Shi Lang and the rest of the sages were sitting in a big coliseum. He leaned back and with a calm expression on his face, and then Shi Tao asked, "Those are the opponents."
Shi Lang nodded slightly as he leaned over to rest his head on Alia's shoulder and said, "I want to sleep for god sakes this old punk dried out."
Alia chuckled softly and Tian Long from the row behind asked, "What did you make for him?"
Shi Lang yawned and said, "You will know in a bit now shut up, don't wake up until we are going back ho."
The people nodded and understood that Shi Lang had great confidence in Prince Bei Ming's abilities to deal with this stage. After a few minutes, the Envoy stood up and Shi Lang waved hand to make everyone stand up as well. He knew that the realm lord had arrived.
The entire coliseum was filled with people from the participant races. They all bowed down to the center where a man wearing a dazzling red armor appeared in the void. The man turned to look around and said, "Today, the battle of the first round will be held among many warriors, and I hope that you all do your best. May the best one wins."
That said, he vanished from the place and appeared in a small pavilion floating in the void. His servants prepared so tea for him. A person dressed similar to the envoy appeared in the center of the coliseum and said, "Now, would the representative of the Human race and the Glacial Corpse race step forward."
Prince Bei Ming stood up from the crowd and vanished before he appeared calmly inside the fighting arena which was a spatial enforced area, ten kiloter wide in diater. After a few monts, another humanoid creature appeared before him. This creature had a pale blue color, and ice blue eyes, his skin was so cold that it caused the vapors to condense.
The envoy said, "The battle will only end when either one of you die in battle. No surrender is acceptable."
The two people nodded and Prince Bei Ming rubbed a ring on his index finger. The next mont his body was covered with a scaled armor that was covered with fla runes. The zombie looked at Prince Bei Ming and said, "Are you ready to die human?"
Prince Bei Ming didn't reply, and he took a deep breath to calm himself down, he was not in the mood to say anything. He was out here to spell disaster for the race that took away his beloved. The one race that left a scar on his Dao Heart and his life. They would suffer the most cruel ending at his hands.
The middle-aged armored figure raised his head to the conductor and asked, "Lord Envoy, can you tell how quickly will the annihilation of the other sages from the race follow after the result?"
The envoy didn't understand the question, the entire coliseum was filled with murmurs, and the envoy replied, "Instantly."
Prince Bei Ming nodded and asked, "Please announce the beginning of the battle."
The envoy smiled and said, "Very well then, begin."
The next mont, Prince Bei Ming turned to look at the zombie across him with his spear pointing diagonally at him, as he said, "You may make the first move."
The Zombie chuckled and asked, "Are you sure? You might not live after that."
They all wanted to end the battle with the first move. Prince Bei Ming said, "I asked you to attack so that I can break it apart and then I would destroy you and your fellow sages."
The zombie chuckled and replied, "So be it, then."
The man made a seal with his hands and then a cold energy began to gather before him. Prince Bei Ming sensed the energy gather on the tip of his index finger. He watched and watched for a few minutes, the Dao Laws in the surroundings fluctuated, and the void rippled.
When he was ready, the Glacial Corpse Fighter said, "I am called Kurus, rember the na of the person who destroyed your race, weaklings. Superior Yin Finger."
Then he shoved his index finger at Prince Bei Ming. A huge index finger spirit phantom tore through the void and rushed toward Prince Bei Ming. The latter just watched the phantom advance towards him with a plain face. The coliseum had many people, so of the top races were not even bothered to look at the duel because this had nothing to do with them, such a weak match up was below there standard.
Prince Bei Ming made a seal with his two fingers and said, "Heavenly Needle."
A three inch long needle ca out of his forehead and the next mont, the needle shot through the void. Many people looked at the situation because that was the intensity of spear path Dao Laws resonating around the place.
The next mont even many of the sages who were practitioners of the spear path couldn't help but raise their brows at the situation. The needle gave them all a strong sensation and it wasn't very simple either, it moved through void without causing any special effect.
The people who held their spears in their laps could sense their weapons trembling. The needle t the phantom and the next mont, it vanished. The zombie laughed, and he said, "You lo..."
His words had yet to finish when the phantom finger dissipated and a fine hole appeared in his skull. The heavenly needle was levitating behind his head in the void, and it had directly pierced through the enemy's head without giving the latter a chance to react.
Kurus shivered and then his head exploded like a blue water lon. His Dao Soul was injured, and it wailed in pain. The heavenly needle began to fly around at blinding speed. It turned the Dao Soul into a sieve and after a few monts, it left the already injured soul with ten thousand holes.
The Dao Soul stared at Prince Bei Ming, who said, "Your race will pay the debt it owes with the deaths of all the sages. Consider it Karma, weakling."
Kurus Dao soul scattered and his body fell to the ground motionless. The envoy looked at Prince Bei Ming and said, "The Humans win!"
The people expected the human race to cheer, but they just sat down calmly with faint smiles, giving off the impression that sothing was up. Shi Lang was a cunning bastard, and he set up all this for the people to grow curious about them. He was playing the long ga, with nano bots recording every battle taking place from the next mont.
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