Born Almighty Warrior novel Chapter 20

"Check it out, Grace. I think we know who the winner is," Connie claimed arrogantly, staring down at the field. Needless to say, the winner she referred to was her disciple, Wade. She then continued teasing, "I thought yours would at least have half a brain. Seems I was wrong. He's such a newbie."

Wade had enormous power, being at the seventh grade of Skin Refinement. Not only that, but there was his blade, imbued with the power of the winds. His command of all these energies was so powerful that not even a warrior at the ninth grade of Skin Refinement would dare to fight him. Such a challenger would be risking his life. Wade's energies were powerful enough to destroy anything—or anyone.

But Ricky dashed right into that bladestorm. Everyone thought he was suicidal.

"Shut your mouth and watch," Grace responded calmly. She would never show any worry or weakness around Connie.

In reality, she was worried, heart threatening to leap right out of her chest. She wondered what on earth Ricky thought he was doing. He was usually cool and calculating, but now he just seemed reckless. Did he want to die? How could he survive this attach? Grace was at the end of her wits.

"Humph!" Connie replied with a disdainful look and then turned her arrogant eyes to the battlefield, expecting this to be over any minute now. She decided not to gloat before it was over. After that, though, victory would taste sweet, and she would definitely lord it over Grace.

That would be vengeance for her son.

She wanted to see Ricky defeated for that.

"What the hell are you doing?" Wade asked in surprise. Most other warriors would close cautiously, hoping he would expend most of his power before they went toe to toe, or even jump aside. However, Ricky just rushed toward him with nothing but merely a sword in his hand.

"Swatting a fly," Ricky replied, turning his cold eyes to Wade.

Meanwhile, an evil smile found its way to his face.

There was a glint in Ricky's gaze. Wade noticed it, and it bugged him. However, that feeling fled quickly because Wade was super confident in himself. He did not believe that Ricky would be able to resist his ferocious attack.

Wade thought it a good idea to pump more and more spiritual energies into his blade just in case. He knew he had to defeat Ricky, and wanted to be prepared. He didn't know what his foe was doing, but he had to do his part of attacking. The air around them crackled with the awesome energies.

"Go to hell!" Wade roared with a mask of rage.

"Nine-degree Body Refining Formula - the First Degree!"

At the same time, Ricky focused his energies into a spiritual roar which boomed around the battle ring.

Visibly, the spiritual energies shot out from every pore of Ricky's body. Then they moved quickly and started to circle him. Finally, they were absorbed back into his body. He was bursting with spiritual power.

In an instant, both Ricky's black hair and his fair skin turned to red.

Light red, though.

Something happened to Ricky. His flesh became as hard as iron.

Thump! Thump!

In the meantime, Wade's blade slashed towards Ricky's shoulders, intending to end the fight by dismembering him. However, the young man remained tactic, except that his clothes were slashed away, revealing four slight marks. The sword then fell to the ground. It was now dead, lifeless.

"No, no! How could this happen? That's impossible! No!!" screamed Wade. The man was astounded. Seeing what just happened, the warrior panicked.

Wade was strong, his technique perfect. He was certain that even a warrior at the ninth grade of Skin Refinement would have been taken down. How did Ricky manage that?

"Anything's possible. You saw it yourself. Time to end this," Ricky pronounced with a cold voice, staring at Wade with emotionless eyes.

Then he raised his sword. Countless fire elementals surrounded the blade. In a blink of an eye, he waved his sword and three flames danced through the air.

It was Nonuple Flame Strike - the Third Strike!

Wade was ill prepared. He was still in shock from what happened. He was lost in thought, and didn't notice Ricky's attacks until the three jets of flame reached him. But by then, it was too late. He was struck full in the chest. He had violated the cardinal rule of fighting and allowed himself to be distracted.

The warrior screeched, carried along the field from the force of the blow, causing a loud bang. Then he was buried with the dust and blast from the crash.

There was only silence from the crowd. Everyone was taken aback and their jaws dropped.