thought popped into his mind. That cold eyes should not appear on a kid, Jason only knew that those cold eyes belong to a killer.
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