The Destiny of the Demon Sword
Tournament - Prince Qianfan

The next three days in the morning were very bright, looking orange, Du Dung and Bai Niu were so excited to walk towards Lanhua city square to continue the third round where the participants of the match left thirty-two participants from various sects and clans fei Empire.

In the third round of the tournament, Du Dung was first in the match.

"You have to be smart to read your opponent's fighting style, it looks like your opponent this time will be a tough start to penetrate the next round" Pinta Jingga reminded him.

"You take it easy, I will try even harder to win this round" Du Dung replied.

After the formalities reception was completed by the host, finally the host called the Ancient Shark sect representative to enter the arena of the match.

"Sister Dang Ding eh, brother Dung'er spirit" shouted Bai Niu who was about to return to mentioning the name that became everyone's mockery, giving encouragement to her brother Du Dung.

Du Dung walked then stood in the middle of the arena waiting for his opponent to be called by the host.

"We welcome and give a standing ovation to prince Qianfan of Shuijing kingdom "cried the host who was immediately greeted by the roar of the audience who cheered him.

Especially the girls and women are so hysterical about his figure that is so beautiful.

No exception with the girl who had shouted in support of Du dung was also dissolved by the figure of a blue-clothed youth.

"The truck" Bai Niu said as she held onto her two tomato-sized cheeks as she watched a man dressed in blue walk into the middle of the arena.

"Basic female!" said Jingga seeing the change in Bai Niu's blushing face.

Usually Bai Niu would clash her mouth with Orange after hearing it but this time she ignored it.

While in the arena, Du Dung's countenance turned pale knowing that his opponent was a prince from one of Fei's imperial conquests.

"Hail the prince's salute" Du Dung said as he headed towards the prince.

"You don't need to be like that, here I'm just a fighter, before our fight begins, I'm Qianfan from Shuijing begging for his guidance from the young brother" prince Qianfan said so courteously and respectfully to his opponent.

Du Dung was amazed by the respectful attitude of Prince Qianfan.

"Prince is too much, I Du Dung from the Ancient Shark sect begged for guidance from the prince" Du Dung replied respectfully.

After the two of them saluted each other, Du Dung instantly scanned the opponent's tiers in front of him.

"Why can't I know the level of his cultivation?" Du Dung's inner murmur then positioned himself to prepare for it, as well as the prince had prepared for his position.

After a long wait, the two were still silent in their respective positions, no one was willing to go ahead to attack.

The spectators became furious to see the two still had not started their fight, but since the one in the middle of the arena was a prince, the spectators could only patiently wait for him.

"Why are you quiet?, please don't hesitate to face me, please young brother to start first" asked the prince asking.

Du Dung instantly took out his spear from his spatial ring,

"Begging the prince's guidance" Du Dung said and then attacked him by swinging a spear at him.

Sreet!

The tip of the lance that was glued was only able to scratch the ground, prince Qianfan had already disappeared from his position and now he was behind Du Dung.

"I'm behind you, let's attack again" asked the prince who managed to avoid it.

Du Dung turned around instantly shaking his spear back.

Sreet!

His spear returned only to scratch the ground beneath him, it kept repeating until Du Dung stopped shaking his spear and retreated away from the prince.

"Hem, if this continues I will lose easily, I should wait for him to attack" he murmured directly into the tip of his spear to the ground.

"Please prince, it's your turn now" Du Dung said asking him to attack.

"Okay, thank you" he said, then took out the sword from his spatial ring.

"Prepare" he added and flashed his sword towards Du Dung.

Using his instincts, Du Dung instantly fended off every direction of the sword slash, the loud sound of the loud clashing of the two metals that continued to clash making the spectators start enjoying the show that took place in the middle of the arena.

"His strength looks lame, it seems like prince Qianfan's cultivation is on top of it" muttered Orange looking at the situation.

Du Dung continued to hold on while looking for an opening for him to counterattack, but after a long time he observed Prince Qianfan's attack, he did not find a gap for him to do anything to be able to turn things around.

And something that he did not want to happen, prince Qianfan did not always swing a sword to slash it, he combined it with the speed of his left hand punch and the kick of his two legs that managed to pierce through Du Dung's defense.

Dugh!

Du Dung bounced far away, yet could still be saved by the tip of his spear that held him back from going out of the arena boundary.

His breathing was so heavy, his hands were still trembling withstanding the pressure of the energy he had received from prince Qianfan.

"Your defense is so strong" the prince Qianfan praised her and helped her up.

"Thank you prince" he replied and Prince Qianfan invited him back to the center of the arena.

"It looks like you're too focused on reading my attacks, you should think more" the prince told him.

Du Dung smiled in response, then he turned to look at Orange, Orange he looked at stood up and put his hand to his chest.

"What does the orange mean?" Tanya thought she did not understand the intention conveyed by Orange.

Beside that, prince Qianfan put his sword in and took out an iron rod in place of his sword.

"Young brother, I hope you bring out your best abilities, I will not hesitate to defeat you anymore" the prince asked and then ran to attack Du Dung.

Trang!

Trang!

Trang!

The sound of metal clashing again accompanied the fight of the two.

Just like before, Du Dung was only able to endure the swift onslaught displayed by prince Qianfan.

As time went on, Du Dung felt his energy continue to drain.

Du Dung continued to retreat fending off the attacks from various directions every single lesion that came at him.

Again, prince Qianfan managed to push his staff using his spiritual energy through the defences Du dung who returned to have to be thrown away rolled into the side of the arena.

Just one step away from the boundary of the arena, Du Dung vomited blood as a result of an internal wound hit the right end of the stick hitting his stomach.

He tried to get back up, but he had trouble standing because of the deep wounds he received.

In a position of one leg kneeling with support on the handle of his spear, Du Dung was pensive in the most difficult conditions to face, but he refused to give up.

He decided to stop thinking about whatever was weighing on his mind, he strengthened his resolve on one conviction to attack his opponent no matter what consequences he had to get.

"I don't care that even if my body breaks down, I will attack it no matter what happens to me" she said, strengthening her resolve.

Du Dung forced himself to stand up and walked slowly into the middle of the arena where Prince Qianfan had been waiting for him.

"Prince, let's start again" he asked, then turned the spear.

"Hem alright, but this time I won't give you time to rest" the qianfan prince's timps immediately shot towards him.

Du Dung who on two occasions continued to defend, now turned to attack Prince Qianfan who was surprised by the desperate action of his opponent.

Du dung repeatedly had to grit his teeth to endure the pain of being hit by the stick that kept hitting him, yet he did not care about the pain, he said, he continued to swing his spear at Prince Qianfan to reduce the intensity of the attacks from the Qianfan prince who had always dominated the fight.

Until at one moment both of them jumped to end the fight, the punch of prince Qianfan's wand hit Du Dung's head.

While enduring the extreme pain from the punch of the Qianfan prince's wand, Du Dung managed to tear the skin of the Qianfan prince's shoulder until the tip of his spear injured the prince's neck.

"I lost" said Prince Qianfan, admitting defeat and then removing his wand.

Everyone stood clapping at the persistence shown by Du Dung in the face of the fight against prince Qianfan.