The ice lotus fell to the ground in an instant!
The perceived temperature dropped rapidly.
Harry River, closest to Elaenor Wood, felt it most acutely!
He couldn’t help but shiver, instinctively wrapping his cotton clothes tighter.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The man attempting to challenge Elaenor Wood quickly retreated, a layer of frost forming on his body!
"Eleven Martinez, if you’re not up to the task, retreat early," Pranay Martinez said with a smirk, hands behind his back, "Your brother lost, if you lose again, the two of you won’t need to co next year!"
The cave erupted in laughter.
Thirteen Martinez’s face turned red, his teeth clenching, eyes growing urgent!
His hands clenched into fists, tightly!
But there was no solution.
Winner takes all, loser loses all.
Though he carried imnse strength, he still lost...
Ridicule and heckling did not crush Eleven Martinez; instead, it made him stronger!
"If I lose today, we won’t have the face to co here next year to drink and eat." Eleven Martinez rolled up his sleeves and blew into his fists.
It’s really cold!
The once warm cave was now below zero.
Many instinctively huddled tighter.
Swish!
A shadow flashed by!
Above Elaenor Wood, bursts of electricity appeared.
Like a field of purple clouds, suddenly filled with thunder and lightning!
Seeing this scene, Julius Reed felt even more intrigued inside.
The air was filled with various ions.
This man nad Eleven Martinez could actually manipulate these ions to form fields of electricity in the air.
And the electricity was truly remarkable!
If one were struck, death would be certain.
But Julius Reed wasn’t worried.
If Elaenor Wood could die, then she was unworthy as an opponent.
"Profound Thunder Striker!"
Eleven Martinez took a deep breath, instantly clasping his hands together!
Crack!
The purple cloud seed compressed, bursting forth with lightning!
A heavenly thunder directly struck down!
"Please, have a drink!" Elaenor Wood lifted her cup without looking up!
Crack!
The lightning struck the cup, causing the liquid inside to boil!
The cup, made of pure copper, surrounded by electricity, was truly spectacular!
Elaenor Wood turned her head to look at Eleven Martinez!
Her wrist trembled slightly!
The drink, now charged with lightning, splashed out directly!
Whoosh!
Eleven Martinez sidestepped, the liquid grazing his hair, crashing into the wall!
Bang!
A booming sound.
White smoke rose from the stone, leaving a scar!
Eleven Martinez, hair wild and his face darkened, remained shocked.
The air was filled with a burnt sll.
"Wonderful!"
Upstairs.
Pranay Martinez clapped, nodding, "Indeed, all are experts. Eleven Martinez, do you concede?"
"The word ’surrender’ does not exist in the life of Eleven Martinez! If I must choose one word to represent failure, it would be ’death’!"
Eleven Martinez combed through his hair, eyes filled with boundless fighting spirit!
"Good!"
The crowd continued applauding, moved by Eleven Martinez’s courage!
"Those who can control lightning are truly one in a million." Julius Reed, sipping his drink, murmured, "These people in the cave, none are normal. It’s only you and I; any other martial artist would have been killed already."
After speaking, he picked up a bear heart, slowly chewing.
Typical martial artists primarily train in martial arts.
Others are more often regarded as dabbling in the dark arts.
The ideas passed down for thousands of years uphold the high status of martial arts in the hearts of martial artists.
Anyone trying to take shortcuts would be seen as dabbling in the dark arts.
Like Thirteen Martinez’s strength and the electricity of Eleven Martinez before us, many martial artists haven’t witnessed such things in their lives.
"Indeed, even I find it sowhat taxing." Elaenor Wood poured herself another drink.
Beside him, Harry River grew more fearful as he listened!
If it were his turn, could he still retain a whole corpse?
One punch from Thirteen Martinez can turn him into pulp!
The lightning of Eleven Martinez can char him to ashes!
Harry River surveyed around.
Nurous people surrounded them.
Truly, if a fight broke out, those two wouldn’t be able to worry about him.
I’m done for!
Harry River fished a card from his pocket, trying to predict his fate.
It’s damn hard!
At the sa ti!
Eleven Martinez sprang like a leopard!
Covered in electricity!
Swoosh!
Elaenor Wood stood up, splashing her drink!
Then!
Smashed three punches!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Electric light flashed!
Eleven Martinez’s punches landed on the ice mist ford by the white wine, producing sounds of ice breaking!
Finally!
His fist, carrying irresistible montum, advanced toward Elaenor Wood!
Slap!
Elaenor Wood’s figure burst with motion!
The right hand suddenly grabbed down!
The left hand punched out, clashing with Eleven Martinez!
Crack!
In an instant!
Eleven Martinez’s hand frosted over!
Numbness!
Fear!
After briefly losing focus, Eleven Martinez shouted, "I concede, don’t kill !"
He was a martial artist!
Of course, he knew what it ant!
"Spare him!"
Whoosh!
Pranay Martinez vanished on the spot!
Instantly appeared beside the two!
Slash!
A glint of cold light flashed!
The blade in Pranay Martinez’s hand swept out, severing Eleven Martinez’s arm!
Blood splattered!
"Stop the bleeding!" Pranay Martinez stowed his dagger, swiftly grasping Eleven Martinez’s arm, and sprinkled so powder, which had mysteriously appeared in his palm, onto the wound!
Amazing enough, the wound didn’t continue bleeding.
Simultaneously!
Elaenor Wood’s hand held the severed limb, which was thoroughly frozen.
He released his grip.
The icy arm fell to the ground.
Crack!
Shattered into ice shards, unrecognizable.
Eleven Martinez’s spine chilled, sweating in fear!
Had Pranay Martinez acted a mont later, he feared he would beco icy debris like the arm!
Unsettled!
Oddly, he found the pain of the severed limb not so unbearable.
"What skill! I’ve indeed underestimated!" Pranay Martinez didn’t lose his temper over Eleven Martinez’s arm being severed but instead seed excited, "Next is the elder one! Well, seventh son of Martinez’s family, are you seeking redemption? That right there is your seat! If you don’t reclaim it, next year you’ll join the other two..."
"Mister Martinez, I, seventh son of Martinez’s family, may be naive, but I’m no coward! Since both brothers fight for honor, I, seventh son of Martinez’s family, will not back down!"
A middle-aged man with a stubbly beard, standing at one and a half ters, pounded his chest with a fierce expression!
Upon hearing these words!
Harry River’s hand trembled, and cards spilled onto the table.
To hell with it!
Is there even a need to predict?
Yet Harry River refused to give up!
Wasn’t it said that after eting the Saint Lord, prosperity would be limitless?
Why in just one day is he already feeling dood?
This action left the seventh son of Martinez’s family utterly surprised!
Indeed!
Filled with panic!
Fear!
Could it be...
Impossible!
Seventh son of Martinez’s family imdiately denied his own thoughts!
The two young individuals are so powerful.
The elder traveling with them, how could he be a coward?
Seventh son of Martinez’s family was a martial artist.
He could sense that the opponent seemingly didn’t possess any skills.
In such a situation, only two possibilities exist!
Either.
The opponent is a supre expert!
Or!
The opponent is an ordinary person!
Upon realizing this, seventh son of Martinez’s family summoned his courage and shouted, "Die!"
Before the voice faded!
He struck out with a punch!
Toward the back of Harry River’s head!
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