Chapter 2050 - Forgetful (4) (1/2)

Kedar stumbled backward, barely dodging the spear, only to trip over his own feet.

Brady was stunned by Kedar's level of incompetency and sent a quick glance over to Dyon. Seeing that he didn't care, he only grew bolder, sending forward another piercing strike.

Lightning crackled along in his grey spear, following a swift boom of thunder.

Brady couldn't help but relish the feeling of the weapon in his hand, he could have never imagined that weapons so good existed.

After Dyon confiscated all of their weapons before, he thought that it was because he wanted to use them for his own army. But who would have known that a casual wave of Dyon's palm could create a weapon far better than he had ever laid eyes upon?

His qi surged through its body with ease and its balance couldn't have been more perfect… The ideal weapon for murder!

Kedar's was cut a sorry figure as he stumbled around the underground grey space. At one point, he directly began to run, avoiding Brady in every way he could.

At this sight, the geniuses of the eight conquered clans felt their lips twitch, their gazes falling upon Dyon's lazy appearance.

Geniuses, you say? If they're geniuses, then isn't everyone in existence a genius?

Soon, Kedar's stamina began to falter. At the end of the day, how could someone who was effectively still a saint match a celestial in qi density?

The saddest part was that, by Dyon's senses, Kedar's qi actually was the denser of the two. Though Brady was a Celestial, Kedar was a Ninth Order Saint, while Brady was a Second Grade Celestial, there should have been a massive gap between them.

But, Kedar foolishly overused his qi, putting his full effort into dodging. Instead of using just as much qi as he needed, he always overdrew himself, not having the calm state of mind a warrior should.

Injuries began to acc.u.mulate along his body, none of them shallow.

”I forfeit!” Kedar cried out.

Dyon casually munched on a gr.a.p.e. ”Sorry, no such thing in this competition of mine. Also…”

Suddenly the arena shrunk by half.

”Every time you speak such nonsense, the arena will shrink by a fold.”

Brady's spear pierced forward, aiming directly for Kedar's heart.

At the last moment, Kedar only just barely managed to dodge to the side, but it wasn't for enough.

A heart-rending scream escaped his lips as his shoulder was skewered. The momentum of Brady's strike was so heavy that two men and a spear cut through the air, slamming into the protective barrier and causing nothing more than a small ripple.

”I'm sorry! I'll never look at your wife again!”

The arena shrunk by another half.

”Please, please save me!”