DKYB: A PAIR OF SLAUGHTERERS
. Competition I
The powerful aura of the Earth God 🌟 7 sweeps the place , making the place quiet , The originally boisterous atmosphere is now silent , because they were depressed by the aura in contrast to the two people who were still indifferent to the consciousness there, even it appeared that the two were still conversing without regard to their surroundings ,
"Paktua, quickly pull this weak aura of yours, or I will help you pull it from here" suddenly appeared the voice of the young man who was very recognized by the old man who was now drifting , without an aba he instantly drew out the aura of his strength, and made the atmosphere in that place return as before,
while the Paktua circled his gaze to look for someone who had sent telepathy to his , and his gaze stopped on two figures who were now joking in the middle of the bench participants not far from his position
"Luckily they , no offense , "his words shudder the country because the sense of oppression that fell on his body was still shadowy, when long Zen pressed him when they met at the registration place
actually the Paktua did things before him not to pressure those who were there just to warn them not to mess up in this competition,
"Welcome to this five-year competition, you must already know what the rules apply in this competition, but I will explain again to you , so you understand "
"First, the participants who will enter the competition this time must be under thirty years old ,
It is forbidden to use poison while at stake, and the last rule is still the same, that is, you are forbidden to kill, if any of your opponents have given up, and you are still beating it , the participants will be automatically excluded from this competition "said the old man
"Before starting this competition, please the representatives of the sakte or association to prepare all the participants that you will send to the fighting arena, because soon the event will begin" he said once again
on the bench, participant ,
the participants immediately gathered and formed groups based on their sakte or association, and it was seen they were given direction by the occupants who were likely one of the important people in their place of learning martial arts
not far from Xhuhan and Long Zen , there was a group staring towards Xhuhan and Long Zen with an overwhelming look of hatred , because they are a group of five people who were beaten by long Zen and robbed by Xhuhan before, he explained them from the blood machete sacte, black flow sakte who participated in the competition this time
"Are those two people who made you miserable before her.?"asked an arrogant young man at the person beside him
"True young master, the two of them did his , and also Meraka took all the storage rings belonging to the five of us" said the person who was the subordinate of the young master sakte blood machete , The young master was named Mo sang , the young man who was in the field of fire would become the most shining cultivator of his era 25 years old , Mo sang already had cultivation in the realm of Supreme God Jade 🌟 1 , therefore he always acted arrogantly and looked at everything with a condescending gaze , .
no wonder he is called a genius youth, because the young master of other great sakte is only in the realm of the black god Maha 🌟 5 to 🌟 8, only one that rivals the genius of Mo sang , only one that rivals the genius of Mo sang , He is the nephew of Paktua who became the host of the show before her, which was frightened by long Zen during registration
"Alright because the number of participants reaches 1000 People, and we only provide five arenas, you will compete at once , by dividing into two hundred people per arena and in each Arena will be selected only ten participants, so you fight and be the strongest among them, please go up "the Paktua said it allowed the participants to enter the arena
Arenas one through four are already in , then only arenas four and five , Xhuhan and Long Zen enter different areas , so that they do not face each other too early
"All right, are you all ready.?"ask the people who are leading the event
"Ready" said them all
Xhuhan in arena five sent a telepathy on the long Zen , to not be too flashy, and told Long Zen to move in the last moment ,
"Start "
then two hundred participants in each of those arenas formed a group to start the Fight but there was a strange one in arenas four and five , because there is each one of them standing in the corner of the arena without having a group like the other participants , suddenly the incident made the audience talk a lot about the two of them , since they thought the two of them were too stupid and too bold to enter this competition by advancing alone and also there was no aura radiance from the two, it made the audience pity them both even more ,
"The fools, speaking as if they knew who they were talking about" the Paktua sneered
not far from him , looks handsome young man who is his nephew, who became a genius youth who can match the genius of Mo sang from the blood machete sakte ,
"Did uncle know the two of them ?"ask the young man to his uncle
"No, but uncle only tells you later If you enter the ancient world, be friends with them both , don't you provoke it once, because if that happens 'cause , uncle cannot guarantee that our family can bear the anger of the two young men" the uncle said
"don't joke uncle, how can a youth without cultivation like the two of them be ruined by our family, is uncle not exaggerating the two of them too much" the young man said in disbelief
"Do you think uncle is joking now, alright I will tell you what made uncle talk like that before" then the uncle recounted what happened in the beginning when he met the two of them until what happened to him after underestimating the second, he said,
even he also told me that if he tried to suppress everyone with the power he had, only the two people were still relaxed and more frightening again, one of them threatened him
"how, would you still want to try the strength of both of them .?"asked the uncle of the young man beside him
while the young man was just down on his knees shaking from imagining what would happen to him if he did not hear his uncle's words.
back to the arena ...
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