The Rise of the Dragon Warrior
Ch 385's. Energy Armor.
The young man was none other than one of the younger generation who was unhappy if Long Yutian was so close to Long Chieyu.
" I think the sword on your back is so precious, so you're no match for using that sword." The young man who was at the top of the arena risked all of his treasures in order to obtain a sky-level heirloom.
" Right brother. The servant was no match for using such a precious sword."
" I'm sure he tricked the Patriarch in Daifang into getting the sword."
" Truly shameless. Already hitchhiking in the Long Clan, but making use of Patriarch Long Yaohan's kindness."
Several figures of young men who hated Long Yutian, now issued an oath of expulsion to vent their irritation.
Shen Long narrowed his eyes, as he gazed towards the several figures cursing at him.
Even the Elders who heard the remark, only shook their heads because what they said was already outrageous.
" good... I'm risking this sword." Said Shen Long, then placed his sword on a table that was provided on the edge of the arena.
" The wise choice. Alright, I'm also risking the treasure I have." The young man looked delighted, as Shen Long felt hooked.
Even though the young man was not willing to risk all of his possessions, he was confident that he could defeat Shen Long so easily, that he placed his bundle of cloth on the table.
The young man walked into the middle of the arena, then took out a large amount of Qi to defeat Shen Long in one hit.
" Dead the servant!"
" I'm sure he won't survive."
" Brother, don't overdo it! Not only will the servant die, but his body will be destroyed."
There was a discussion from the audience, as the young man who was Shen Long's opponent had exerted all his abilities.
On the other hand Shen Long narrowed his eyes, as the figure that was his opponent had a deadly technique.
Yet Shen Long was completely undaunted, directly using the Dragon Tread technique by flowing Qi on his finger.
" Dead!" Along with his words, the young man immediately shot towards Shen Long, while launching a fist strike.
Wuush! Wuush! Wuush!
Every fist strike from that young man, not a single one hit Shen Long's body.
" What? How's it possible?" Some figures who previously thought that Shen Long would die in one attack, actually easily dodged the attack from the other party.
Even Shen Long did not shift the slightest bit from where he stood, making the young man put on an ugly face as if humiliated.
Shen Long's action which easily dodged the attack from the young man without shifting a bit, made the Elders watching put on a serious face.
" When do you keep avoiding?" The young man grew even more furious, as he was sure that if Shen Long was hit by his fist, then he would die.
" Good." Shen Long replied, then directed his hand to bring together the fist attack from the other party.
A baaang!
Kraaacks!
The fist meeting and the tread created a shockwave that spread throughout the arena.
Aarrggh!
The young man cried out in pain, as his hand bone instantly cracked, whereupon he was instantly thrown to the edge of the arena.
Lightning Dragon Steps!
Wuush!
Shen Long moved quickly towards the young man who was still knocked down above the arena.
A baaang!
Kraaacks!
Several figures on duty immediately shot towards the young man in order to provide help, as it was certain that the young man had suffered serious injuries.
" You..." Some of the youth figures looked furious because Shen Long was too exaggerated.
" What? Didn't you want my death?" Shen Long stared intently at the several figures who had killing intent on him.
The few Elders who wanted to reprimand Shen Long, were now directly prevented by the Mist Dragon Elder.
" What's up, Elders? Isn't that young man overreacting?" Asked one of the Elders who felt astonished because the Mist Dragon Elder stopped them.
" If you're in Long Yutian's position, would you just shut up if your opponent wanted to kill you?" Asked the Mist Dragon Elder, because he wanted the younger generation to be able to learn the lesson from the incident.
Moreover, the condition of the Long Clan was not in a good state. If Shen Long was not treated well, then the young man could become a thorn in the flesh.
" I'm sorry, Elder." The few Elders returned to their seats, because what the Mist Dragon Elder said was indeed true.
If the other three colleges knew about it, then it did not rule out that they would recruit Long Yutian to be on their side.
On the other hand some disciples who looked angry, were now trying to hold back, because the figure above the arena was not as easy as imagined.
" You, you, you, you... If you still want my sword, please go all the way!"
" Oh, don't forget to leave your bets on the table there." Shen Long pointed at the few disciples who were on the edge of the arena, in order to fight with him at once.
Shen Long also pointed towards the betting table that was on the edge of the arena.
" What are we afraid of? We have a lot of numbers. I'm sure we can beat him easily."
" Yes... I'm sure his Qi has already been depleted during the previous fight."
Some disciples thought that Shen Long must have been exhausted trying to hide his fatigue.
As the possessors of the Dragon God blood who had pride, those few disciples even one by one climbed up onto the arena, then placed their treasures on the betting table.
The Elders who witnessed that, immediately patted his eel because the young members of the Long Clan were like a group of bandits and had already lost their identity.
" It seems like our task is getting tougher to educate this younger generation." The Mist Dragon Elder put on a sour face, because the younger generation of the Long Clan had a still childish nature.
Long Qianxue only glanced briefly at Shen Long who was standing on the arena, then turned her head towards Long Duanjun who had won the match many times.
The six disciples who were already on top of the arena, now looked at each other and then attacked Shen Long simultaneously with full force.
Mist Steps!
The Fog Dragon Tread!
Mist Dragon Claws!
Fog Dragon Fist!
The Sky Slaying Mist Dragon!
The six disciples one by one launched their strongest attacks, intending to incapacitate Shen Long in a single strike.
The Dances of the Thousand Sacred Dragons!
Shen Long instantly welcomed the attacks of the six disciples, using the tread and claw attacks, until a faint Golden Dragon surrounded his body.
" Spirit-stage Energy Armor?" The Elders put on a serious face, as Shen Long understood the development of energy that was extremely difficult to learn.
Even in the younger generation, the Energy Armor could be counted with fingers. They were specially trained differently from the other students.