The legendary warrior

Chapter 86 Lyndon From The Family of Greenhill

As the roaring flames reached the peak, Ricky's body and his saber instantly transformed into a flame furnace, rushing like a lionhearted deer at his opponent.

A loud noise ran through the arena! "Clang!"

With their weapons colliding together again and again, the sounds of combat resounded through the air as sparks flew. The force of roaring flame outshone and scorched the force of flushing tree. But the force of flushing tree which boasted infinite vitality surged with a stronger power in a flash.

The two warriors' robes fluttered and whistled as air flew through them.

In a split second they had vanished, appearing on the other side of the arena instantaneously. The disciples present had no time to even digest what had happened. They could only turn their heads in shock to see the two warriors' sabers cross together violently, and their fists collide fiercely as well.

Back and forth, they shuttled from one side to another side, fighting intensely. It was a well-matched battle.

As the collision grew more and more volatile, the saber-light along with the murderous intent in the young man's eyes became much, much stronger. He became a merciless warrior and thought only of fierce attack. He forged ahead and moved forward without any thought of defending himself.

"That warrior has definitely used another cultivation method, a method could help to improve saber- light as well as murderous intent," a disciple in the crowd speculated.

Under such an aggressive attack, Ricky had to activate his Second Degree of Nine-degree Body Refining Formula and dual powers to counter the mysterious young man. However, it barely broke even. If Ricky wanted to win, he would have to use other maneuvers.

"Bang!"

After a round of intense combat, Ricky and that young men parted for the first time with an earsplitting sound.

They stopped and looked at each other, both stone-faced.

They both knew that it would be meaningless to continue to tie. Only if they played their ace moves would the winner be determined.

"We are peers and entered the same realm of martial arts. You have been the first opponent who has ever been able to keep up with me to this degree," the mysterious young man broke the silence "So now, I will tell you my name, because I want you to know who it is that defeated you."

"Finally!" Ricky replied softly.

"I am Lyndon from the family of Greenhill - an innate spirit clan in West Desolate Land. You should remember my name. You will never forget that the name of the person who beat you is Lyndon."

To tell the truth, Lyndon was quite eager to kill Ricky then and there. But he didn't dare in front of these three powerful demi-immortals.

"I have heard of the West Desolate Land. But I have never known this so-called Greenhill Clan," Ricky replied with contempt.

'Innate spirit clan? So what? We Snow Sect are not lacking in such innate spirits, ' Ricky thought.

"Greenhill Clan! How could he be the young master of Greenhill Clan!?" the disciples exclaimed. Though Ricky knew little about Greenhill Clan, the same couldn't be said for the rest of the people there.

"It was heard that Greenhill Clan represented the largest family across West Desolate Land and boasted two innate spirits. Together with Western Desolate Palace, Greenhill Clan governs the whole

Western Desolate Land!"

A few disciples from Shui Clan looked at Lyndon, their eyes shining with admiration. How noble the young master from innate spirit clan was! They at the same time cast an envious glance at Dora, who had once again assumed her haughty smile.

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"Sister, we three should pay intent attention. One of them is the young master from Greenhill Clan and the other is a talented disciple from the Snow Sect. We had better look out for them," the grandmaster of Purity Faction said.

"Don't worry! I will use my power to stop the fight when the time comes and protect us from injury."

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"How dare you not know Greenhill Clan? You dare belittle us!" Lyndon growled in response to Ricky's retort, his eyes were full of murderous intent. If looks could kill, Ricky would have died a thousand of times.

"Why would I know your clan? We never talk about you in the Snow Sect," Ricky replied coldly, annoyed by Lyndon's self-importance.

Lyndon furrowed his brow and stayed silent. He knew that words were empty now. He had to enhance his power and defeat Ricky.

"The blood power of innate spirit! Vitality is endless!"

Lyndon roared and his body suddenly transformed dramatically. His black hair, eyebrows and even his face turned a rich blue instantly.

But the outside was not important. What mattered to Ricky was that he felt a strong vitality emitting from Lyndon. It seemed this kind of vitality could even bring Lyndon back to life even if he was killed.

"Another kind of blood power of innate spirit! These talents from the big clans do deserve their repute in the martial arts world! Indeed they all have their own peculiarities!" Ricky exclaimed to himself. But he didn't show his trepidation.

He knew that his existence was meant to complete with these talents.

Even if these warriors possessed advanced spiritual meridians, he was still there, up against them. Even though he possessed no strong blood power of innate spirit and talent, Ricky knew this didn't matter. He owned a new powerful spiritual meridian and the Chaos Manual.

In a flash, Ricky transformed as well. Now he looked much more enigmatic, his frozen crystals and roaring flames revealing themselves splendidly.

"Runic power! It was runic power! What on earth is the kind of spiritual meridian that Ricky possesses!?" noisy chatter began to build up again upon seeing Ricky's change.

'Oh, you would all be so surprised if only you knew that Ricky has only one incomplete spiritual meridian, ' Agnes thought to herself happily, after witnessing this magical scene.

"You all only think of Ricky's incomplete spiritual meridian, ignoring his perseverance, boldness, and bravery. Those are the real reasons why he has gotten so far!" she murmured to herself.

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"Runic power! Is this your ace?" Lyndon said in astonishment. Nonetheless, he was disdainfully looking at Ricky's scarlet runes.

"Well, then! I will show you what the bloodline of innate spirit truly is and why Greenhill Clan never loses!

Endless Flushing Strike!"

Lyndon roared and wielded his saber directly towards Ricky. This strike seemed plain and ordinary but the blade of his saber was overflowing with vitality and strong murderous intent.

"Hyah!"

Ricky clutched his saber and leaped through the air. It looked and sounded like he had turned into a ferocious tiger in the arena.

Ricky crouched low ground like an aggressive tiger who was waiting for a golden opportunity to strike his prey. His eyes gleamed red, glowing intensely.

'What is Ricky going to do? Is this a cultivation method?' many disciples from Shui Clan felt confused. They looked at each other, shaking their heads.

"It could be a cultivation method related to fierce beasts! His roar and posture just now was emulating the actions of a ferocious tiger!"

Yes! Ricky had used the tiger-imitating cultivation method from the Five Beasts Arts.

Suddenly, it was clear to everyone that Ricky's body now revealed a virtual shadow of scarlet tiger with his roar echoing through the whole arena. His fore feet stepped toward to counter Lyndon's Endless Flushing Strike.

"Incompetent cultivation method! You will soon fail!" Lyndon growled angrily, his lips curling up in contempt. This young nobody dared to pull this trick!

Endless Flushing Strike was hurtling towards Ricky now. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Ricky meanwhile moved quickly, turning into a real tiger with his bent legs giving a sharp kick. In the soil of the arena, the tiger's footprints had embedded themselves. The disciples gasped and leaned forward to see better.

Promptly Ricky jumped straight at Endless Flushing Strike, meeting it mid-air.

His hands were shaped like tiger's paws and his Second Degree of Nine-degree Body Refining Formula reached the peak. Instantly, the Endless Flushing Strike of Lyndon seemed to succumb to the control of Ricky's palm.