30 Asura Feng Versus Tortoise Wonton (1/2)

The annual tournament lasted for a total of one full day, one full night and 7 hours into the next. Today was the final round including the final rankings to be announced once it was over.

Silver, Long Zhen, Fu Wonton, Fey Luden and Yan Li had made it to the final round without using their divine marks. Of course, no one could beat these 5 maroon cloaked demons even by using their divine mark. Attempts to overpower them were futile. Each individual that were somewhat famous for their battle prowess were all defeated by them one by one.

The crowds were sure these five would battle at the end during the last round, an exciting round yet to be seen.

”Everyone, thank you all for coming here today to witness the final round amongst these ten strongest fighters,” announced an old gentleman standing in the middle of the dueling platform.

”We have waited all day for this! Participant 9, Fu Wonton and Participant 1, Chu Feng to the stage!”

”I can't believe one of them is going against Chu Feng, son of the Wok City Lord!”

”Finally, we can see those maroon cloaked demons show their true abilities.”

”Hmph, our city lord's son will definitely beat that youngster!”

Both Chu Feng and Fu Wonton took their steps onto the dueling platform. Chu Feng had a delicate face that was still young and tender. He carried an air of nobility, yet it was without arrogance. He was deem one with a heroic spirit, just like his father, composed but full of energy.

Facing himself towards Fu Wonton, he gave a respectful smile and a martial greeting*.

At the moment, after Chu Feng gave his greetings, everyone was shocked. Fu Wonton took off his maroon cloak and returned it into his storage ring. Although, the crowd felt surprise, they held in their desires to scream at Fu Wonton for foul play. Under his maroon cloak, was a thin looking man wearing a grey mask.

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”He's so skinny! How was able to beat that giant from the Bean Clan?”

”Is everyone with the maroon cloaks wearing mask too? I was truly looking forward to see how these prodigies appeared!”

Just as the crowd begun simmering down, the other four wearing their cloaks, took theirs off too. Similarly, the crowd started making noise once more at the surprise.

”Settle down everyone!” shouted someone from afar. His voice carried throughout the stadium, silencing all down to a hush. Not to their surprise, their City Lord Chu was watching this annual tournament too. Everyone knew that the city lord was quite strict with their son but he truly doted on his one and only son.

”Please, begin.”

Chu Feng took a profound glance at Fu Wonton, immediately using his star mark. In an instant, his fist reached Fu Wonton left face, ready to bash off the mask. He was curious as to who was under that mask.

To his surprise, his fist stopped barely an inch away from Fu Wonton's mask. As if there was an invisible barrier between them.

”Chu Feng, I've heard your star mark was powerful. If you can destroy my barrier, you win but if you can't, I win,” stated Fu Wonton.

”Such arrogance!”

”Who dares to bet against the Chu Clan? He'll get himself killed spouting nonsense,” shouted someone from the stadium.

”Which bastard raised such a presumptuous son!”

When Fu Arus heard that comment, he sat down with his head hanging between his shoulders. He already knew his son was audacious but he didn't think it was to this extent.

'I'll make sure you get the beating of a lifetime,' thought Fu Arus when he turned his head towards his son.

'Even if you win!'

”This is the not first time someone had asked me that question, but I feel that you can actually amount to your words,” smiled Chu Feng activating his star mark.

The color of his eye changed into a faint red glow while a menacing aura took shape into black mists, pouring out of his body. Hundreds of wailing ghosts appeared one by one, circling around him. He appeared as god of war, bringing out a pitch black greatsword wrapped in clean white cloth strips at the handle. Lifting it up with one hand, he gave a battle-crazy smile towards Fu Wonton.

”Let's go.”

”My gosh! The legendary Asura Mark? Chu Feng carries the Asura Mark!” sputtered an elder, standing up in astonishment.

”Asura Mark?” asked one of the disciples.

”Thousands of years ago, there was buddhist god who was betrayed by his 7 brethren. Ultimately, they incurred his wrath as he traveled far and wide to kill each one. Once he finished his task, he disappeared from history. There were two others who held such legendary star mark but they couldn't handle it's wrath and died. This is the first time I've seen it but it matches with the description from the [Divine Mark Index]*.”