Chapter 83 - Defeating the Black Crane Sect

Chapter 83 - Defeating the Black Crane Sect

Cassius locked eyes with Lisa on the stage before turning to look at his next opponent. The Black Crane Sect had only two pugilists, one of whom had just been defeated by Cassius. The other, Mendi, was the final opponent which meant Cassius would have to fight against those at the fistfighters' level.

It was no different from a wolf among sheep. Despite how much energy Cassius expended in the first round, he defeated the next two opponents handily. He could have continued fighting, but knowing Moses was next in the lineup, he decided to leave some opponents for him. He did not want to hear him complaining later.

Thus, after defeating his third opponent, Cassius raised his hand to signal his intention to swap out. After the referee's announcement, he stepped off the stage.

"You finally came down, Junior Brother. At least you left two for your senior brother." Moses shrugged off his coat and threw it on a seat.

"Keep bragging. Don't tell me you think you can beat Mendi. Just wear him down a little and leave the rest to me," Lance mocked from where he stood on the side, arms crossed.

"Hmph." Moses snorted and walked onto the stage.

In the rest area, Cassius walked over and sat down next to his master, Lisa. He asked, "Teacher, why are you here?"

"Am I not allowed to be here?" Lisa gave a sideways glance at him. "The sect wanted to take some elite disciples to the East Sea County to broaden their horizons and we needed some fist masters to accompany them. I'd rather come out and see the world instead of cooping myself up in the Wind Elephant Sect and dying there. And it's also nice to see my good disciple showing off his prowess."

Lisa smiled and patted Cassius's shoulder, as if her death was already certain and there wasn't anything special about the word itself.

Cassius opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. After a long pause, he finally squeezed out, "Teacher, you've lost weight."

Lisa ruffled Cassius's hair for the very first time. Cassius didn't attempt to dodge it. "Brat, you really don't have the right personality to comfort people. Don't say such mushy things. As long as I see you progressing in Covert Martial Arts, I'm more than happy. Seeing results with my very own eyes is far more powerful than any kind of flattery.

"What you did just now was great. Azure Wind Flow should be used in actual combat. This technique still has its flaws so the best way to improve it is through constant practice. The Azure Wind Flow wasn't originally created to be some kind of trump card, but rather as a regular move that can be used consistently. The problem is that it hasn't been perfected yet and uses up too much energy." There was a hint of regret in her voice.

Sure enough, he demonstrated this in the ensuing fight. Using his strong physique, he tussled with Mendi but not recklessly. Finally, when the two of them were somewhat out of breath, Moses calmly raised his hand and conceded.

Having fought until his clothes were in tatters, he walked down the stage bare-chested. His strong body was covered in scratches, but he didn't seem hurt. On the contrary, he looked rather pleased. The sunlight on his upper body made him look like a golden muscular statue.

Moses returned to the rest area and cocked his eyebrows at Lance. "It's your turn. I've worn Mendi down to this point so surely you can take him down now, right?" He flexed his right arm muscles.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him. No need to trouble Second Senior Sister." Lance elegantly took a sip of his red tea from a white porcelain cup. He stood up and brushed past Moses, poking his wound with a finger as he walked by.

"Hey!" Moses turned his head, eyebrows shooting up in pain. "Hmph, whatever I don't argue with women." He shook his head and sat down with his arms crossed.

After five minutes, an eerie silence descended on the stage as everyone from the various Covert Martial Arts sects quietly watched. Even those who had been watching the ordinary disciples' matches turned to look.

In the sunlight, Lance, panting, raised his right hand.

The referee beside him bounded onto the stage and shouted loudly, "The winner is Lance of the Wind Elephant Sect!"

A team of medics in white uniforms rushed up with a stretcher and carried the unconscious Mendi away.

Accelerated blood flow wasn't without its side effects. Once the immense power faded, intense fatigue would take its place. If Mendi had fought both of them at the same, he might have been able to utilize the short burst of energy to defeat both Lance and Moses.

But he had fought Moses and then Lance in a tag team battle; one was tough and the other agile. Both were incredibly exhausting to fight against so in the end, Mendi still lost and at the hands of the third core disciple.

Wind Elephant Sect, five. Black Crane Sect, two.