Chapter 23: The Followers of the Templar (1/2)

Chapter 23: The Followers of the Templar

Translator: OneshotwonderEditor: Tehrn

”Hehe Kiddo, we have finally met a worthy opponent, I bet his soul power is on par with yours!” Mr. Wannabe was very excited to finally be able to watch a good fight.

Unlike most fighters who would focus on cultivating soul power while ignoring the technique of challenging one's GN power, Wang Tong's power was unconventional, although he had only about 100 sols of soul power, the effect of the 100 sols was deadly thanks to his almost impeccable skill in channeling his GN power, a talent that had even made Mr. Wannabe feel jealous.

Although he was impressed by Wang Tong's raw talent, Mr. Wannabe was also aware that Wang Tong still had a long way to go in order to catch up with master level fighters; therefore, he had been nipping away at Wang Tong's complacency, trying to drive him to improve. That was the reason why Mr. Wannabe always acted as if he never approved of Wang Tong's achievements. Although it would hurt Wang Tong's feelings, it was also an effective way to get the message across when Mr. Wannabe could not fight Wang Tong himself and make the point directly.

Wang Tong had learned many wild and unrestricted moves in desperate combat with Zergs, but that did not undermine the power of the coup de grace of major sects since they had withstood the test of time.

Sharp Razor cracked a smile and said to Wang Tong, ”Fellow Brother, me and my friend Nonchalant Playboy, a master swords player, were utterly impressed by your performance—”

”Save the courtesy, let’s begin, with METAL or not, you decide,” Nonchalant Playboy spoke frankly and cut Sharp Razor short.

”I don't have a METAL suit; it's up to you if you want to wear it or not.”

Nonchalant Playboy was bemused for a second and broke out laughing, ”Sh*t, and I thought I was arrogant. It would take a Templar's follower to defeat me; you are just full of yourself.”

”Templar's follower? What the heck is that?” Wang Tong asked in confusion.

Both opponents shrugged their shoulders at Wang Tong, it then seemed evident to them that Wang Tong was just another powerful but ordinary fighter since he was oblivious about the followers of the Templar.

”Don't worry about it, let's just fight.” Miao Xiu reckoned that it would be just another match with an ordinary opponent; he just wanted to finish it as soon as possible.

Wang Tong liked his brashness and said, ”Alright, let's begin.”

Luv Ma, aka Sharp Razor, retreated to a corner of the arena. There were no referees to keep tab of both fighters’ scores as these fights were usually quick and decisive.

As soon as the ring was cleared, Nonchalant Playboy smiled casually at Wang Tong as if he was waiting for Wang Tong to strike first. Wang Tong seemed to have understood his opponent's intentions, but just when he was least expecting it, his seemingly nonchalant opponent had acted first and attacked Wang Tong with surprise.

However, Wang Tong was not startled by the sneak attack, as he dashed forward, mirroring his opponent's move.

What followed were a few dozen exchanges of fist punches and sword slashes. Luv Ma observed every move of the two fighters and paid particular attention to Wang Tong as he noticed that Wang Tong's soul power was at least on par with Miao Xiu’s; his GN power, however, as Luv Ma estimated, must be even stronger. It was hard for him to believe that someone with this much power was not one of the followers, not to mention being oblivious about it.

Although Wang Tong had proven to be a worthy opponent, Luv Ma was then still confident that Miao Xiu's victory was only a matter of time. Miao Xiu had been a follower of the Templar ever since he was sixteen, and under the Templars, he had been studying the sacred tactics of Hexa Solaires, and through years of cultivation, his EMF had reached at least one hundred sols. His deadly power was further enhanced by his keen sense on the battlefield. Miao Xiu's victory was imminent.

Both fighters had exchanged another fifty or so rounds of attacks, and the last exchange ended in an explosive impact which staggered both of them back.