Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree Chapter 278 153: From Looking Down to Looking Up, It Just Ta

Ross looked up at Ji Jingqiu, his gaze shifting from disdain to looking up, filled with deep wariness.

"It seems you can't give a good fight," Ji Jingqiu looked down at him and whispered, "You're not even a match for my 'friend.' With the Martial Arts heritage he has, if he reached my current level of cultivation body progress, you might not be able to withstand his three strikes."

Ross's face, already flushed, turned even redder, as if bloodied.

Was he saying that Ross didn't even qualify to be an opponent's losing subordinate?!

He shouted angrily, his head tilted back, but in the Luofeng Ancient Country there is no secret technique that could transform rage into actual combat power. Under the relentless force of the long sword, he gradually went from kneeling on one knee to both knees.

Ji Jingqiu looked at him with a hint of pity.

That fragile pride and indulgence, like drawings made by a charcoal pencil, held a breakable beauty that one would particularly pity when shattered.

The long sword pressed against the heavy sword, slowly pressing against his neck, cutting a bloody line, but Ross's expression was stubborn, he gritted his teeth and refused to surrender.

"We concede this match!" Count Loren suddenly spoke up outside the stage.

Only then did Ji Jingqiu withdraw his sword, allowing the people from Luofeng Ancient Country to co onto the stage and carry the exhausted Ross away.

It was only then that everyone noticed Ji Jingqiu was still standing in his original spot; Ross's attack hadn't forced him to take a single step back.

The first battle ca to an end.

So people instinctively glanced at another platform where High Court and Holy Hall were sparring, realizing that their match was still entangled and unlikely to produce a winner anyti soon.

Moreover, aside from the fighters, almost everyone else was paying attention to the battle between the Federation and Luofeng Ancient Country.

It wasn't just because their purpose of coming here was the Federation, but also because of Ji Jingqiu's effortless display.

Since this tournant was in a round-robin format, there was no rest ti.

A second martial artist from Luofeng Ancient Country stepped onto the stage, his hands equipped with custom-made fist blade guards, his gaze intense, closely watching Ji Jingqiu's feet.

As the fight was declared to start,

A man nad Lu Sen, his body steaming with blood-colored Divine Evil, vaguely with a shadow of a soul erging behind him.

At the other platform, soone whispered, "That's the Ancestor God's Soul from Luofeng Ancient Country. This person is also an upper noble. As long as the soul shadow doesn't break, the person won't die—it's like having two lives. He should be able to last longer than the previous one."

With the addition of the soul shadow, Lu Sen's eyes turned a fierce red, his aura dramatically intensified. With the precedent of Ross's disastrous defeat, he unleashed all his power without reservation.

His figure instantly disappeared, as if slicing through space, and in a blink, he materialized behind Ji Jingqiu. However, before he could strike, he was t with a slashing sword.

Ji Jingqiu anticipated his attack pattern, twisted his body, and swung his long sword in a full circle.

Lu Sen's expression hardened, the intense Divine Evil within him bursting like fire, visibly darkening the air around him with black flas, instantly engulfing Ji Jingqiu.

This wasn't real fire but a Spiritual Attack, as soon as it touched even slightly, it would use the opponent's Power of the Spirit as fuel, constantly escalating the burn.

He attempted to use this secret technique to stop Ji Jingqiu's offensive.

However, in the next mont, Lu Sen felt a chill run down his spine, as the invisible black fire seed to enter the deep sea, not shaking Ji Jingqiu's offensive even for an instant!

The latter's hand holding the sword was as stable as Mount Taishan.

When fists t the sword, Lu Sen also felt the incredible force of the other, but he withstood it, though at the cost of the soul shadow behind him fading a layer.

Without hesitation, after successfully closing in, his fists ca crashing down like an avalanche!

But soon, his offensive seed like a stone cow entering the sea; Ji Jingqiu simply kept swinging his sword horizontally, effortlessly and leisurely, yet every strike precisely intercepted his attack trajectories, like a sea that swallowed all his efforts.

This made Lu Sen feel an overwhelming powerlessness as if he had plunged into the deep sea.

Ji Jingqiu repelled Lu Sen, lifted his sword, and calmly declared, "Second strike."

Lu Sen hastily retreated, utterly unprepared to hard block Ji Jingqiu's assault.

Yet, this strike seed to split the void, chasing his figure, and a sword fell in pursuit.

When fists t the sword, Lu Sen's soul shadow instantly dispersed, blocking this fatal strike, but he was still thrown back, forcefully smashing into the edge of the platform. When he struggled to get up and looked down, there was a line of blood in the middle of his chest.

Had it not been for the protection of the Ancestor God's Soul just now, he would have been split in half by that strike!

"I lost," Lu Sen took a deep breath, perford an ancient ritual towards Ji Jingqiu, ignoring Count Loren's dark glare, and walked back to Luofeng Ancient Country's resting area.

He was born into one of the thirteen upper nobilities of the Ancient Country and did not need to heed their team leader.

Count Loren's face looked unpleasant as he stared at Ji Jingqiu on the stage; two fighters had barely drained this young man's Qi Force, with this kind of progress...

Suddenly, Longsa said,

"Enough, Count Loren, I know you want to wear him down, but it's pointless."

"This person possesses secret techniques, striking with lethal force; against such a strong opponent, even hundreds of weaker fighters in succession can't drain much of his power."

In an instant.

Including Ross, the other young martial artists from the Luofeng Ancient Country side, their expressions turned extrely ugly.

They had just realized that Count Loren's insistence on putting Longsa last was to make them wear down the opponent's power!

Count Loren's face turned ashen, but he did not intervene any further.

If their four martial artists were defeated by one opponent, even if Longsa won, the reputation from this result would not sound good when reported back.

But soon, he seed to think of sothing, his face slowly turned around, calming down.