Chapter 272: Paragon of Perfection (2/2)

Jiang Long felt indignant; he registered that he had lost the battle not because of the lack of soul energy, but because the tactics he had cultivated were inferior to the Tactics of the Blaze.

He had recognized his opponent's advantage from the beginning of the match, and had wanted to finish him in the first few strikes before Lie Wushuang was able to materialize the power of his tactics. However, Lie Wushuang didn't give him a chance and dominated the combat from the first moment till the last.

Other audiences were appalled by the Martians' excessive pomposity. Some even booed at the cheerers.

”I can't stand this! These Martians are arrogant and conceited b*stards! Why would they humiliate other fighters like this?”

Looking at Jiang Long who had collapsed on the ground, Lie Wushuang extended his thumb downward with a smug look on his face. The Martians pompous actions had angered the Ivantians and the Earthlings.

Although Wang Tong really wanted to teach these four bullies a lesson, he conceded that he should exercise caution, as he was not sure if he would be able to defeat Lie Jian without a fully recharging his sea of consciousness.

The audiences had been expecting Wang Ben to revenge the fallen warriors, but the performance of Lie Wushuang make them doubt if even Wang Ben would be able to defeat the Martian. Although Wang Ben had leveled up to the fifth level, his opponents were no less potent than him. Three out of the four Martians were already graduated and serving the military, while the other one was the official member of the Sect of the Divine Master. It was clear that they had never planned on having fair fights.

Even after defeating Jiang Long, Lie Wushuang still felt anger burning inside him. Despite the double attribute of Wannabe’s GN force, he wouldn’t lose the battle if he had paid more attention. After all, he held an advantage in terms of superior soul energy.

”Is this all you Ivantians got? What a pathetic, useless piece of sh*t.” Lie Wushuang bawled out at the audience.

Ivantians had two of the five greatest tactics. However, one of the two was not meant for combat, and the other was so difficult that even the House Dower had not been able to succeed in their cultivation for many generations.

”Bullsh*t!” Lie Wushuang spat on the floor and was about to leave when someone stepped calmly onto the stage as silence fell into the entire arena.

This young man’s face could be said to be elegant, if not slightly effeminate.

”If you can counter just one strike from me, I will consider it your victory. ”

Li Jian leaped out of his chair in excitement as the sudden turn of event caught him off guard, ”More and more interesting!”

Li Shiming had also been watching the live broadcast. When he saw the new combatant, he pushed aside the paperwork and furrowed his brows.

The ostentation smug on Lie Wushuang's face faded away as soon as he saw the approaching young man. He immediately tightened his body into a defensive posture.

If there were one young fighter that Lie Wushuang needed to be wary of, it would be this one right in front of him, the paragon of perfection: Patroclus Dower.