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"Can you handle those Seventh Cataclysm Tribtion Transcendance Realm Masters, zeheart!?" Shadowstrike inquired while in the midst of a battle himself.
"Of course I can!" zeheart responded with a smug expression as he sted away another Seventh Cataclysm cultivator.
OOOM!
zeheart''s aura increased a hundredfold as he stared down at the next set of Sixth Cataclysm Tribtion Transcendence Realm Cultivators!
His gaze turned ferocious as he shot toward the nearest contestant!
FWIP!
He appeared behind the unsuspecting man in but an instant!
"!?!?" The man was still trying toprehend what was going on.
However, before he could even quantify the disappearance of zeheart, he was sted outside of the fighting ring!
BOOM! BOOM!
The man was kicked straight into the outeryer of the protective barrier as he slid down the side of it with half his facepletely scorched.
"I told you these guys are nothing but chump change, Shadowstrike!" zeheart sneered with arrogance oozing out of his voice.
"..."
Shadowstrike was d that hispanion was faring quite well. However, he, on the other hand, found himself in quite a predicament.
Nheless, zeheart was faring far worse...
SHING! SHING!
Razor-sharp des capable of bissecting countries in half came flying in every direction, aiming straight for zeheart''s throat!
"Really!? Thirteen of you guys at once!?" zeheart questioned with an exasperated tone.
He couldn''t believe that thirteen experts at or around the peak stages of Tribtion Transcendance really stooped so low as to gang up on him!
"This is how it must be, zeheart! You are a threat! Which means that you must be eliminated!" One of the attackers shouted, his sword nearly reaching the neck of zeheart.
However, before it was able to touch him, zeheart swerved out of the way, counterattacking with an upward kick!
BANG!
A loud rattling sound followed as the attacker''s sword was flung out of his hand.
"!?!?" The attacker was bewildered by this development.
He assumed that hispatriots would lend him a hand; however, when he looked around and saw all of hispanions strung outside the fighting rings, his expression turned ashen
"H-How?" The attacker muttered in disbelief.
"It''s because you''re all far too slow," zeheart replied with a wide grin stered on his face.
Following his condescending words, he picked the man up by his cor before throwing him outside of the ring!
BOOOOOM!
The man crashed into the side of the protective barrier, subsequently falling unconscious with blood leaking out of his mouth.
"That was far too easy, Shadowstrike! You think we will acquire the fancy or any princesses with this show of power!?"
"Are you really looking to retire and be a gigolo so soon?" Shadowstrike questioned, his hand firmly sping onto the head of a Sixth Cataclysm contestant.
He threw the person outside of the ring before waiting for zeheart''s answer.
And it wasn''t long before zeheart replied, "Of course I am! I can''t wait to spend my life in luxury, snuggled up in the bosom of a princess! After all, it''s what I deserve for spending thousands of years doing all the dirty work for Asterion!"
Shadowstrike wore a disgruntled expression after listening to the ridiculous words of his friend.
How likely was it that a princess of high enough standing would be looking their way?? The chance was basically zero!
However, his thinking quickly flipped on its head when he saw a man even weaker than them receive flirtatious stares from all the princesses and even their moms and grandmas
Hell, even the aunts and cousins were looking at this man the same way!
Shadowstrike personally witnessed the most nondescript of them obtain the attention of essentially everyone in the crowd.
And all he was doing was dodging and weaving in between lethal attacks, barely escaping death
"Ow! This hurts so much, guys! Pl-Please stop" Azmond screamed out with a bloody countenance.
SHING!
A de flew past his neck, nearly taking off his head in one fell swoop!
"Stop dodging, you fu*king weasel!" A man in shiny golden armor shouted.
He was a Fifth Cataclysm Tribtion Transcendance Realm Master, and yet he was being yed around with by this damn worm!
SHING! SLICE!
Arge greatsword came flying from a different direction, aiming straight for the sickly man''s head!
The wind whistled as it felt like the great sword was capable of splitting an entire continent in half!
Azmond, in response to this attack, turned his ''shaky'' gaze behind him before he
*Roll*
He did a barrel roll, effectively dodging the strike that nearly cracked the fighting ring!
"!?" The man who swung the great sword was baffled by this development.
"Why did you dodge, you bastard!?" He roared with an enraged look on his face.
"Ahhh! It was because I don''t like scary things!" Azmond responded with a frightened expression.
His legs were shaky and his bnce was wobbly, yet he was still able to stay alive under the joint attacks of five different Fifth Cataclysm Tribtion Transcendence Realm Cultivators!
"!!!" "!!!" "!!!"
The five powerful cultivators were beyond pissed off at this man as they closed in on him from five different directions.
It was clear that they were trying to close him into an inescapable circle!
And since they could move many times faster than the man, they closed the gap between them in an instant!
ZIP! ZIP!
On top of that, they moved in sporadic ways while moving toward him, so as not to allow any space for him to escape!
Azmond watched this ridiculous tactic with an interested gleam in his eyes.
After a few nanoseconds of understanding what they were trying to do, he simply
BOOM!
Jumped up!
"!?" "!?" "!?"
All of the Fifth Cataclysm cultivators looked at this scene with dumbfounded expressions.
That was until the one holding the great sword spoke up by saying, "Why did you run, you weasel!? Come back here and face your death-!"
However, this man didn''t even get the chance to finish his sentence as a sword stabbed him in the side!
And the one who stabbed him was hispanion!
"You fucker Don''t you know how to swing that thing!?" The man hollored, blood drizzling down his lips.