Chapter 130: Let It Begin (2/2)

After Lei Jiang's victory came the man with the red bow, Lan Huang as he faced against one of the Fisherman's disciples, a young girl who carried a simple fishing pole in her hands.

In all honesty, Lan Huang really resembled that of a bandit. His face had a vicious expression and that red bow did nothing to aid his appearance. Not to mention, his hair, wild and unkempt, it seemed he did not bother to clean up his appearance. Furthermore his clothes were quite different, a mixture of leather and chainmail, it did not have the same extravagance as some other uniforms. The most striking part about his attire was the fur pelt that out lined his leather vest, a deep violet color that complimented his red bow. Most likely it was from a beast he hunted.

Lan Huang was quick to anger and ruthless, yet his reputation was quite the opposite. Much of the money he earned would be donated to orphanages or poor villages. Some stories say that he even wove clothing for some of the children with the materials he harvested from the beasts he killed. People believed that he himself came from such an origin, lucky enough to have been taught by a master.

As for the young girl, she moved in the same manner as her master, even dressed the same way. Put in a crowd of villagers and she would blend perfectly. Her looks were ordinary, a freckled face and a slim body. Her fingers were wrapped tightly with bandages, she wielded the fishing pole loftily.

Their battle was quite interesting. As Lan Huang fought from afar, his opponent would have a hard trouble battling him. But instead, it was the other way around. He could only attack from afar. If he got closer by even an inch, retreating would be difficult.

Why is that?

The girl was too skilled and her weapon was truly unusual. She moved the fishing pole with finesse and the fishing line seemed to go where ever she pleased. But for Lan Huang, it was hard for him to track where she would attack next. Not only could she control where the fishing line moved but she could even lengthen or retract it.

It was undoubtedly worse than a whip.

Lan Huang moved around quickly, shooting an arrow every now and then. His bow was different from the conventional ones. The body of it was much more curved and shorter while the string seemed to be thicker. With both these elements, his firing speed was incredibly quick and powerful.

As the battle continued both of them began using their moves. The girl manifested waves of water from her fishing pole. As for Lan Huang, his signature fire arrows came into play but even more was revealed than that. He did not delve into the Dao of Fire. Rather those fire arrows were inventions of his. His Dao of Archery had contraptions and pure ingenuity merged together. He had all sorts of arrows from ones that created smoke to another that turned into a net.

In the end, he came out as the victor after trapping her with a net of rope. Despite the Fisherman's disciple having skill, she barely even moved after all she was able to deflect his arrows with the fishing line. Ultimately, that made her a much easier target.

Following their battle came numerous others, someone that used hidden weapons, another who excelled in the Dao of Music, a swordsman that focused on the Dao of Shadows. There was a fan user that focused on the Dao of Illusion, a body and martial cultivator whose fists was alight with flame. There was even a participant who used a giant jade brush to paint images that would come to life. This was the Dao of Ink.

In the vast world, anything could become the Dao. So long as one had proficient understanding and their line of thought was sound.

After all of these duels, everyone was excited and satisfied from seeing such sights.

However, there was only one party that had yet to participate, the Tao Feng Sect. No one forgot about them and at the end of everything, they looked to the young master, Zuo Er.

He stood up and walked to the arena. There was a paper talisman in his hand, already crushed in his hands.

”Truly I am grateful to have been invited to an occasion such as this. An opportunity I could not refuse”, he said, ”But now, I say that the real battle will begin.”