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

Chapter 15 Give him a good beating; he values ​​women over friends!

"Speaking of which, could that female assassin be a fifth-tier member of the Assassin's Temple?"

As she spoke, Dianyan slammed her battle axe on the ground, sending up tiny stone chips, and looked at Feng Yao, the person who had experienced it firsthand.

"Most likely." Feng Yao said casually, raising his eyes.

“That makes sense. Even if it were our palace, we wouldn’t hand over a fifth-rank cultivator who’s not that old.” Dianyan rolled her eyes, her words carrying a hidden meaning.

Feng Yao was already used to the sudden erratic behavior of the person in front of him.

"By the way, why is your face so red? Do you have a cold?"

Dianyan noticed Wang Yuanyuan, whose cheeks were flushed, standing next to Feng Yao, and asked curiously.

"Mind your own business!" Wang Yuanyuan said angrily, then cursed inwardly as she looked at Feng Yao in front of her.

What a blockhead!
Just then, two enormous digits shone into the sky as halos.

Warrior One vs. Warrior Two!
"Give him a good beating!" Wang Yuanyuan tugged at Feng Yao's arm, clearly wanting to relieve his frustration by watching him get beaten up.

“Okay.” Although Feng Yao had some doubts, he didn’t ask any further questions.

I was originally going to go easy on her, but Yuan Yuan spoke up, so I can only apologize to my friend.

This isn't about prioritizing romance over friendship, absolutely not!

"Why did you beat me up? Oh well, at least I can finally fight Feng Yao."

Dianyan was initially confused, but then stood up excitedly and walked towards the competition venue.

He had absolutely no idea what he was about to face.

The moment the golden light shield rose, Dian Yan wielded her battle axe with ferocious power.

A crimson battle aura emanated from his body, and the axe blade, illuminated by spiritual energy, left a three-zhang-long afterimage—the starting stance of the "Annihilation Battle Axe," a secret technique passed down in the Warrior Temple.

Clearly, this is Dianyan's trump card.

"Using their trump card right from the start? Warrior Number Two is a Tier 5!"

"This is nothing. Warrior Number One is also a Tier 5 warrior, and definitely one of the best among them!"

“That makes sense. Although they haven’t fought against fifth-tier opponents, we can tell from their performance against fourth-tier opponents.”

The seven fourth-tier warriors in the stands began to speculate among themselves.

Feng Yao stood with his hands behind his back, the tiger stripes on his silver-gray armor not even fully lit up.

As the axe blade struck his face, he suddenly lunged forward, his left hand, wreathed in grayish-white flames, slapping the back of the axe with a palm strike, while his right hand, fingers pointing like a sword, aimed at Dianyan's Jianjing acupoint.

This seemingly ordinary move precisely caught the Berserker Battle Axe's power point, and Dianyan felt a numbness in her arm, almost causing the battle axe to slip from her hand.

"Such swift movements!" Dianyan murmured as she spun and swept her axe across the field, the crimson axe shadows engulfing the entire area like a storm.

At this moment, he simultaneously used liquefied spiritual power and the warrior's combat technique—Whirlwind Slash.

"Well done!"

Instead of retreating, Feng Yao advanced, tapping the ground three times with his toes, his figure transforming into three afterimages to avoid the dense, rain-like axe shadows. Finally, he delivered a heavy palm strike to Dian Yan's back.

The spiritual power of a fifth-tier Battle Venerable surged into Dian Yan through the force of his palm. As if struck by a heavy hammer, Dian Yan staggered and crashed into the light barrier, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

"Sorry, Yuan Yuan said she's going to beat you up, and I can't really refuse, since she'll be angry."

Feng Yao's voice echoed in Dian Yan's ears, leaving her speechless.

Holy crap, this guy really values ​​his girlfriend more than his friends!

However, before he could even speak, Feng Yao began his brutal beating.

Feng Yao stomped his toes on the ground, and the stone slab beneath his feet cracked with a loud crash.

A silver-gray afterimage circled around Dianyan like a ghost, and a fist wind carrying the sound of a tiger's roar came flying through the air.

Dianyan hastily raised his axe to block, but heard a crisp "crack" as spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the battle axe. Before he could react, Feng Yao's right leg swept across, the armored claws grazing his neck and lifting a few strands of hair.

Dianyan rolled away in a disheveled manner, his back slamming heavily against the edge of the light barrier, causing his blood and qi to surge.

"Berserk!" Dian Yan roared, his fighting spirit surging to a scarlet red, his muscles instantly doubling in size, and the axe handle creaking under the strain in his hands.

However, Feng Yao neither dodged nor avoided, a cold glint flashing in his crimson eyes, and he slammed out with both palms.

Two powerful spiritual energies collided in mid-air, and the resulting shockwave sent Dian Yan flying several meters before slamming her into the center of the arena.

"Cough cough..."

Dianyan struggled to her feet, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, yet she still forced a laugh: "Brother Fengyao, you went too far!"

"Is that all?" Feng Yao raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery flashing in his crimson eyes.

Dianyan wiped her mouth, then suddenly grinned: "It's only just begun!"

He pounded his chest violently, his spiritual power surged threefold, and a ferocious tiger head phantom condensed on the axe blade.

This is the "Tiger Roar Mountain-Splitting Axe," a weapon passed down through generations in the Warrior's Temple Berserker Hall.

Ren Wokuang, standing on the stands, jumped up, forgetting to drink from the wine jar in his hand: "Old Xu, did you teach this kid all your secret techniques?"

“Of course, since this kid is talented, I will naturally teach him everything I know,” Xu Zhongliang said earnestly.

“That’s true…” Ren Wokuang nodded.

He shared the same thought with Feng Yao, but the latter didn't need his special skills.

……

Feng Yao's red eyes flashed with surprise, but just as the tiger-head phantom pounced, he suddenly opened his five fingers.

The White Tiger's special ability lock erupted with dazzling silver light, followed by a tangible tiger claw phantom colliding with the axe shadow.

There was a loud "bang" sound.

The light shield trembled violently, Dianyan's battle axe shattered into pieces, and he was blasted away, crashing heavily into the center of the arena.

"Cough cough..." Dian Yan struggled to get up, blood constantly spilling from the corner of her mouth, but she still forced a laugh: "Brother Feng Yao, you went too far!"

Just as he was about to launch another attack, he saw Feng Yao pounce on him like a tiger, his left hand gripping his shoulder like a claw, and his right fist pointing straight at his throat.

"It's over." Feng Yao's voice was cold and firm, and his spiritual power condensed into a sharp white tiger phantom in his fist.

As the sharp attack came, Dianyan closed her eyes, a sense of helplessness welling up in her heart.

But at that moment, Feng Yao's fist suddenly turned and slammed heavily onto the ground beside him.

The violent tremor knocked Dianyan to the ground. Amidst the rising dust, he heard Feng Yao's calm voice: "Yuan Yuan said he was going to beat you up, not cripple you."

"Warrior Number One wins!"

The referee announced loudly.

The moment the light shield dissipated, the entire arena fell into dead silence.

Ren Wokuang clapped his hands and laughed so loudly that the platform trembled slightly: "Hahaha, this kid still loves to play tricks on people."

Xu Zhongliang exclaimed, "Good lad!"

Wang Yuanyuan had already leaped below the playing field, smugly shaking her fist at Dian Yan: "I told you not to talk nonsense!"

Dianyan got up with a wry smile and gave Feng Yao a thumbs up: "I'm impressed! Brother Feng Yao's strength is probably unmatched in this competition."

He rubbed his aching shoulder and suddenly caught a glimpse of the tenderness in Feng Yao's crimson eyes as he looked at Wang Yuanyuan. He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "So what if he prioritizes romance over friendship? If I had such a beauty by my side, I would be even more ruthless!"

Feng Yao walked to her side and naturally took the water bottle she handed him. The frost in his crimson eyes had long since melted into gentle ripples.

(End of this chapter)