Jack smashed a teor Punch into the sharkens face, shocking the entire arena.
This was completely different than when he used flip-flops. The shape of a true teor appeared around his fist, and a purple starry tail followed after it.
And it was fast. Too fast.
Shard Presht barely had ti to raise his blades and block. The teor smashed into him and sent him flying back at great speed. He used the Dao of Montum to stop himself mid-air, but Jack had followed, and a towering fist smashed into his face in the next mont.
Shard Presht flew back again, and this ti, he didnt stop until he crashed into the far wall.
Jack cracked his knuckles again as he watched Presht stand. Well? he asked. Is that all? I thought you were a tough fish.
Ill show you what I am, Presht replied, shimring with anger. His flat was slightly dented by Jacks fist.
Be my guest.
The sharken adopted a sprinting position, then charged. Jack wouldnt make the sa mistake twice; he adopted a battle stance long before his opponent was supposed to arrive, and it was a good thing, because Presht never stopped accelerating.
He reached his maximum speed almost instantly and then kept going, accelerating faster but still at a trendous rate. He reached Jack far sooner than anticipated, and at a speed that resembled an arrows.
The audience was reeling. Jack punched out, and his knuckles t the blade head-on. Both fighters flew back.
Jacks body was beyond sturdy by now. He had 105 Constitution and the Pugilist Body skill, which augnted the hardness of his entire body and especially his knuckles. He also had the body-hardening technique brought forth by the third tier of Pugilist Body, the one hed reached in his spar against Dorman, which allowed him to harden his knuckles even further.
All that still wasnt enough to completely block a sharp blade coming at high speed. A milliter-deep gash was drawn on his knuckles, dripping with blood. It also limited the nimbleness of his fingers, but he didnt need those.
Blocking those blades was dangerous, but the problem was that Shard Presht was fucking fast. If Jack couldnt block and had to dodge all the ti, achieving victory would be ten tis harder.
But worth a shot. It wasnt like he had a choice.
Shard Presht brought his bloodied blade in front of his face. He took a deep sniff of Jacks blood, then licked it. His smile returned and widened.
Tasty, he said.
So of the audience cheered, but most stayed quiet. The Ice Peak cheered especially intensely.
Jack snorted. If you like my knuckles, shark, theres no need for blades. I will deliver them directly to your mouth. Just watch.
He jumped back into the fray. At the sa ti, his fighters mind churned fully.
Against an opponent like Shard Presht, who could manipulate the montum of his weapons at will, Jack should avoid extended clashes, as the Dao of Montum would be too strong there. He needed rapid bursts of violence where he struck his hardest and hoped to outmaneuver Presht.
Presht took Jacks charge, blades held steady and ready to jump at any angle at full speed. Jack arrived, threw so quick jabs, then stepped back, narrowly avoiding a strike. Presht chased, and he was faster, but Jack could defend while retreating.
He dodged the blades or slapped them away. He struck out himself, forcing Presht to defend. Soon, their clashes turned into flashes of motion on the sand, where both fighters zood around the arena at great speed and t for only one or two exchanges before separating again.
Presht had the advantage in speed but couldnt afford to be careless. Nor did he need to; as Jack couldnt block, he was forced to fight awkwardly, and Presht held the upper handor finin the vast majority of exchanges.
Jack knew that. The problem was that he could do nothing about it. None of his skills could help here. He wasnt lacking in penetrating power, fighting skill, or even attacking potential. What he lacked was just hardness on his knuckles. It was at tis like these that he wondered whether he should buy iron knuckles, but he quickly discarded the notion.
His Dao was that of the Fist. And, though the word bare was not there, he sensed that even the most discreet of weapons would only draw him away from the core of his Dao, even if it gave him temporary strength.
Yes, Jack was losing and had no idea how to turn this around. But did that an he would resign? Of course not! Hed just keep punching!
Flashes kept exploding throughout the arena. Blades whistled and fists crashed through the air. Occasionally, blood flew from any of the two fightersmostly Jack.
He was fighting asuredly, looking for openings, so weakness he could exploit. His will was indomitable. He had full control over his mind, which the sharken probably lacked. Jack could last long. Maybe Presht would tire first. He could only hope.
At least he knew that the sharken didnt have a second Daohed bought information on the scions. But he was still losing.
Jacks only hope now was the Dao Root of Indomitable Will. He leaned hard into it, limiting all unnecessary thoughts and optimizing himself. His mind remained razor-sharp for a long ti. More clashes ensued, but now Jack wasnt trying to take down Presht, only drag him into a battle of attrition he could hopefully win.
Jack fell deep into the Dao Root of Indomitable Will.
He refused to bend; refused to retreat; refused to go down. His will could not be stopped.
Why, then, could his fists?
The thought struck him like thunder, disrupting him so abruptly he almost lost a hand. He retreated again, but his mind was only half there.
My will is indomitable. My body is the carrier of my will. Why do I have to let him break my fists? Why cant they be indomitable as well?
He clenched them again, and this ti, sothing was different. As the Dao Root of the Fist was revving inside him like a steam engine, so did the Dao Root of Indomitable Will. Jack guided it into his fists.
The next ti he clashed with Presht, he did not dodge. He did not run. He punched straight into the blade, refusing to lose. It wasnt only his will that was indomitable. His Dao was, too. And so were his fists.
Knuckle t blade and both flew back. Not a drop of blood appeared on Jacks hand. He grinned savagely. Preshts slit-eyes widened in surprise, revealing deep blue irises.
I got you, fucker.
Jack had a new weapon. His punches were imbued with both the Dao of the Fist and the Dao of Indomitable Will. He struck out again and again, and Presht could do little to stop him. He was like a storm of fists that only accelerated the more they fought.
Youre combining two Dao Roots!? Presht hissed as he retreated. Youre only F-Grade! This is impossible!
Jacks grin widened. Look better, he said, then smashed his impossible fist into Preshts face, sending him flying back.
In the F-Grade, cultivators developed Dao Roots, but those Dao Roots werent part of a whole. They were each a different weapon. It was only when a cultivator transford one of their Dao Roots into a Dao Seed that fusion was achieved, allowing them to channel all their Dao Roots through the Seed.
Jack wasnt truly fusing his two Dao Roots. He was simply using them at the sa ti, and he could only achieve that because both of them were passive in nature, and they also fit well. If he really could combine them, the strength increase from that would have been exponential.
Fortunately, it looked like concurrent use was enough here.
Jack chased after Shard Presht, not giving him ti to rest. The sharken could attack, yes, but he didnt dare to because the price was high. Jack could just block, and as his strength was higher, he would win every exchange!
Presht stepped back, and Jack was there. One fist smashed at his abdon and was blocked by a blade. Presht flew sideways from the impact, then channeled that into his blade, spinning at great speed and trying to lop Jacks head off. Jack had seen that coming and leaned back, dodging at an impossible angle.
He then used both hands to directly grab Preshts blades, enduring the pain to push them both aside. For a mont, Presht was wide open. His slit-eyes widened again as they t Jacks predatory gaze.
I re he started saying. Before he could finish his words, the world turned monochro. Everything beca black and white, and only a single purple teor shone in Preshts vision, taking it over completely. He quit speaking and tried to dodge, but it was too late.
A full-force teor smashed hard into his mouth. All color returned in one, massive explosion, a blinding flash, and an ear-rupturing bang. Dozens of sharp teeth flew away half-broken as Presht himself was catapulted backward with trendous force, smashing into the wall like an arrow.
He tried to stand; therefore, the battle wasnt over, and Jack rushed in again. He didnt intend to kill a scionthat might have invited more trouble than he could bearbut he sure could roughen him up a bit.
Enough!
A massive aura crashed onto Jack from the sky. He screeched to a halt, then looked up to find the head judge flying over him.
What is the aning of this? he asked. Though the aura was heavy, it was sothing he could handle. After all, this judge was only a rchant Class, as was every alien here, with the exception of the C-Grade Planetary Overseer.
Stop imdiately, the judge said. Your opponent has resigned.
He has not!
Jack felt the blood rush to his head. Shard Presht clearly had not resigned. And he knew this because he had seen many people try to resign in the tournant but get hit before they could finish their words. They had to clearly say the words I resign! The judges had never intervened before.
Now, they did. Now that a scion was on the line. A scion who could just say it now if he really wanted to resign. After getting teored in the face, hed had the ti to say it ten tis before the judge intervened!
Fucking cheaters. Jack was boiling. A purple glow flashed on his fists, coming and going like a wave. He itched to plant it into the judges righteous-looking face but held himself back.
He clenched his fist harder. Will indomitable. The purple color was extinguished. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
When he reopened them, Presht was staring with a bitter gaze, and the judge acted as if nothing was happening.
John Brown wins, she declared. However, for breaking the rules of the tournant and attacking a resigned opponent, he receives one loss in his record.
Jack glared at her. They hadnt done this when Rufus Emberheart openly murdered that girl, and they didnt mind all the previous occasions when soone tried to resign but couldnt.
Fucking cheaters, he replied inwardly but didnt speak his thoughts.
Hey! A guy with strong lungs shouted from the audience. This is unfair.
Several agreeing voices rose to et his.
It is my ruling, and it is final, the judge replied, cutting them off. She clearly didnt give a shit about their opinions. She then continued, That was the final match for today. The sixteen finalists have been determined. All finalists please gather in the arena and await her Nobility.
Even through his anger, Jack frowned. He hadnt heard anything about a closing ceremony for the first stage. Nobody had.
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