Breaking Through Ice Into The Finals!

Waking up on the bed, Ciemnosc was surprised as he genuinely slept, even if it was somewhat on a shaky bed and a very 'small' one at that. He opened his eyelids to see a lot of blonde hair right up his face, both heads leaning against the pillows and showing how comfortable they were just a moment ago, and still comfortable even now.

“...?” As Ciemnosc gained clarity, he realized that he was hugging Fu Lan from behind and that something was stuck somewhere. Looking down at himself, his dick had disappeared and gone in between her legs, her nice bottom all against his pelvis and locking it quiet down.

Just to try and see if it was still there or if he still had the capability of ‘feeling’ down there, Ciemnosc ended up eliciting a sweet but somehow familiar moan that seemed to come from a kitten. On the other hand, his eyebrows relaxed as he jumped them and blinked his eyes profusely…because it felt damn good to be squeezed, sandwiched like this.

Then. His head looking over her left shoulder, Ciemnosc saw what little but damn hard nub his left hand was being poked and seemingly attempted to be stabbed to be stolen of all his reason with. His left hand was encompassing her large left breast, which seemed to have a few already disappearing red marks of his fingers while there were some others which were obvious pinches with his fingernails here and there; oh boy.

Ciemnosc tightened his grasp on the large bag of meat, and his member was massaged by her thighs while a puddle of ‘something viscous’ coated his to-papa-with tool quite…a little bit more. In the end, Ciemnosc couldn’t help but move back and forth, and then squeeze, close his eyes, enjoy, and then back and forth at it again.

Like this, Valeria’s voice was suddenly heard as Ciemnosc was trembling but not as harshly as Fu Lan whose eyes were looking embarrassingly to the beauty before her, while at the same time getting his damn big head grabbed at by familiar hands the moment the pushed forth all the way in and was even given electric sensations as massages.

“Are you once again playing together? Wasn’t it enough twice last night? You both have no feelings. Get up. It’s soon going to be time for the last 2 battles before the final day…”

Rustle…pah pah-...rustle rustle.

Valeria said and played with the big head in her hands, putting her left index fingertip in the eye before taking it out and forming a large, solid trail of ‘eye liquid’ to her face before standing up and moving towards her private bathroom.

Meanwhile, as she disappeared at the corner of a wall, Fu Lan turned her head and twisted her neck to look back at Ciemnosc. And Ciemnosc looked back at her a few centimeters below her level. Without any words other than an eye-to-eye meeting, he suddenly began pumping harshly and fast amidst her thighs, below the quivering sweet, mushy, and wetting meat.

The sound of her ass slapping against his skin felt good. Ciemnosc could now understand a bit more of all the things he saw as a child. He gave Fu Lan a few thrusts for thigh-rubbing sensations, forcing her to cover her mouth to not hide moans but from both: incredibility at how good it actually felt and…because she got to wonder how it would be if it was in with the way he moved and the intensity which he moved his body with? Ah, damn those darkest of all eyes too.

Before long, both of them stopped moving altogether, and a bright azure-eyed beauty looked into the eyes that couldn’t have a second in terms of the darkest of all colors and things in existence. Once Ciemnosc had shown her that not only his skin but even what came out of his body supposed to be warm at first was also cooling and refreshing right onto her twat, they then hurriedly stood up and went into the private bathroom.

One went straight towards where Valy was and joined her, starting to shower together with some obvious teasing and grabbing here and there with the occasional kittenish, small moan sounding out and gasps threatening to invite Ciemnosc right in…and that wasn’t just for bathing purposes; Ciemnosc fought hard with his will as he resisted the temptation of womanly charm.

Before long, it was close to 7 am and close to the first battle of the day, since yesterday all 8 remaining fighters were decided, with the first batch being quite a few interesting battles, today were going to be only 2 fights but that would have quite the free amount of time from one to the other.

It was basically done so that there would be enough time to heal with one’s pills, meditation, and cultivation, as it wasn’t that surprisingly known for cultivators to breakthrough after having harshly fought one of their fights. Yet, it was also common to see such battles ending up in the death of said cultivator even if they killed their enemy or defeated them, right after their said enemy.

But, since this was a grand event tournament, even if the killing was basically a necessity for this event where all 4 major organizations recognized and ‘needed’ it to remain, it was still an event and not in the middle of a battlefield. Hence, one could have quite some time to rest and prepare for the last fight, for the winners of the first one of course, of the day in case there were any serious injuries or condition they were in.

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Back at the largest stadium up to date, it was already 6 PM and close to 7 PM as well.

The first fights of the day had already gone by, and the results of such were, without a doubt, pretty boring in more than one way. For starters, there were almost basically no good fights at all, and there was only that one fight between Enaro and Helala to fight for the continuation of their stay in this grand event.

That was one hell of a battle as Enaro remained as cordial and ‘gentlemanly’ as he could, even when he was fought and punched and kicked until his face became reddened, even when his body was being tossed around like it was a ragdoll and even when each of his attempts at attacking was forced to become defensive; hence maintaining a defensive stance at all times.

It was not something that Enaro could afford, after all, even if he were to win, which was already impossible with Helala being a whole stage above himself. Even if he were to win, he would become rather heavily injured to the point he’d need around 3 days to heal because the pure and scalding ‘arts’ of the Preferential Light Justice are just that much too dangerous for anyone.

While Enaro might not have a Mortal grade weapon like Helala, he did have some experience fighting with people who had one at least, namely Fu Lan and Valeria. But Helala’s use of Water elemental attacks, which were full of danger, and perilous injuries was something new and even more flexible than carrying around a weapon and brandishing it.

She could just be in the middle of walking and raising her arms or moving them as if dancing in whichever direction, angle, and twist that she wanted to move them with and then summon a spike, icicle, shield, or even rock of ice to beat the shit out of Enaro.

From one point to another, Enaro was ‘chased’ as he retreated while facing her, trying all angles and all possible methods to counterattack and gain the hearts of Fu Lan and Valeria! But it was too, naturally, to no avail.

Enaro lasted a few more minutes, going well over the 12th minute and then finally falling with his wrists, shins, calves, and hipbones locked in ice which he was rescued from with the aid of some extensive warming tools already prepared for him by his master with some fellow sect disciples carrying her will as well.

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Fu Lan faced another Moribund Yearning Cult core believer. While Valeria did so as well, and though this one was weaker than Kalek and was also capable of reaching so far in the grand event tournament due to the simple fact that he was basically lucky, this core believer was still indeed somewhat strong despite also being at the 9th stage of the Spirit Gathering realm.

Valeria’s opponent, Oscion, was one of the greatest core disciples from the sect, very tall, with white skin, and had a bald-like hairstyle. No matter what though, he only resisted a couple of attacks from Valeria with his puppets and some mind-playing tricks before surrendering, right before being halved or made into little pieces of himself.

And now that things have finally come all to an end, and the 4 last fighters had been decided by themselves and their own capabilities to both survive or defeat at least most of the opponents they faced, the 3rd day’s final round had finally come, and it was only a matter of time before the results of the new matchmaking between those 4 came out.

During the rest of the day, once the first round of the day was over, Ciemnosc could’ve spent some time with the girls as they were going to not need to recuperate other than some Power Energy spent with an Inferior grade Powerful Stone.

However, he ended up making his way back to the mountain-rock building; he, however, also took the ‘long way’ there.

Ciemnosc was seated on a rather good spot, a pair of beauties who might even face in the next round at both his sides as he rested his arms on the armchairs of his own chair though, and not on their shoulders and nape. Even then though, their hands were above his on both chairs, as if belonging to him and being there to make their ‘lord’ feel even better while watching the show.

On another set, Helala was calmly seated with all her dignity and beauty showering the bleachers around her with endless. Showering crystal-ish marvel as…as she was sitting next to an orange-haired young man with a relaxed, handsome face on his face and crossing his left leg onto his right one - as he sat to her left.

“...” Ciemnosc and company were enjoying their own time, though, uncaring about anything of the attention they were getting… When there was finally the announcement, one that was expected, it still managed to get the crowd around and go crazy just a bit more!

“Next! The last battle to decide the final 2 fighters for this grand event, the tournament of all major organizations in the world, has been decided!” There was a slight pause after the announcer shouted just this, and it worked well as the crowd silently waited. “In the first fight… …Helala of the Preferential Light Justice Sect vs the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect’s…”

“...” Once again, the crowd was barely able to hold it in, and even though it is a grand event that happens every year, this year was pretty much the greatest after so many decades. After all, the strongest growing geniuses of the next generation of upper echelons within the sect were to enter the Conflagrate realm by the time that next year’s grand event came.

“...Valeria!!” The announcer shouted, at last. His words were already loud and clearly audible before, but his one-word shout was all that it took…for the stadium to grow with ardor… It was already intuitive that the beauties wouldn’t fight each other now when Helala and the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect were mentioned in the same line but…

“WOAAHAAH!!” - “KITTY FIGHT! KITTY FIGHT! KITTY FIGHT!” - “Hey, who touched my butt…I’m a straight male…”

“Oh…seems like you’re up next,” Ciemnosc said. Nobody even cared about what the announcer said next as it was just some meaningless and obvious result from an ‘unknown’, uncared for, and unimportant Eagerburning Flames Sect’s disciple about to be once again destroyed or even incinerated by beauty Fu Lan.

“Mhm, let’s go then.” Valeria nodded. She then took Fu Lan’s hand and gripped it before letting go and started walking towards her 35 square meters big arena. Fu Lan followed, of course, towards her own arena and said a few last words to Valeria as Helala also made her way to Valeria’s arena. “I’ll finish him off fast, don’t be too late in case your little Ciemnosc grows too fancy of me.”

With that, Valeria stopped walking only to see a lower back with a pair of nice buttocks dazzling the world left and right, up and down slightly too…

“Heh,” smirking, Valeria then ignored the taunting demon and went up to her stage. The moment she stepped on, she noticed that Helala was already there. And the crowd yet again for the umpteenth time began to become crazed by simply the prospect of these two monsters fighting each other now after so long of watching them reach up to this point.

Now, in both arenas, 2 opponents faced each other waiting but not really caring for the announcer to shout at the beginning of the battle.

Helala and Valeria were gazing at each other with tranquility; Helala could see the easiness in Valeria’s eyes and could understand where her confidence came from, not just her power but herself in general. In her weapons, both the Mortal sword and the black ruler dagger as well as her unequivocal experience that has been garnered for who knows what.

It was that simple, to both see and discern the light behind Valeria’s eyes as she held her chest high without her weapons still out yet but already radiating that sharp, dangerous aura that made her…her.

On the other hand, Valeria could see, from within Helala’s yellow eyes and…how despite not truly being known for her talent, her beauty was extremely known throughout the Region. There was still a fight hidden deep within that wouldn’t mind changing even the entire world if she could. If she could.

“The semifinals…start now!”

Fwoosh, bbrr-crarrraarrckk- BOOOOOM!!

“!” - “!?” Just as soon as the battle commenced, just as soon as there was the crowd now going crazy for real, though at a known and moderate level. Valeria and Helala both became astounded as their senses picked up such dangerous sensations from their right. And all they could do was show their surprise, shock, and disbelief when they saw the raging orange flames at their right.

Just now, only to the eyes of a few individuals, Ciemnosc being one of them. Fu Lan had moved with such utter precision. It was to the point that he could see, but would not be able to follow even for a third of her speed and quick movements that she dashed simply forwards and met head-on with the Eagerburning Flames Sect disciple.

And, despite their name and profession being one and only one and the best of such in the world, the enemy sect disciple went flying high up in the air with his body already breaking off like charcoal in the wind as it still made its way all the way to the sky for half a hundred meters.

Step, step…

From below the small cloud of fire, quickly dispersing but not as quickly as it happened the day before, a pair of feet walked on the arena while hidden by the cloud of fire. Just as the second set of footsteps was heard, Fu Lan’s outlined figure was seen through the dispersing and crackling flames at last.

“...Whoever is going to be my match tomorrow, make sure to prepare well enough for me.” Fu Lan’s words rang as her beautiful body was finally on display to the whole crowd and Valeria and Helala’s eyes. She then walked off with such swag, her shoulders almost moving like that of a tiger’s simply walking off after catching sight of a nice prey…

“...gulp.” Valeria was dazzled seeing Fu Lan’s figure disappear, her eyes shining as her crazed battle-lusted self came out a little bit, and it somewhat frightened the crystal blue-haired beauty before her still. She finally turned to look at Valeria once again. While the announcer shouted at the first finalist and the crowd did their thing over again.

“I don’t get why 2 women would be willing with a man together,” Helala said while moving to a stance similar to boxing, but with the back of her hands showing flatly towards Valeria even almost in a square shape. Her large blue gloves only covered the back of her hand and most of her forearm, while her underside was exposed.

“I don’t get why little girls like you talk as if they have the right to, though.” Valeria responded, sliding her left foot a bit backwards, but her front chest still proudly aiming at the ‘little girl’ who now seemed affected by such carelessly spoken words.

It wasn’t like there was no hatred, nor anything similar. But now, there was a will, and a fight was to really break out.

“...” - “...” Both young women, beauties, looked at one another, and slowly, their eyes came to end up looking at the center of their noses’ bridges.

Step… Step…

Swish… Fwuung~, cuuuh! Swish~- whistle!

Both of them moved towards the other, their first steps as if it wasn’t a big deal and very small, as well as slow for that matter. However, while Valeria stepped with her left foot that she had slid backwards, she immediately followed by merely using her left leg as ‘support’, while her right foot made all the work, her fast footsteps sounding through the stadium in this sudden silence while leaning her body to the left; and not just a little.

Helala, on the other hand, leaned her body forwards and sent her body at a seemingly normal pace to the quickly coming Valeria with both her ruler dagger and Mortal sword already out and swinging in the air towards herself as they came out from Valeria’s Covert Space bag.

With her arms moving in front of her chest and her right hand in front of her left hand, both in front of her chest, a light blue glow came to be between her wrists and chest as her eyes terrifyingly locked onto the quickly approaching Valeria.

From her uncovered skin by her large gloves, several small needles of ice were formed by her Power Energy and the gloves-tool she was using, her Power Energy spent a little but she didn’t stop there. Just as she was getting closer and closer to meeting Valeria’s incoming attacks head-on, a pair of long sticks appeared at the palm of her hands…

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