The legendary warrior

Chapter 63 The Strongest Flesh

"Boom! Boom!"

Red energy rose into the air as a huge blast broke out from Ricky. Then orange energy sprang up, swallowing the red aura. Ricky engulfed in this orange energy. Oddly, the scene looked rather glamorous.

That was the Second Degree of Nine-degree Body Refining Formula!

At this crucial moment, Ricky decided that he could no longer conceal this secret. He decided to show all his cards.

He wanted to win. It was imperative that he beat Lean and the Refinement Faction. Defeating Jarvis had only been the beginning; now, he was executing his plan as scheduled. Ricky inhaled deeply. No one could stop him.

"I've already reached the Second Degree of Nine-degree Body Refining Formula successfully... Oh, it was because of the Quincentennial Magic Ice and the Sacred Blood Crystal. Please, don't fail me now. Show me your full power!" Ricky sighed, confidently feeling his body's pulsating energy as he initiated the method.

Ricky was curiously expectant, wondering how mighty the Second Degree of Nine-degree Body Refining Formula truly was.

The crowd exclaimed loudly, again astonished. The unexpected progress Ricky had made seemed to be endless.

Their whispers began to echo, bouncing off each other like a swarm of bees.

"Oh, my God! Lean has reached the fifth level of the Pure Masculinity. But Ricky! Can you believe it? He's also progressed so well in his cultivation method! I'm so curious about his mysterious method. It's

definitely going to be a rigid competition! Oh, it will be a marvelous sight to behold! I can't wait anymore!"

"Yes, I agree. Oh, goodness. Both of them have such immense strength! This is so exciting!"

Zenith and other four Elders on the high stage were just as shocked as the other disciples. They exchanged stunned looks, mouths slightly open. What happened with Ricky was beyond their belief.

None of them had expected that Ricky would make it to the Second Degree of the Nine-degree Body Refining Formula.

In their minds, Ricky could have the capacity for it. But reaching the Second Degree of Nine-degree Body Refining Formula now was the last thing they anticipated. As the wise elders, they knew everything. They were well aware of how difficult it was to break through it.

"Chief Zenith, this boy is stupefying. He reached the Second Degree of Nine-degree Body Refining Formula at such a young age! I think he must really be in possession of an extremely strong will!" Elder Evan said using his internal power. This way, he could only be heard by the elders.

"Yes. I must agree with Elder Evan. We have to admit it no matter we like it or not, Chief Zenith!" Three other elders also weighed in using their internal powers.

"Elder Evan, keep in mind that he is one of the key disciples now," Zenith replied, before lapsing into a silent reverie.

"Yes, I understand!" The four other elders acknowledged Zenith's order with a nod.

"But, we must keep it a secret. He cannot know this decision for now. He has the great will, that's for sure. But that's right now. He may lose his will in cultivation someday! We still need time to observe this boy better," Zenith instructed. The four nodded in concurrence.

Back to the battlefield, the tension in the atmosphere grew. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Both Ricky and Lean were warming up after the first rounds of fight. They stretched their bodies taut, preparing to beat the opponent once and for good. Who would win? Who would lose? It all depended on the instant they began their attack this time.

"You know what, Ricky? I had been planning on using this on Rufus, the number one powerful outer disciple. But now I'm going to tear you apart with it! Be ready to enjoy this great honor!" Lean roared ferociously, a spiteful gleam flashing through his cruel eyes.

"Oh, are you? Mister number two of the top ten outer disciples, show me what you've got! I'm sure you know by now how Jarvis ended up. Hopefully, you won't meet the same fate!" Ricky retorted coldly, staring his foe down with eyes of steel.

"The fifth level of Pure Masculinity - the Quinary Masculine Fingers!"

As Lean growled, the aura from his body grew massive. It encircled him, before sweeping down to be condensed into his ten fingers. Then Lean wove his fingers into each other.

In an instant, five colossal fingers materialized in front of him. Immediately, he pushed his palms forcefully towards Ricky with a power of immense magnitude.

"Shiiiiiing!"

Ricky drew his saber from the sheath on his back. There were orange lights encapsulating from it. The burning flame rose, encircled Ricky, and whipped rapidly into his weapon.

Once his full power had been reached, Ricky raised his arm high and slashed at Lean with his saber.

"Nonuple Flame Strike - the Fifth Strike!"

With this forceful shout from Ricky, the saber carrying five burning flames flew straight to the five giant fingers. Simultaneously, Ricky ran madly at Lean, who was standing right in the middle of the giant fingers.

Everyone held their breath at this moment, staring unmoving at the battlefield. They could not miss any of the crucial action. All of them were extremely excited to know about who would become the final winner.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A resounding boom burst into the air. Ricky and Lean collided against each other with both of their strongest powers at play.

In the wake of this tremendous boom, both warriors floundered in the blinding mist. The airwaves of the different colors wove together, blasting over the battlefield. The energy rippled across the air and dispersed, overflowing as if the arena would be destroyed and the world would be coming to an end.

Most disciples could not help squeezing their eyes shut and raising their hands to shield themselves from the strong energy. The intense light was blinding.

'It's unbelievable! It's not likely there would be such a powerful collision between warriors of Skin Refinement! But here it is!' the crowd gasped, fully shocked.

Inner disciples at the inferior stage of Blood Purification had even more serious expressions on their faces. They figured out that both of the two men on the arena were definitely a match for them. If they had the chance to be promoted as the inner disciples, they would be able to make greater achievement than most of them. They would grow stronger before long!

Collisions of the two warriors' strong and manic energies continued. The spectators could vaguely make out Ricky and Lean in the hazy mist.

"Pah!" The crowd's tense silence was broken when one of the warriors spit blood out from his mouth.

The crowd began to stir at this. They stared intently at the arena. The winner would be determined soon.

Just then, a figure was blasted out from the mist and fell on the ground heavily, and the other figure was forced to skid backwards for about ten steps. The throng took a closer look and realized that on the ground lay Lean.

"Gosh! He lost! Lean lost! The number two outer disciple lost!" The crowd was shocked, their jaws agape. And yet they had expected this result somehow. They had begun to believe Ricky would win this time.

The men from the Refinement Faction were stone-faced. This situation was more humiliating for them when they saw their warrior defeated by Ricky with ease.

"Pah!"

Lying on the ground of the arena, the limp, pale-faced Lean spat out blood again. The power from the Pure Masculinity in his body had already drained completely.

"No, no! No way! This isn't true! How could it be possible that I have lost!?" he struggled to shout with a pained face. He staggered to his feet, trying to recollect his power and launch another attack at Ricky. There was no way he would let him win.

But when Lean tried to activate his internal strength, he felt the crushing weight in his chest. Only then did he realize that he was hurt too badly to fight anymore.

"Nothing is impossible! I told you at the beginning, I will beat you with my method!" Ricky said condescendingly, walking up to Lean.

Ricky wanted very much to kill Lean right then and there. But he knew he couldn't, not with Zenith and the other elders still present. That would be too arrogant and he was sure that those elders would prefer to keep a strong yet modest disciple, so what he had done was enough to prove his point.

"This fight proves that I have the strongest flesh among the outer disciples!"

Ricky announced loudly to Lean, and to everyone from the Refinement Faction. He needed not to conceal the extent of capabilities anymore, as everyone had witnessed his full power now.

"So arrogant!" "How could he be so arrogant?!" Many inner disciples from the Refinement Faction started to curse at him upon his bold announcement.

"Oh, god! He is so arrogant! How dare he say that in public when there are so many men from the Refinement Faction present?"

"Perhaps that's just part of him being a genius!"

"Well, he's right! He has proven himself to be stronger than any outer disciple! Don't you think so? We all saw what he just did!"

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"Ricky, Ricky!" Lean snarled, squeezing the name out through his gritted teeth. In agony, Lean could do nothing but shoot Ricky with a hateful glare. His movements were restricted thanks to Ricky's attack. Oh, how he wished he could slaughter him into pieces!

"You are lucky, don't you know? This is a Snow Sect Competition and I can't just kill you here and now. Otherwise, the outcome would have been very different!" Ricky whispered in his ear, threateningly.

He then turned around and jumped off the arena casually, leaving the weakened Lean dumbfounded on the floor.

Once again, Lean spat red, blood dripping from his mouth.

So far, the competition for the strongest body was over. Ricky ranked the second among the outer disciples. Lean, meanwhile, had already dropped to the fifth for now.

The elders were shocked and yet also pleased to have witnessed Ricky's ability. As Elder Evan declared the end of this competition, the next battle began soon after.