The Destiny of the Demon Sword
Absolute Speed
The orange closed both of its eyes by flowing the universal flame into the blade of the sword.
The invisible flame began to burst forth pressing back against the pounding peacock feathers that endlessly continued to spin rapidly drilling into the body of Orange.
Suddenly Jianhuimie Yuzhou's metal blade spun rapidly from its hilt increasing the power of the universe's fire energy.
Brmr!
Gu!
The energy of the universe fire shot through into the vortex of the pickaxe and struck right on the chin of the peacock hairy man and pierced through it.
"Now!" Orange speech immediately shot into the air through the middle hollow whirlpool.
Gu!
The wuzz!
"Gee!"
Sreth!
The orange swinging his sword split the body of the peacock hairy man vertically.
"Soul-sucking snore"
The orange stretched out the tip of the sword with its two ring fingers pointing towards the gap of the two split bodies.
"Well!" The pained scream of the peacock hairy man felt his soul being forcibly attracted.
Gluey!
"Ha ha, a very good soul" curled Orange after successfully swallowing it.
Booms!
Waves of energy burst forth in the battle arena, Jingga felt the foundation of his cultivation become solid even though it did not experience an increase in its cultivation level.
"Lumayan, I'm ready for the next fight" muttered Jingga quite satisfied with the result.
Two extremely beautiful peacock feathers floated up to him and stuck into a tattoo on his wrist.
"Eh, why don't you stick it in my hair?" Tanya thought astonished.
Orang-orang did not expect it, he was going to give both peacock feathers to his wife as hair ornaments. But it was stuck on both of his wrists.
Shortly after, the steps appeared in the fighting arena. The orange flew over him.
Bugh!
The orange falls rolling down the stairs to the bottom.
"Damn it! I can't fly" he said.
The orange rose again and walked step by step up.
"Ten thousand steps, can be flabby" he lamented as he continued to climb the stairs patiently.
"Feelings have been ten thousand steps that I passed, why is it still far away?" Tanya thought she was astonished.
The orange continues and starts counting.
"One, two, three." said Jingga counting every rung of stairs he stepped on.
"Nine thousand nine hundred and ten" he added, then turned his head to look at the steps above him.
"Ha ha, look very yes, every time you reach the next arena must be twice as far as before" grumbled Orange after noticing it.
On the rung of the ten thousandth or twenty thousandth actual number, Orange finally arrived at the second battle arena.
A teenager who had a gentle face smiled at him. Orange immediately scanned it but again he could not see the level of his cultivation.
"Great right, still young already have achievements above me" muttered Jingga praising him.
The wuzz!
"Hey!" Kaget Orange saw the face of the teenager was already nearby.
The teenager frowned looking at him so fixedly.
"Why are you looking at me like that, boy?" Tegur Orange was not happy.
The teenager smiled hearing that, he was unceasingly watching the Orange from top to bottom.
"You brat, ugly devil" he replied mockingly.
"I'm older than you, even though my body looks like a teenager. You want to know the secret?" Its effects.
The orange pursed his lips no matter what he said.
"I always wash my face with anti-aging cream. Once round, half round, wipe away dead skin cells and dirt. Swivel it on the face, rinse it. Multikolestrol" he continued to answer his own questions.
Bugh!
"Well!" The orange squeak fell on the ground with its face set.
I don't know when the teenager slammed it hard, suddenly the teenager was already behind him and slammed back hard.
Bugh!
"Well!"
Bugh!
"Well!"
A dozen times Orange screams in pain slammed by teenagers whose speed can not be seen by Orange.
"Chuanguo Yinying"
Orange darted quickly to avoid it, but the teenager who was always smiling was already close in front of him.
Bugh!
The orange was hit by a hard blow to the back.
Gu!
The wuzz!
The orange was thrown away and immediately shot back at the teenager with his punch.
The wuzz!
His punch only hit empty air, the juvenile he struck was nowhere in place.
"I'm behind you, boy!" The teenager told him.
Orange immediately turned its body hearing it
Bugh!
Again, the orange had to be tossed away rolling on the ground and stopping right at the feet of the juvenile holding his body.
Bugh!
The teenager kicked him hard creating sparks from the friction of the orange body with the hard ground.
Bugh! Bugh! Bugh!
The orange is treated like a ball that continues to shoot every time it is kicked by a teenager until it is forced to wrap his hands on the feet of teenagers to hold his body so as not to be thrown away.
"You bore me" the teenager complained and stomped on an orange body until it sank into the ground.
The teenager walked away from him, wrapped his hands around his chest and looked up at the black sky above him.
The orange that fell into the ground was finally able to sit back and breathe a sigh of relief.
"What kind of creature is that boy? How could he have such a terrifying speed? I didn't even have a second to think" complained Orange.
He then laid his body on the ground while looking at the black sky, his mind kept turning to find a way to not always be a toy teenage boy.
Orange did not find an answer to beat the teenager, he was so frustrated with his speed. No matter how hard he tried to think about it, he always met a deadlock. Until finally Orange stopped to think about it.
In a resigned condition of his defeat, Orange suddenly remembered the words of his late grandfather Tang Xie Zhang as a child.
"Grandfather, can a cultivator's peak strength be defeated?" Ask little orange.
"Yes, as powerful as anything one will always lose by speed" Grandpa Zhang replied.
"That means besides being strong, I also have to be fast huh Kek?" Imbuh question.
"Yes, the two must go hand in hand, speedless power is useless, and speed without strength is useless" Zhang's grandfather said.
"What can defeat both? Don't tell me the void can beat him" asked back Orange more and more curious.
"Strength will lose with speed and speed will lose with momentum, that's the cycle, you should sleep, no longer wander" replied Zhang's grandfather who always patiently listened to his grandson's immorality.
The orange who recalled his childhood past a sharp grin found the answer to facing the bored-looking teenage speed against him.
"Hey boy, let's continue" asked Jingga so excited even though he looks very worried about his condition.
The orange looked like a beggar who had not bathed in years. His clothes were torn tattered camping in all parts, even the condition was no longer shaped like clothes. Only small pieces of cloth remained on his body.
The teenager was suddenly in front of Orange, even his face was only a few cent.
"You'd better kill yourself, look at your pathetic self" the teenager suggested as he looked on.
"Ha ha, don't you scoff at me like that. I was just trying to test your skills. I admit you have a terrible speed. But your strength is still very weak, take a clear look. Is my body scratched?" Kelit Orange then smiled by stretching his hands showing the body part that did not suffer any injuries.