Chapter 388 Flying (Part Two)


    Cecil who could sense the change of airflow as it urred understood that he would need to move


    along with the eye of the cyclone to assure his safety. If not, he would be hurt by the wind des as


    well.


    As light as a swallow, Zen had been brought to the sky by the cyclone. He let the turbulent airflow


    propel him, and drifted with the wind.


    Although Cecil''s wind des were quite sharp, they were inferior to James'' sword energy.


    James had condensed a ton of dreadful sword intent into his sword energy. If Zen were struck by his


    sword energy, it was no doubt that he would be cut in half. Zen had no hope to fight against James''s


    sword energy unless he upgraded his body to the level of a fairy weapon.


    What was more, Cecil''s cultivation method was not quite suitable for a one-on-one challenge. Instead,


    if he were fighting on a battlefield, his Twins Chaos Cyclone might have yed a significant role,


    because the range of the Twins Chaos Cyclone wasrge and it would destroy allbatants sucked


    into it.


    To be frank, none of the members of the Zhuge n were good at fighting alone. Among the many


    cultivation methods passed from one generation to another within the Zhuge n, loads of them were


    on military strategy and tactics, as well as famous military formations. That was why the Zhuge n


    often dispatched their members to the Imperial Army as counselors. They were born to lead troops.


    Thus, even if the wind des cut Zen''s robe, they did not have the power to prate his spiritual


    weapon-like body.


    Gusts of violent wind carried Zen in the air. He was like a butterfly fluttering along with the wind and


    rain. Some thought he looked like a small boat rocked by a storm and frequently got swept away by


    huge tides but instantly steadied itself.


    Quite a few people were anxious as they watched Zen. Sweat beaded their foreheads as they worried


    about his safety.


    The All Peaks Competition, after all, was a contest designed to test the strength of disciples.


    Very few would put up a desperate fight when they were still in the group stage unless they were


    contending for the top 50.


    It would not matter if one lost one or two matches during the group stage. As long as they did not get


    eliminated, their goal was fulfilled. Some disciples would even go so far as to hide their real strength.


    Even if they went head-on with a much stronger opponent, to conceal their real power, they would often


    admit defeat on purpose to avoid exposing their ace cards too soon.


    ordingly, it was not wise to doggedly pursue a win during the group stage.


    Zen, however, was an outlier. He would never admit defeat. Over time, Zen had gained a better


    understanding of his martial arts capability.


    ''To reach the top rank in martial arts, I cannot use tricks. Even when I know that there are thistles and


    thorns ahead, I should grit my teeth and power through instead of sidestepping them.


    Though it''s fine to sidestep a difficulty, my aspiration will fade if I continued to do that. What''s worse is


    that I won''t advance on the road of practicing martial arts. Since I am determined to head far down this


    road, I must not cheat. No matter what my challenge, I will march forward with gritted teeth!''


    While Zen wanted to test his limits and push himself for the sake of his growth, what forced Cecil to the


    extreme was the enmity between Zen and his family. ''Killing Zen during this match would be perfect!''


    Spurred by their motives, the moment Cecil and Zen faced each other, they began a life-and-death


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    As the cyclone in the arena grew stronger and stronger, the airflow also grew intensive. All kinds of


    odd-shaped des shed with each other, before ricocheting in all directions.


    "Thump..."


    A wind de flew right toward Zen. It cut through his robe and sank into his flesh.


    Zen let out a muffled snort, but his heart leaped with joy—the wind de could not harm him. It left a


    shallow scratch on his body, but it did not harm him severely. The impact of the wind de, however,


    stimted the warm currents, which in turn, started to cleanse his corporeal body.


    ''Now that these wind des can''t hurt me, I don''t need to avoid them. Instead, I can let them strike me!''


    Before, Zen had tried to curl as much as possible to avoid the des. But now, he stretched out his


    arms and legs in the air.


    "Zen is in luck. He has managed to not be hit by a wind de until now. But, I''m afraid injury from this


    one collision will not be easy to bear! The de probably severed his bowels!"


    "Well, given the immense power of the Twins Chaos Cyclone, he is really, really lucky for not being


    minced yet. But this blow is the first of many. With a few more idental hits like this, he will be


    mangled..."


    "Why hasn''t he surrendered? If I were him, I would have given up a long time ago. While there is life,


    there is hope. Even if I lose this year''s All Peaks Competition, I can try again in three years. Regardless


    of this guy''s strength, he is definitely a lunatic!"


    As the disciples murmured between themselves, a huge wind de suddenly flew in Zen''s direction.


    Imagining the damage the massive wind de would do to Zen, many female disciples began


    shrieking.


    The battle referee looked grave, and hisplexion paled. ording to the rules of the arena, only


    when Zen admitted defeat would the referee be able to rescue Zen. Now, with the wind de about to


    hit Zen, he anxiously waited for Zen to shout "I give up!"


    However, to the referee''s surprise, Zen would rather collide with the wind de than surrender!