75 Bloodlus (1/2)

Xue Wei had previously seen the fear in other Fierce Beasts' eyes and knew that they would avoid him when they had the chance, but to see one commit suicide right in front of him shocked him to the core.

”What happened?” someone asked. ”He must have used another Spiritual Technique and taken control of the Fierce Beast,” someone answered hesitatingly.

Even the commander was frowning, and finally he reached the same conclusion as the speaker from before.

That Fierce Beast had committed suicide. It had to have been done by Xue Wei somehow.

Xue Wei's eyes glittered. He knew that he had done nothing. ”What is it that scares them to the point of killing themselves?” Xue Wei wondered to himself.

”I don't think Fierce Beasts are this horrified in front of a Primordial Beast even, so why are they so fearful of me? I have already been examined by a Diviner and a prophet – it's clear that I am not a Primordial Beast, but what am I then?”

Xue Wei shook his head and decided not to dwell on it too much. Right now, he was in a life-and-death battle. If he were too preoccupied, he would fall to enemies he usually did not hold in high regard.

Having decided not to think about it any longer, Xue Wei's mind descended into complete concentration again. He sat down for five minutes and pretended to be restoring his energy, but the truth was that he had not used any so far, and thus he just sat down and contemplated the fights.

The third battle was about to begin, and Xue Wei looked at the figure that appeared in front of him. This time, it was a deserter, the same category as the enemy that Xue Wei had faced back when he had been taking the trial to join the Genius Camp.

Xue Wei observed his opponent. So far, he had faced two opponents where both battles had had some sort of unknown factor to them.

Since this was the case, Xue Wei did not dare slight the opponent in front of him. Each individual had their strengths, and this expert was likely to also have some hidden strength. If Xue Wei allowed for him to use it, then it was likely that the fight would drag on and he would spend more energy than needed.

Since this was the case, as soon as the deserter appeared on the stage, Xue Wei launched the Forbidden Rush movement technique.

Azure Light Finger!

An azure beam shot through the arena and headed straight for the deserter who, with a shocked expression, tried to avoid the beam by throwing himself to the side.

Right at that moment, Xue Wei appeared in the air right above the deserter who had thrown himself sideways and was losing his balance.

Shattering Mountain Palm!

The palm descended with an azure gleam to it. The power of this palm made the air tremble and cracking sounds could be heard.

Xue Wei descended like a god of death; the deserter could feel nothing but his heart tremble when he lifted his arms and covered them with Qi to protect himself.

Unfortunately, this was far from enough to stop the Shattering Mountain Palm after Xue Wei had perfected the ability together with Lan, and the sound of arms breaking could be heard followed by the deserter being slammed into the ground. Blood sprayed from his mouth, and his eyes bulged out in shock.

Xue Wei used the Forbidden Rush Movement Technique to once more vanish into the thin air, and then he emerged right next to the deserter.

Kick of the Forgotten Kings!

This time his leg swept out and landed squarely on the chest of the deserter. More blood sprayed from his mouth as the sound of bones breaking could be heard.

The man's body was forced into the arena ground, and soon the eyes that were filled with shock and disbelief slowly turned dim.

Life had left the deserter after only two attacks. It had been an overwhelming victory, and Xue Wei had displayed two abilities that were of at least the superior rank.

The audience was quiet, and everyone was reeling in shock.

”I thought he specialized in spiritual arts?” someone muttered, and as the words left his mouth, an uproar exploded on the stands. Xue Wei had truly shocked them all with his display of raw power and ruthlessness.

What scared them, even more, was that, unknown to Xue Wei, a sinister grin had spread on his lips as the blood had splashed onto the stage.

With a final glance at all the gore that was on the stage, Xue Wei sat down and started cultivating.

This time he had used a bit of his energy to dispatch the deserter as soon as possible, but not enough to truly be of an issue.

Still, to ensure that he was at peak condition for each battle, he did not waste time, and five minutes had quickly passed before he stood up, his eyes blazing with the will to do battle and his lips curled in a cruel smile as he wished to kill.

He wished to kill everyone that he could find on the arena floor. He wanted to test his skills, and he was even more-so eager to smell the scent of blood.

Xue Wei felt it again. His body was boiling as if it was on fire. He could not stop before he got to fight, but another part of him was calm and collected, observing everything that was happening.