Tempest of the Stellar War

Translator: Abyssruler Editor: Lucas

Moving again, the speed of his pace was obviously faster by a level, but it gave people a feeling of lightness and flight. As for Black Charcoal, he did not even attempt to evade.

With his mastery of the advantages of the 8 Point Blade Technique, Lucifer attacked Black Charcoal until he had no way of retaliating. Everyone sighed. Continuously, this was the 60th battle already. Even though there were many where the opponents were easily defeated, but as this progressed, physical and spiritual energy were used up bit by bit. What to be afraid of was the accumulation of fatigue– once he met with powerful players such as Lucifer, he would be forced to the extreme instantly.

Lucifer’s lips curled into a smile. His opponent was totally suppressed by his steps. But his defense was still quite stubborn, too bad he was at his end already.

Hong…

A savage punch struck out. Black Charcoal defended again but this punch threw him out by 8 metres. Lucifer’s suppression became stronger.

“Black Charcoal, you are really not bad. I’m making the decision to give you a chance. Join our Wind group and I’ll help to make sure your roads in the World of Saints are smooth without obstructions!”

Lucifer said. To bully a newbie based on his acolyte level ability, there was no glory even if he won. Hence he wanted Black Charcoal to surrender willingly and join the Wind Group. This choice would be a win-win situation, gaining both fame and benefits.

To survive in this world, you needed some smarts.

Wang Zheng slowly stood up straight. The continuous 60 battles did considerably consume his strength and spiritual energy. The main point was that the 8 Point Blade Technique could not keep up with this level of consumption, except…

“If you have no other moves, I’m going to end this.” Wang Zheng said lightly.

Wang Zheng adhered to his own rules on dealing with different people. Yes, he was building his own rules. Those worth learning from, for instance this person in front of him, he would allow his opponent to show-off a little. If his level was too lousy, or he was too annoying, he would kill him directly.

Lucifer was stunned and could not hold back his laughter. “Since you are so stubborn, I will not hold back!”

Zeng…..

Lucifer’s own understanding of the Wind Step. It was a little incomplete just relying on the 8 Point Blade Technique’s support but was definitely unbeatable in the disciple level.

His silhouette suddenly became erratic, sometimes fast sometimes slow, but yet appeared behind Black Charcoal in a blink of an eye. He slashed down with his palm.

But at this moment, Black Charcoal moved forward a single step. The palm slash missed. Lucifer quickly followed by lashing out with a kick but…he missed by a bit again, this kick missed again…

Lucifer’s pace became faster. Step by step he forced closer to Wang Zheng and from the start to the end, Black Charcoal did not turn back.

The understanding of wind?

Lucifer’s situation could only be considered as having wind on the body, whereas Wang Zheng already understood the wind in his heart. In changing pace, yet filled with traces, it was no doubt that he was undefeatable to those opponents who relied on their sense of sight.

But to Wang Zheng…

Lucifer started to panic. It was hard for him to not be anxious, he kept attacking from the back yet his opponent refused to turn back. And there were so many people watching. This was so embarrassing.

Lucifer’s attacks became fiercer and fiercer. He missed continuously. He could not take it.

But Wang Zheng still maintained his simple changing pace, moving as his heart willed. Compared to the complicated moves of his opponent, his was very simple yet every step was in the crucial position.

This type of suppression made Lucifer depressed until he wanted to vomit blood. This meant that his opponent had already seen through his moves, but shit, he was not “looking” at all!

Zeng….

Lucifer drew out his sword. Cold light with a hint of a whirlwind slashed towards Wang Zheng. Lucifer had already lost his mind. He only knew that if he did not kill this opponent, in a few minutes, he would be nailed to the column of shame.

Wang Zheng sighed lightly in his heart. Why did all these opponents lose their coolness so easily…

Lucifer slashed forth with all his strength. At this moment, Black Charcoal who was originally in front suddenly retreated and directly passed Lucifer. The sword passed by his neck. This knock was not heavy but it blocked the path of Lucifer’s sword instantly. Wang Zheng’s left hand had already grabbed the hand using the sword and his shoulder exerted force at the same time.

The long sword was released from the hand.

Closely followed was Lucifer’s body which was flung up. Mid-air, Lucifer was also amazing and he actually forcefully initiated his fighting style and kicked towards Wang Zheng.

Hong…

Wang Zheng who had been slow suddenly lashed out a kick like a cannon blast.

Peng…

Lucifer’s body exploded, turning into broken pieces.

The 60th battle, victory!

Wang Zheng just stood there but all the so-called powerful players who were watching were all quiet.

Why?

Why?

And it was so easy, the opponent was Lucifer!

His Wind Step was even approved by the World of Saints. It was his unique understanding. Why could he be killed with the opponent’s back turned?

This was already the 60th battle, did he not know tiredness?

“Shit, Boss, why must Wang Zheng be such a bug. He uses mecha well, how could he be so good at fighting too….” Luo Fei was a little blur. When he entered the World of Saints, he knew that the Chronos family had an innate advantage. In the Solar System, only the Chronos family and the powers where Achilles was, as well as the Lie family possessed fighting arts. And these were all inherited. At the moment, Lear was the first to enter, meaning that he occupied the first opportunities. Once he had the complete set of fighting arts, Lear would no longer be stoppable. Because at that point, he would possess the Ares Art, one of the 3 most famous fighting arts known in the era of the Gods.

The most important thing was that Luo Fei really did not want to be enemies with Wang Zheng. Even though they were team mates but after seeing Wang Zheng’s performance in the aspect of mecha, this guy was as though he was born for mecha and had unparalleled dominance in that.

But in the World of Saints, it was another thing. Fighting arts and your resources determined everything.

But from the looks of it now,…Wang Zheng was equally scary here.

Peng…

Luo Fei’s head was knocked fiercely. Luo Fei hugged his head, almost dying from the pain.

Lear was mostly satisfied with this damn fatty, except when he was faced against Wang Zheng. He did not fear death but feared Wang Zheng.

“Ahem, Boss, Wang Zheng is also nothing great. He can only survive well in the disciple level, once he goes up, it is the world of the fighting arts. Haha, haha.”

Luo Fei laughed dryly. He felt that this was logical. Most people fitted this logic, but for Wang Zheng…it might not work.

This guy, he already fought 60 battles.

What was he trying to do?

Lear snorted coldly. “Well, it can be considered quite shocking for Wang Zheng, based on his quality, to use the Blade Technique to this extent.”

But Lear was still shocked in his heart. This must be stopped. But now he did not have to do anything. Wang Zheng seemed to have become famous with this battle. Most likely, he had offended many.

“A tree standing out from the forest would be destroyed by the wind.”

Lear said. He knew Wang Zheng very well. This guy most likely was triggered by something to have acted this way. But this helped save a lot of trouble for him. Until the last resort, at the moment he was really unwilling to go up against Wang Zheng directly.

There was nothing worth being happy winning. The opponent was no more than a country bumpkin. If he lost, that would be a hard to recover miscalculation.

“What if, he can’t be destroyed?” Luo Fei followed with a question without thinking. It was entirely on instinct.

Peng…

Mad Puppy hugged his head and squatted on the floor. The pain made him grit his teeth.

“He has to be destroyed!”