The old man quickly closed the distance between the two, his fists glowed a bright yellow. He pulled one of his fists back and prepared to punch Zen. As he launched his fist across to punch Zen, Zen moved out of the way, a small crater formed in the ground.
The audience, terrified, went what seemed to be a hundred meters away from the platform, but still kept watching.
Zen had moved to behind the old man, and swinging his blade onto the old man's neck, he yelled, "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DECIDE IF I LIVE OR NOT, FOR ONE OF THE ORHODOX SECT ORDERED FOR MY CULT TO BE DESTROYED". His sword hit the old man's neck, however, it did not pierce, all it did was slash it enough for a little blood to pour out, astonished, Zen created distance between them.
"You imbecile.", "Why'd you want to join the Orthodox sect then?" the old man asked, once again closing the distance between them, launching a stronger punch this time, way faster than last time.
Zen was launched out of the platform and coughed out blood. Not letting the old man close the distance once more, he yelled at him, "Why else but to destroy it from the inside.", as he once again launched at the back of the old man. "Of course, Blood Cult bastards never had courage to take anyone on fairly." the old man replied, blocking the attack with his hand.
Zen tried to create distance between them once more, but was outpaced, as the old man muttered, "Divine Fist Technique, First Release." his fists glowed an even brighter yellow, he launched what seemed to be a deadly punch at Zen, who blocked it using his sword, the part of the fist, which was touched by Zen's sword, seemed to freeze and burn at the same time.
Garnering all the energy Zen had left, he launched the man's fist away. The old man, along with the judge and the audience were surprised to say the least.
"SIMULTANEOUS RELEASE; HEAVENLY QI AND FROST FLAME" he yelled, as the old man yelled back, "Divine Fist Technique, Fifth Technique: Judgement Fist" they both jumped into the air and launched at each other.
Zen's sword and the old man's fist collided, causing a shock wave around the premises of the orthodox faction. The judge and most of the audience fell unconscious, while some were trying very hard to stay awake.
Zen's sword seemed to chip, the old man's fist was slashed a little, the wound, however small it was, expanded, forcing the old man back to the platform, followed shortly by Zen, who was now sweating profusely.
"You're gonna regret this yeh bastard" said the Old man. "Oh, I don't think so." Zen said, as the wound he had given to the man on the neck, opened up, shooting blood out of his neck. The old man screamed in agony.
As Zen walked to the old man to finish him off, he stopped screaming, "You fell for it!" he said, launching his fist yet again onto Zen, screaming, "DIVINE FIST TECHNIQUE: SIXTH TECHNIQUE, PUNISHMENT" Zen could not avoid this attack, for he had let his guard down. The punch connected with Zen's Torso, launching him up into the air, he, yet again, coughed up blood.
"Divine Fist Technique: Seventh Technique, Divine Tiger" The old man said, as he launched into the air, punching Zen, down to the platform yet again, wasting no time, he punched the air above him, making him plummet on to the platform too.
Zen got up just in time to avoid being hit by the old man yet again, Zen's left arm had all its bones crushed.
The Old man landed where Zen was, once again, creating a crater, much larger than the one created last time. With many of his ribs and some other bones broken, he once again held his sword tight, using all the Kyon And Qi he had left, he supplied it to the sword ,and screamed, "FREEZE-BURN", appearing behind the old man, he slashed the old man's legs. The old man screamed in agony yet again. "CATCH HIM, ALL THE MARTIAL MASTERS AND STRONGER PEOPLE, GO AFTER HIM" the old man screamed, Zen's whole body was now cut up, blood dripped in every step he took, but he could not fall here, for it would mean death.
Using what little strength he had left, Zen ran for his life, he could no longer perform Qinggong, due to lack of Qi, thus he resorted to just running, the audience, which had not fainted, chased after Zen, knowing he was weak, also knowing that it would mean instantly winning the tournament.
Zen ran for his life, using what little Mana he had left to boost himself, he had not noticed but it had turned dark out, using this to his advantage, he ran among the trees hoping to lose the martial artists, but two of them found him, using the dagger which was gifted to him by the Rose Imugi sect, he stabbed them in the throat, and burned them up using mana.
Zen kept running for another four hours, it was around midnight.
At this point, Zen had killed at least around 20 martial artists which were chasing after him, his state was even worse, when four more martial artists appeared before him.
"We're going to capture you, you son of a bitch" they all launched at him, but were slightly outpaced, using the last of his mana, Zen mustered a cheap imitation of his true Qinggong, allowing him to run away as fast as he could.
Zen ran for around twenty more minutes, when it finally hit him, he was beyond exhausted, using freeze-burn already took a lot out of him, he lost immense amounts of blood during the run, and now he suffered a Mana-Rush, due to using up all the Mana he had left.
He reached the front of a sect, when he collapsed. The sign atop the sect's main gate read, "Rose-Imugi Sect"
The old man quickly closed the distance between the two, his fists glowed a bright yellow. He pulled one of his fists back and prepared to punch Zen. As he launched his fist across to punch Zen, Zen moved out of the way, a small crater formed in the ground.
The audience, terrified, went what seemed to be a hundred meters away from the platform, but still kept watching.
Zen had moved to behind the old man, and swinging his blade onto the old man's neck, he yelled, "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DECIDE IF I LIVE OR NOT, FOR ONE OF THE ORHODOX SECT ORDERED FOR MY CULT TO BE DESTROYED". His sword hit the old man's neck, however, it did not pierce, all it did was slash it enough for a little blood to pour out, astonished, Zen created distance between them.
"You imbecile.", "Why'd you want to join the Orthodox sect then?" the old man asked, once again closing the distance between them, launching a stronger punch this time, way faster than last time.
Zen was launched out of the platform and coughed out blood. Not letting the old man close the distance once more, he yelled at him, "Why else but to destroy it from the inside.", as he once again launched at the back of the old man. "Of course, Blood Cult bastards never had courage to take anyone on fairly." the old man replied, blocking the attack with his hand.
Zen tried to create distance between them once more, but was outpaced, as the old man muttered, "Divine Fist Technique, First Release." his fists glowed an even brighter yellow, he launched what seemed to be a deadly punch at Zen, who blocked it using his sword, the part of the fist, which was touched by Zen's sword, seemed to freeze and burn at the same time.
Garnering all the energy Zen had left, he launched the man's fist away. The old man, along with the judge and the audience were surprised to say the least.
"SIMULTANEOUS RELEASE; HEAVENLY QI AND FROST FLAME" he yelled, as the old man yelled back, "Divine Fist Technique, Fifth Technique: Judgement Fist" they both jumped into the air and launched at each other.
Zen's sword and the old man's fist collided, causing a shock wave around the premises of the orthodox faction. The judge and most of the audience fell unconscious, while some were trying very hard to stay awake.
Zen's sword seemed to chip, the old man's fist was slashed a little, the wound, however small it was, expanded, forcing the old man back to the platform, followed shortly by Zen, who was now sweating profusely.
"You're gonna regret this yeh bastard" said the Old man. "Oh, I don't think so." Zen said, as the wound he had given to the man on the neck, opened up, shooting blood out of his neck. The old man screamed in agony.
As Zen walked to the old man to finish him off, he stopped screaming, "You fell for it!" he said, launching his fist yet again onto Zen, screaming, "DIVINE FIST TECHNIQUE: SIXTH TECHNIQUE, PUNISHMENT" Zen could not avoid this attack, for he had let his guard down. The punch connected with Zen's Torso, launching him up into the air, he, yet again, coughed up blood.
"Divine Fist Technique: Seventh Technique, Divine Tiger" The old man said, as he launched into the air, punching Zen, down to the platform yet again, wasting no time, he punched the air above him, making him plummet on to the platform too.
Zen got up just in time to avoid being hit by the old man yet again, Zen's left arm had all its bones crushed.
The Old man landed where Zen was, once again, creating a crater, much larger than the one created last time. With many of his ribs and some other bones broken, he once again held his sword tight, using all the Kyon And Qi he had left, he supplied it to the sword ,and screamed, "FREEZE-BURN", appearing behind the old man, he slashed the old man's legs. The old man screamed in agony yet again. "CATCH HIM, ALL THE MARTIAL MASTERS AND STRONGER PEOPLE, GO AFTER HIM" the old man screamed, Zen's whole body was now cut up, blood dripped in every step he took, but he could not fall here, for it would mean death.
Using what little strength he had left, Zen ran for his life, he could no longer perform Qinggong, due to lack of Qi, thus he resorted to just running, the audience, which had not fainted, chased after Zen, knowing he was weak, also knowing that it would mean instantly winning the tournament.
Zen ran for his life, using what little Mana he had left to boost himself, he had not noticed but it had turned dark out, using this to his advantage, he ran among the trees hoping to lose the martial artists, but two of them found him, using the dagger which was gifted to him by the Rose Imugi sect, he stabbed them in the throat, and burned them up using mana.
Zen kept running for another four hours, it was around midnight.
At this point, Zen had killed at least around 20 martial artists which were chasing after him, his state was even worse, when four more martial artists appeared before him.
"We're going to capture you, you son of a bitch" they all launched at him, but were slightly outpaced, using the last of his mana, Zen mustered a cheap imitation of his true Qinggong, allowing him to run away as fast as he could.
Zen ran for around twenty more minutes, when it finally hit him, he was beyond exhausted, using freeze-burn already took a lot out of him, he lost immense amounts of blood during the run, and now he suffered a Mana-Rush, due to using up all the Mana he had left.
He reached the front of a sect, when he collapsed. The sign atop the sect's main gate read, "Rose-Imugi Sect"
