Throne of Seals: White Tiger's Power Lock, I am the God of War

Chapter 10 is not it, I'll play number one?
Berserker No. 98 was naturally unwilling to admit defeat easily. He struggled to his feet and wanted to attack again, but Wang Yuanyuan beat him to it.

It's clear that he won't go berserk, so he poses no threat to Wang Yuanyuan.

"Break!" Wang Yuanyuan shouted, and the giant shield crashed down.

Berserker No. 98 raised his knife to block, but heard a crisp "crack" sound, followed by a scream. He was sent flying and crashed into the light shield, losing his fighting ability.

"Number three wins!"

As the light shield dissipated, Wang Yuanyuan put away her shield and stood there, beads of sweat glistening in the sunlight on her forehead.

She raised an eyebrow and smiled at the stands, and Feng Yao nodded slightly, a hint of appreciation flashing in his crimson eyes.

Dian Yan, sitting in the first row, gaped and muttered, "This woman seems even fiercer than me..."

The entire match lasted only a few minutes from start to finish.

At that moment, all the participating soldiers realized just how fierce this tall, valiant female warrior was!

They dared not underestimate this woman who had taken down Warrior Number Three.

The way the soldiers looked at Wang Yuanyuan had changed noticeably, now filled with respect and shock.

On the high platform, sitting in the center, Ren Wokuang laughed and said, "How about it, Lao Xu?"

Sitting next to him, Deputy Hall Master Xu Zhongliang said, "This girl is not bad. You can tell just by the way she swings the big shield. She defeated her opponent in three moves without even using her fifth-level liquefied spiritual power."

Ren Wokuang smiled slightly and said, "Hahaha, of course, I personally taught him."

"You?" Upon hearing this, Xu Zhongliang was taken aback at first, then teased, "I was wondering why someone using a shield was fighting like that. Turns out you've taught him to do it wrong."

"Bullshit, you're slandering me again."

"..."

Under the astonished gazes of countless people, Wang Yuanyuan, who had just displayed great power, walked straight up to Feng Yao.

"Aren't you going to praise me? Never mind, I'll get it myself."

She looked up at the boy's well-defined jawline, and the next moment she stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around Feng Yao's neck.

Although she was a little worried that the other person would push her away, her straightforward nature led her to take the initiative.

"..."

The sudden embrace made Feng Yao stiffen, a hint of surprise flashing in his crimson eyes.

He could feel the warmth emanating from the girl's body, and her slightly rapid breathing from the recent battle.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly, and Dian Yan in the first row stared wide-eyed, almost biting her tongue off.

Several fourth-tier warriors nearby were so shocked that they dropped their weapons on the ground.

Who is this extraordinary person who can actually control this remarkable woman who is a fifth-tier Battle Venerable?

Feng Yao quickly recovered and gently patted the girl's shoulder with a helpless expression: "Get down, it's not appropriate to do this in public."

He naturally sensed the girl's worry, so he didn't push her away, but let her get close to him.

"Oh."

Wang Yuanyuan relaxed as if nothing had happened, her pretty face remaining unchanged, as if she hadn't been the one who had just done that.

"Sit down, I still have my first match to play." Feng Yao held the girl's hand.

"Ah."

Wang Yuanyuan's fingertips curled slightly as he let Feng Yao's palm envelop his hand. His palm, calloused from years of boxing practice, was surprisingly warm and dry.

She could feel the surprised gazes coming from all directions, but the girl simply looked up at Feng Yao, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Just then, two enormous digits shone into the sky as halos.

"Warrior One..."

The referee glanced at the two numbers in the sky, then looked with a hint of pity at the opponent, Warrior Seventeen. "Your opponent is Warrior Seventeen!"

As the referee's voice rang out, Soldier Number Seventeen, who had just stood up, froze at a speed visible to the naked eye, his eyes filled with disbelief.

No, you want me to play number one?
This chilling question popped into his mind.

Everyone present realized that there were three fifth-tier warriors in this warrior temple, one and two of whom were male, and the third had already shown his face.

Warrior No. 2 Dianyan first glanced at Feng Yao, who was slowly getting up. He had just had a brief test with the other party.

Feeling the still slightly numbness in his hands, he silently mourned for Warrior Seventeen. He had been at a disadvantage in the first test, and if he, at the fifth rank, was in such a state, how much more so for Warrior Seventeen, who was only at the peak of the fourth rank.

At this moment, the others also realized that Warrior Number One was actually the boyfriend of the extraordinary woman, Warrior Number Three.

Holy crap, someone who can subdue a fifth-tier female warrior is definitely not to be underestimated!

Good luck, Warrior Seventeen!
On the high platform, Ren Wokuang sat up straight and looked at Xu Zhongliang beside him, "Do you want to guess how many moves it will take for Feng to finish the fight?"

"Warrior Number Seventeen is not weak; he could probably fight for at least a hundred rounds," Xu Zhongliang said conservatively.

Ren Wokuang laughed loudly, "That's too conservative, three moves at most."

"No way?" Xu Zhong said in disbelief.

"Just watch," Ren Wo Kuang gestured, indicating that they should watch the game.

Soldier No. 17 took a deep breath and stepped onto the competition field fully armed.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't panicked, after all, this was a fifth-tier Battle Venerable. But as a warrior, he would rather die fighting than live on his knees.

"Snapped……"

Feng Yao, dressed in a white casual outfit, stepped onto the competition field in an instant, looking extremely casual and not even bothering to prepare.

The referee, who was standing in the center of the field, also entered the field. After confirming that the distance between the two sides was sufficient, he shouted:
"Game start!"

At the command, everyone's eyes were fixed on Feng Yao, not daring to blink for a moment, for fear of missing something.

Feng Yao's information has always been a mystery; at least most of them don't know what kind of strength this Warrior Number One possesses.

As soon as the referee finished speaking, Warrior Number Seventeen, wielding his giant axe, charged forward.

Although Warrior One was not wearing armor, he would never underestimate his opponent.

He was determined to fight Warrior One with all his might, leaving no regrets.

"Berserk!"

Warrior Number Seventeen was enveloped in crimson spiritual energy, and his axe blade trailed a scarlet afterimage under the illumination of the secret technique, making him seem like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

"That's berserk mode! This guy's pulled out his trump card!"

"Of course, it would be pointless not to bring out the number one weapon against them."

"We must fight with all our might."

Exclamations of surprise rippled through the crowd. The fact that a peak fourth-tier warrior could learn Berserk meant that this Warrior Number Seventeen was no ordinary person.

"Very good, that's the kind of momentum we want."

Feng Yao stood motionless, his crimson eyes even carrying a hint of nonchalance.

When the giant axe was about three inches from his face, he suddenly raised his hand, and the tiger stripes on the surface of his silver-gray armor suddenly shone brightly. He firmly gripped the axe blade with just two fingers.

The entire arena fell into dead silence, with only the ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against metal echoing throughout the training ground.

"How is this possible!" Dianyan suddenly stood up from her seat, her Adam's apple bobbing.

This guy didn't use any equipment; he suppressed the full-force burst of a fourth-tier peak warrior with only his spiritual power and physical body. Keep in mind that Warrior No. 17 even used Berserk mode.

(End of this chapter)