The Destiny of the Demon Sword
Torment the King
The orange that was in the position of preparing for the forging of the body did not feel anything happening to him.
"It doesn't seem like a body forging that I'm going through" he muttered after meditating for quite a while.
"Darling, why am I so worried about you?" Xian Hou asked worried about him.
The orange who was meditating so disturbed to hear the voice of his wife.
"You take it easy, my wife, I will practice magic to improve my abilities" replied Jingga and returned to concentration.
The atmosphere became so quiet, no sound of anything being heard around him made Orange so focused in his meditation that he did not realize he was already in a realm so foreign to him.
"What is this nature?" Tanya thought.
The orange was in nature which were all black with a slightly reddish black flame all around. There was only a very long ladder going up.
The orange flew away, but its body did not float. He checked his demonic energy.
"My demonic energy isn't gone, why can't I fly?" He muttered in wonder.
The orange decided to walk up the stairs step by step. There were more than a thousand steps that he had stepped on, but he still had not found the top.
The orange scanned him with the eyes of the devil, no end of the stairs he managed to see.
"Surprisingly, even my demonic eye ability did not find the end of this rung" he murmured again.
The orange just kept its feet up the stairs. More than nine thousand steps up the steps, Orange could finally see the end of the stairs above him.
Up to the tenth step of the thousandth ladder, Jingga saw a wide courtyard like a tournament arena. He narrowed his eyes to see a man standing with a spear in his left hand.
The handsome man who had two peacock feathers stuck in a hair roll tied above his head, he wore the armor typical of an imperial general.
There was no smile on his face, his eyes were so sharp with a look full of intimidation as if telling Orange there was no choice but death.
Orange then approached him, he then scanned the cultivation level of the man in front of him but he could not see his level.
"Stop looking at me, boy. You are still so weak as to face me" said the man and disappeared from the sight of an orange.
The dhuar!
The orange was thrown far back with its body slammed into the energy of the spear slash.
"Damn!" Rutuk Orange then pulled out his sword.
The wuzz!
The dhuar!
Again the orange slammed so quickly that he had to stick the tip of the sword to hold his body.
"It seems like it would be too easy for me to kill you but I will keep telling you so that you can die without having to be curious.
You are now in the realm of the Torment of Kings to test your worthiness to become a ruler. The rules are simple, kill your opponent and the next ladder will present itself and one more thing you should remember, never ask who your opponent is or you will never get out of the arena even if you manage to kill your opponent.
That's all you need to know" the man told him.
"Damn old grandpa! Not the sorcery he taught me, he asked me to fight an enemy above my level" complained Jingga felt deceived.
"I'm already here, unable to return until I make it through" Jingga's determination began to rise again.
The wuzz!
The dhuar!
The orange slammed for the third time, the man who became his opponent did not allow the Orange to make an attack. He darted back to attack the orange that had not stopped slamming.
Gu!
The wuzz!
Trang!
This time Orange managed to resist the slash, he took advantage of the time from bouncing his body to be able to withstand the continued attacks from his opponent. He then flashed to form a shadow pattern.
"The Asura sword dance"
The wuzz!
The loud thump of the metal contest sounded so loud in the arena. The orange can begin to compensate for the fight with the peacock hairy man.
"Hia! Hiaa! Hiaa!"
Orange looks so eager to block and attack the hairy peacock man, a balanced fight continues to take place so exciting.
No matter how long the two had fought, there was no sign that either of them would dominate the fight.
"It's less interesting, I should be able to dominate it" muttered thought Jingga was getting bored of her fight.
Like understanding what the orange was thinking, the peacock-feathered man changed his fighting technique. He began to let out his power to create a windstorm in the rumbling arena and continued to suppress the young man who was getting slower in his movements.
Gu!
The dhuar! The dhuar!
Orange was thrown into the windstorm in the middle of the arena and was thrown off in it, peacock hairy man continued to shake his spear into the whirlwind that made Orange continue to grimace in pain hit by his slash.
"Damn! He read my mind" he was full of emotion.
The orange difficulty escaped from the windstorm trap that bound him because he had to turn his sword to resist the spear slashes of the peacock-feathered man who increasingly intensely attacked him.
Without giving up, Jingga tried to stabilize her body from the raging windstorm that kept throwing her body to and fro clashing with the slash of the peacock-feathered man's spear.
"Ha ha ha, you fool! The more resisted the easier the peacock hairy man to smash his spear, I do not need to fight the roar of the wind, this I can use to counterattack the peacock hairy man.
"Longjuanfeng"
Orange changed the rotation of the sword that was only to withstand the spear attack of the feathered peacock, now he diverted to create a pickaxe from the wind storm that bound him.
The wuzz! The wuzz!
The roar of the wind grew louder and louder, a single point under his feet began to be created as his sword and body turned increasingly faster.
The peacock-feathered man did not realize the windstorm had turned into a whirlwind that was shrinking ever more, he just continued to shake his spear beating the body of Orange inside.
Booms!
One hard blow was thrown, but this time the peacock-feathered man had to be thrown away with a crushed spear.
The orange in the wind did not stop him, he continued to approach the body of the peacock-feathered man who was thrown.
Unexpectedly, the peacock-feathered man darted flying over the pickaxe that continued to swerve so quickly in the fighting arena.
"Simply clever, but you forget who your opponent is" said the peacock-feathered man.
He pulled out a peacock feather on his head and threw it into the whirlpool.
The inverted spin is created from peacock feathers that create the opposite wind vortex of the pickaxe created by the Orange, just a few seconds after the inverted pickaxe vortex begins to collide with the pickaxe of the Orange.
The sparks were created from two opposing winds.
Brm! Brm!
It looked as if the windpipe had turned into a fierce spinning fire
Booms!
The orange-created pickaxe exploded violently creating an enormous sea of fire in the arena.
Dugh!
The falling orange hit the ground so hard it created a deep crater with ragged clothes affected by the impact of the peacock's pitcher impact.
"Byeah!" Screech orange anger from the ground where it fell.
His pupils turned pitch-black with flames blazing within them, Orange rose again by brandishing his sword at the sky.
The peacock-feathered man smirked at her, he then moved both of his hands controlling the pickaxe which was still spinning fast.
"Yahoo!" Raung hairy man peacock slam his pickaxe towards the orange is.
Like a drill bit, the peacock's feather pickaxe hit the body of the orange so hard.