At the same time, the cultivator of the Rijal clan also looked at Amrit and had just said “Young master be careful” when he saw the blood on his opponent’s arm. Even after fighting for a while, he hadn’t done any substantial damage to the cultivator of the Visigoth clan but when he saw the young master easily nick the cultivator, he was stupefied.
Amrit looked back to the stupefied cultivator and said “Senior I want to try my strength against him.” At the same time, the previous deacon landed near him and said “Let him be. The young master is strong. Be ready if he needs support.” The cultivator could only nod in a blank state. He had just broken through the foundation building realm and had barely consolidated his base but the young master not even being in the foundation building realm was stronger than him. He didn’t know what to believe.
Still in a blank state, he looked at the deacon. The deacon just sighed and said, “You’ll see.” The cultivator could just nod. Meanwhile, Amrit looked at the Visigoth clan member with a deep look. The Visigoth clan member had a sturdy build and the muscles on his body were chiseled. Every muscle screamed of raw power.
He knew most of the cultivators in the qi sensing realm wouldn’t be able to withstand just a simple punch from this opponent. But Amrit only got excited. This was the first time he was going to battle against a body path cultivator. He planted the halberd on the ground like a flag, the ribbons of gold and silver were dazzling on the dark night.
Amrit massaged his forearms and shook his head left and right as if he were doing a warm-up before exercise. The bones on his neck were making sounds. The opponent from the Visigoth clan was looking coldly at Amrit, his muscles twitching due to the stored power. He was on the verge of erupting. Amrit looked at him and said “I am no genius. I just got a bit lucky. As for letting me live, you don’t have the strength to decide my fate yet.”
Saying his piece Amrit leaped towards his enemy. His muscles were taut, and every fiber of his being was packed with raw power ready to explode. Just as he had reached the Visigoth clan member, his head buzzed followed by sharp pain. Along with the sharp pain was a voice that said “What if you also include me?” Just as the voice had ended, a punch with vast power capable of breaking half a meter-thick concrete wall slammed into Amrit.
He didn’t have time to prepare defense against the attack but his body reacted automatically and the attack only hit his right arm. Although the right arm seemed to be vibrating and sharp pain followed immediately, there was not much harm. No bones were fractured or even the muscles on the arms were affected seriously.
The bloody crimson qi circulated itself and the healing began immediately. Even the purple patch that had been left on his arm was receding quietly before completely disappearing. Amrit looked in the direction of the voice and saw a skinny man with a hooked nose and sunken eyes appearing from the dark. It was a cultivator from the Ming clan. And judging from the strength of the soul attack, he seemed to be in the middle stage of the foundation building realm.
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Those Mings were always a sneaky bunch, always appearing in the dark and using their soul attacks on unsuspecting cultivators. No one knew their origin but they had been on the Lunaris city the longest. The Mings didn’t mingle with other clans that much and they seemed mysterious but anyone who had a deal with them knew they were a little more sinister than other clans in the city.
The Rijal are petty, the Visigoths are simple-minded and easily prone to anger whereas the Ming’s are a bit sinister. Amrit looked at the Ming clan elder and said “Hehe don’t worry you will get your turn. Don’t interfere when two men are fighting.” Saying this he fortified his consciousness and once again gathered strength in his arms.
If the cultivator from the Ming clan was at the initial stage of the foundation building realm, he would not have cared but even with his soul power, the middle stage foundation building cultivator could cause some damage. The deacon and cultivator behind Amrit were preparing to deal with the Ming clan cultivator but he signaled them not to interfere. The Visigoth clan member looked at the Ming clan member sternly warning him not to interfere. The Ming clan member just raised his hand and sighed. He knew that if he interfered again, he would probably be attacked by his ally.
Although it was troublesome, Amrit felt like he could deal with both of them. Gathering strength, Amrit ran towards the Visigoth clan member. Both of them clashed with their fist. The white-grey qi from the Visigoth clan member and the bloody crimson qi from Amrit clashed with each other creating small shockwaves. The grass below them had become the passerby victims. They were holding on to their lives but the shockwaves had shredded them to bits and pieces.
Then from their arms to their whole body, they were covered in qi, and both of them started smiling and started fighting. There were no fancy techniques or movements used, it was a pure bout of physical strength. The clan members of the Visigoth clan were simple-minded and always liked to fight. They disdained anyone who used sneaky attacks like the Ming clan and it was only due to the situation of the city they had to ally with them.
The two people started going from fist to fist, legs and any body parts they could afflict damage with. Although battle instinct was ingrained into Amrit by the bloodline, he hadn’t had a chance to go all out with another cultivator in the most primal way. After fighting for a while, he found that with each clash, he was getting proficient in battle.
He thought that there was nothing more improvement left before breaking through to the foundation building realm. But with each clash, he found new ways to exert forces and new ways to control the muscles to preserve more energy. It was not only Amrit but the cultivator from the Visigoth clan was also feeling great.
There were very few people in the Lunaris city that could go toe to toe with the Visigoth clan members when fighting with physical strength alone. And finding someone who also excelled in the same field with different techniques was almost a godsend. If this was not for the battlefield it would have been a great start of friendship. The two people at some point had forgotten that they were on the battlefield.