Jero fell quickly from midair with unparalleled montum in the blade.
He found that Zen wanted to fight fire with more fire—a strange look flashed in his eyes until he replaced it with a sneer at the corners of his mouth.
'If so, you are dood to lose, ' he thought to himself.
Zen defeated his sister effortlessly, making Jero a little more nervous than he initially was.
Lisa's ability to control wide spaces was quite a formidable one. After transforming herself into ten thousand feet tall, she could still control space perfectly while simultaneously manipulating her sword skillfully.
Such an ability could actually restrain Jero's large-scale attack.
If Zen didn't fight him face to face and instead trapped him little by little as Lisa did, the likeliness of Jero's defeat would've proved to be overwhelming.
But now that Zen was confronting toughness with toughness, Jero had a feeling that his victory was in sight.
A few seconds later…
Jero struck Zen's sword with the weight of insanely great power.
Clang!
The two forces converged.
'The strength of this guy…' Jero thought.
He looked incredulously at Zen as he hacked his sword down.
The power from Zen's seemingly unremarkable green sword was no weaker than his own.
Clang!
The cracking sound quickly spread and the originally leveled deserted land was suddenly torn apart layer by layer until the skeletons that had been piling up finally shot out in all directions, much like sharp arrows.
After wielding the sword, Zen retreated about eight steps, creating eight giant footprints in the ground.
From where he was floating midair, Jero was thrown tens of thousands of feet away. With a sorsault, he managed to land on his feet and take several steps back to steady his balance.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see which of the two was stronger in this competition of strength.
Many people were aware of Jero's great power and overbearing sword skills.
They figured that if Zen faced Jero one on one, he, along with his sword, would be cut in half. But the scene before them had completely gone beyond their imagination.
“What? This man has forced Jero back with his strength alone?”
“He has mastered sword skills to this extent. In this respect, he's definitely not Lisa's inferior and he is by no ans weaker than Jero.”
“That's freaking powerful…”
The Wild Gods watching the fight from a distance were dumbfounded.
The sects following the Yellow Emperor race had thought that the latter would definitely take over the Sky South Bone Tower, but now, it seed that the young man from the Nine Li race had the power to determine the final result—one could imagine the shift in their mood because of this unexpected factor.
“Haha! The Nine Li race is quite impressive!”
“This young man will definitely bring the Nine Li race's rank up high in the future!”
“I don't even know his na yet…”
anwhile, the Wild Gods who followed the Nine Li race were laughing heartily.
In the beginning, seeing how the disciples of the Nine Li race were defeated one after another by the Yellow Emperor race, they were rather dejected.
But just when they had almost lost all hope and begun pondering on where they would go after leaving the Flying Sickle City, Zen's current performance rekindled the flas of hope in their hearts.
“Impressive. I didn't expect you to be so powerful as well. Let's press on!”
Bright fires seed to blaze in Jero's eyes—his will to fight was highly aroused.
An even more powerful force burst from his body.
“Thump! Thump! Thump!”
In the deserted land, he strode toward Zen.
This ti, Jero activated the Wild God Power completely—it emitted a bright golden light, making him appear like a walking sun, too dazzling to be stared at directly.
His broadsword grated against the ground, leaving a deep trace.
“Whoosh!”
“Heaven Breaking Slash!”
The sharp blade poured towards Zen from the ground to right in front of him.
He grew more cautious about Jero's second attack.
It was without a doubt much more powerful than the first one.
But Zen had no intention of retreating.
With a single thought, the nine stars in his body began spinning.
This ti, he intended to unleash the Wild God Power and the strength source at the sa ti.
The Wild God Power was based on the body, while the strength source relied on the inner world. As the two different forces worked simultaneously, Zen's body emitted an indescribable aura.
Adele, Giacomo, Erik, and the other elders in the distance turned visibly pale.
They were all satisfied with Zen's progress in the past three months. His performance was by no ans inferior to that of any talent from their race.
With all the wild bones he had absorbed and his raw talent, Zen improved rapidly.
But sohow, the power that suddenly erupted from his body gave them an odd feeling.
It was a trendous force.
It was impossible for Zen, a mid-rank Wild God, to use it unless he underwent the Body Tribulations again and beca a top-rank Wild God.
But the scene before them was unfathomable.
Even Jero was shocked at the scene.
The mont Zen unleashed this power, Jero knew that he had already lost.
It was impossible for him to defeat such a powerful monster.
His strength was simply not on the sa level as Zen's.
Like his sister, Jero was a person who maintained his principles.
Even in inevitable defeat, he was a man of principle.
Jero wouldn't stop so long as he still had moves to make.
“Boom!”
The earsplitting sound spread in all directions.
The mont the two fought, the stones and dust on the ground rose ten thousand feet high.
Even as the two stood ten thousand feet tall, the dust seed to subrge them.
“Whoosh!”
As the dusk billowed, a huge figure flew back.
Soon, it passed through the dust and heavily hit the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.
And this man was none other than Jero.
To no one's surprise, he was defeated in the second fight of strength.
This ti, his loss was completely unquestionable.
“Swish! Swish! Swish!”
anwhile, an enormous blade of seven to eight thousand feet in length swirled out from the dust rapidly until it was buried in the wasteland on Jero's side.
Without the infusion of the Wild God Power, the broadsword entered the ground and quickly shrank back to its original state.
Everyone's eyes darted to and rested on Jero for a mont until their gazes once again shifted to the billowing dust.
After the dust dissipated, Zen's body ca into sight.
Half of his body stood in a large pit. With the green sword still in his grasp, he looked calmly at Jero from a distance.
The latter stood slowly from the ground, wearing a complicated expression.
If Zen defeated him with so kind of trick, he wouldn't have been so embarrassed.
But Zen chose to fight him totally head-on and defeated him—Jero had never felt so humiliated.
Nevertheless, he wasn't a narrow-minded man. After a mont of sulking, he got himself back up. In the world, there would always be soone out there who surpassed him—Jero knew this to be true for everyone. He just had to admit that Zen was such a person.
Comforting himself in his heart, he let out a long breath. He then cupped his hands in the air, directed them at Zen and called out, “You have proven to be far superior in terms of skill. I'm willing to accept defeat. I have lost!”
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