303 Chapter 303 Reflections, The Prelude To A Battle
Leaving the arena with unsteady steps, small traces of blood were left on the ground where Desmond had co from, showing that even when he was victorious; he had to pay a price for it.
To be precise, Desmond was able to defeat Zi because Desmond was willing to pay the price. While Zi had always been ruthless towards his enemies, Desmond was willing to go one step ahead and be ruthless towards himself as well.
In this way, Desmond was willing to accept the trendous backlash caused by the excessive use of in the sa way that he was willing to completely discard any defensive notion to concentrate every ounce of his strength on one single devastating attack.
With all of the above, Desmond was still in a precarious state by the ti he finished making his way out of the arena, his arm nearly destroyed and the wound Zi had been able to inflict on him; Unless Desmond received imdiate dical attention and so kind of powerful dication, he would be unable to participate in the finals of this tournant.
At the end of the day, Desmond was a mana user and not a ki user, which is why he was at a natural disadvantage when engaging in close combat against other ki users, but this couldn’t be helped, until now, Desmond’s most powerful abilities centered around archery and lee combat as he lacked ti to further his abilities as an Elentalist.
No matter how talented Desmond is, the reality was that it had only been a couple of months since he obtained the hunter’s book and his strength was progressing far too quickly, unlike normal elental users who progressed as their mastery and understanding of the elents deepened; Desmond had advanced depending on his ridiculous affinity for mana and the consumption of powerful resources.
It was due to his unconventional way of increasing his strength and his background that Desmond turned out to be such an unorthodox Elentalist and while this did not make him in any way weak; it was also true that this prevented him from fully exploiting the strengths of being an Elentalist.
Unfortunately, such matters would have to wait until later, for now, Desmond concentrated on trying to channel the dicinal energy he obtained from a high-level healing pill i Fei Long bestowed on him.
And it was here that pills trumped potions, with pills generally having more intense and prolonged effects but taking longer to digest while potions have more near-instantaneous effects but more limited not to ntion putting more stress on the body of the consur.
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Each with their pros and cons, this just strangely reflected that those Ki-based alchemy systems followed a different trend but not contrary to the mana-based systems; this made Desmond wonder what arcana-based systems would be like.
With all of the above, Desmond reckoned that he should be in fighting shape by the ti the finals ca around since there would be a couple of hours break between the semi-finals and the finals.
In a way it was i Fei Long who ended up worrying more than she should about Desmond’s injuries, such a thing was inevitable as only she had seen how close Zi’s attack ca to be fatal.
Sensing the concerned look but also being aware of the slightly tense atmosphere between him and i Fei Long, Desmond took the initiative to comnt, “It’s not as bad as it looks, the armor took the brunt.”
The comnt was quite simple and was said with the sa carefree tone as always, hearing it i couldn’t help but take a look at Desmond’s armor rembering sothing she noticed in the past; the massive amount of damage that armor had taken since she’d known Desmond.
Likewise, i also rembered that practically every dent, chip, or fracture in that armor was in so way related to herself, for there were few conflicts Desmond had gotten himself into if one put aside the matter of Feng Sho.
And it was that realization that made i realize how childish her anger was, she had shared so many good tis with Desmond and Desmond had done so much for her that it was ridiculous that she was upset with him.
That was, even more, the case when she rembered the reason this tournant was taking place and what Desmond had done behind the scenes to ensure that the future between her and Xiauyue was not in danger of being destroyed.
Once all these thoughts took place, a feeling of longing and fondness filled i’s heart causing her to be eager to apologize to Desmond for her fight the day before.
It was a pity that she didn’t even have ti to apologize when the announcer in the arena announced the start of the next match where i Fei Long’s na was listed as one of the participants.
Annoyed but resigned, i Fei Long had no choice but to go on stage and fight, she did not expect that when she turned around it was Desmond’s voice that reached her ears with a clear and proud: “Finish that cocky kid”
The phrase as such had nothing special and could only be considered as Desmond expressing his contempt for the self-proclaid holy son but that did not prevent a smile beautiful as spring flowers from taking shape on i’s face.
With that little distraction taking a couple of seconds, i was surprised when she saw that the Sacred Lotus Sect disciple was already waiting for her in the arena with an air of nonchalance.
Different from i’s tyrannical arrogance, the holy son’s arrogance was calm but extrely nonchalant, as if nothing in this world could be put in his eyes... Needless to say, soone as proud as i would not take kindly to being scorned by the arrogant jerk in front of her.
Little did i know that as soon as she hit the ground in the arena, the holy son nad Bao Tantian would give her a perfunctory glance before making an outrageous statent: “You should give up, you are not my opponent.”
When that statent left Bao Tantian’s lips, Desmond could swear he heard the sound of the ground beneath i’s feet crunching from the pressure exerted, clearly i didn’t take her opponent’s scorn kindly.
Still, i had lived and experienced enough not to be provoked by sothing so trivial and instead, she responded by releasing her Ki as she said, “Who wins and who loses is far from decided.”
Who would have thought that Bao Tantian would not reject what i said and would instead choose to touch another sore spot of the young maiden: “Even if you were to defeat and go through to the finals to erge victorious again, then what would happen, you are just a woman your place is in the ho having and raising the children of a powerful man; a deviant love like yours is nothing more than a mockery”
Hearing Bao Tantian’s cruel but realistic statents, only one thought crossed Desmond’s mind who was watching from afar and that was that Bao Tantian didn’t know how to spell the word death.
Counterintuitively, i Fei Long actually didn’t seem all that upset on the surface by the comnt made to her and instead, she simply replied, “As long as I’m strong enough, the world will have to tolerate my deviant love.”
As cynical as this comnt seed to apply to endless contexts, the truth was that i was not wrong and Bao Tantian knew it and decided that trying to provoke i Fei Long was a waste of ti at this point.
How could poor idiot Bao Tantian know that his provocations had been quite successful and i Fei Long was already planning to deliver a hell of a pain to him?
Although each of them had their thoughts in mind, neither their dialogue nor their opinions would change what had to happen when the bell rang.
As soon as the sharp tallic sound reverberated in the place, both i Fei Long and Bao Tantian burst into Ki flas ready to engage in brutal combat.
Knowing in advance how dangerous it was to allow i to build up strength and montum, it was Bao Tantian who made the first move by unleashing a powerful martial art as soon as the duel began.
From the shouts in the crowd, Desmond learned that this martial art was known as and the most powerful martial art of the Sacred Lotus Sect.
Describing the skill was also not that complicated as it was sowhat similar to Miao Xiauyue’s where Ki was condensed to recreate a human figure capable of fighting but unlike Xiauyue’s technique which was ant to be used briefly for deal with large groups of enemies; Bao Tantian’s technique was sothing clearly intended for dueling.
Now covered in what looked like a fuzzy giant version of himself made of white jade, the holy son Bao Tantian didn’t bother to hide his arrogance as he poured all of his Ki into his technique and charged at i Fei Long.
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