The legendary warrior

Chapter 79 A Landslide Defeat Of The So-called Genius

The night had gone by in a flash.

The next day, the square of the Purity Faction was already full of people. They all seemed to be women.

Right in the middle of the square, two huge rings had been erected.

Ricky and his fellow warriors too had come to the ring, waiting to fight any moment now.

It was no longer Agnes and her fellow Shui disciples who were put up to the challenge this day, but their companions whom they had invited.

"Gentlemen! You know that faction contests are very important to us, so please understand that there can only be one winner among the ten of you!" said the Elder of yesterday, as she ascended the dais.

"The battles among you will be fought in two groups today. First, the two groups will decide who the strongest one is among them, and then the two of them will battle it out.

Please draw first. Proceed to ring one if you draw a number, and ring two if you don't."

Soon, Ricky and the others finished the draw and were evenly divided between the two rings.

"It's a pity you're not on the same ring with me." Sherry's companion said sarcastically, as he glanced at Ricky's hand.

"You should thank God for your luck!" Ricky sneered.

"You're playing with fire. You know what? I'll make you suffer even if we're not in a same ring! I promise you that!"

"All right, gentlemen, now please battle it out in your respective rings!" The Elder instructed.

The battle began.

It was Sherry's companion with four other warriors in the second ring.

Agnes had told Ricky about the identity of Sherry's partner. He was a young master named Alan from the West Vanity Valley, a force equivalent to the Shui Clan.

Alan growled in his ring, "You'd better fight together against me, or every one of you will eat my dust!"

"You are so arrogant and conceited!" His four other opponents said fiercely, enraged by his words.

After a glance of agreement between them, they then all launched an attack to Alan. The peak momentum characteristic of the ninth grade of Skin Refinement was simultaneously condensed into the strongest offensive level and blasted at Alan.

"There!" Alan sneered at the sight. There was a rising momentum in him mixed with blood vitality that shook the bodies of the four men who had attacked.

He then took advantage of the opportunity to move quickly and threw two punches, sending two of his opponents crashing to the ground immediately, too hurt to fight back.

"That's the first grade of Blood Purification! Or it could even be the peak of it!"

"The young man Sherry invited turns out to be a genius at the first grade of Blood Purification!" This made a number of spectating female disciples exclaim, with admiration gleaming in their beautiful eyes.

"How come I don't know anyone at the first grade of Blood Purification under 16 years old!?" Some of them even said ruefully.

"I already know who he is! That's young master Alan from the West Vanity Valley!" A voice of surprise arose upon recognizing the warrior.

Hearing this, the female disciples grew even more fascinated.

At the sight of this, Sherry pouted her proud little mouth and looked at Agnes contemptuously. She tossed her hair back and smiled to herself. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

The commotion being made about Alan caused him to stop taking his fight seriously. But it had been enough. The two remaining warriors trembled and threw in the towel, unwilling to suffer like the first two who now lay groaning on the ground.

"This is what I expected from a genius: being aggressive!"

…

At this time, Ricky was fighting in the first ring with another warrior at the ninth grade of Skin Refinement.

"Alan is very strong indeed, and also one of the three young masters of the West Vanity Valley!" said one of the elders on the dais. "But there is a certain arrogance in his character, one must admit."

"Geniuses are all like that! Besides, we're just going to have him do our bidding to take control of Billow City!" laughed another elder.

…

After fighting for a while, Ricky felt it was time to stop holding back, so he broke out with some more strength and beat his opponents together with the warrior at the ninth grade of Skin Refinement..

After a moderately manageable battle, Ricky finally emerged the winner.

"Has he just been pretending to be weak?" Agnes muttered to herself.

"He's really good at pretending. What a silly man!

But to think about it, it is a decent tactic. Sherry and Alan won't know what's coming after!" Agnes felt delight at the thought.

Ricky and Alan were now in the same ring, and everyone had turned their attention to the tension between the two visiting warriors.

Of course, Alan was the focus. Not many knew who Ricky was.

"Which of these two young men do you think will win?" asked the elder Elder on the dais, looking at the two.

"Well? Have you discovered anything yet?"

"I'm not sure, but I can tell this Ricky whom Agnes brought is somewhat enigmatic, and he is also a disciple of the Snow Sect after all. Besides, they've both been extremely at ease from the start."

"Indeed, sister, and I don't think they're faking their calmness."

…

"Well, God seems to be on my side. I was planning to confront you after this fight, but I never thought you would even have enough strength to win the battle in ring one," Alan said, looking at Ricky in a sinister way.

Even if Ricky and he had no history or previous animosity, Alan was spurned forward by Sherry's promise to be at his mercy tonight if he humiliated Ricky and thus made Agnes embarrassed.

Imagining what Sherry's fascinating skills would be like in bed, Alan was anxious to deliver on his side of the agreement.

Outside the ring, Sherry looked at Agnes haughtily and disdainfully, as if to say, "Prepare to carry him back later!"

...

"Well, I said that you should feel lucky you've never battled me in a ring before," Ricky said indifferently. "But your luck is running out."

"I'll beat the crap out of you!"

Shouting this, Alan gathered the momentum of his fist and rushed to Ricky, punching him square on the mouth.

A sneer came over Ricky's lips, and he punched Alan right back, on his mouth as well.

"You're playing with fire!" Alan said angrily, seeing that Ricky unexpectedly dared fight back against him. He curled his lip, imagining what a terrible defeat Ricky would suffer next.

"Bam!" A muffled voice shrieked. As everyone had anticipated, a figure was flung back right away with a scream and landed heavily on the ground.

But it was not who they expected to see. Everyone was dumbfounded at the sight of Alan screaming in pain on the ground. Sherry's pride froze in an instant, the smile draining off her lips.

The elders on the dais couldn't believe it either.

"Sure enough!" Only the elder woman had anticipated the outcome. She nodding slightly, pleased at the turn of events.

"Humph! None of the geniuses of the Snow Sect can stand up to him, let alone a young master of the West Vanity Valley like your little participant," Agnes said to Sherry, holding her head high. But Sherry

didn't respond. Her eyes were still glazed over in shock.