Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 172

Standing in the arena, the middle-aged drunk man was well prepared, sending out an invincible power fiercely, much like a king of beasts baring his teeth.

'I have to say… there's no doubt he's a strong opponent.

Fine, then. Let us fight and see who will be left laughing in the end, ' Darren thought to himself as he wholly felt his rival's power.

Though the drunk man could be considered a strong cultivator, Darren could tell that he was still weaker than Bruce. With that in mind, Darren made his move. The moment he launched his attack with the blade, overwhelming blade intent darted toward his opponent violently. The next moment, Darren flashed in the air and disappeared entirely.

The man, still seemingly drunk, continued waving his jug casually and taking swigs out of it.

Little did the crowd know that it was exactly those seemingly casual waving movements that blocked Darren's blade intent.

Since Darren had already predicted that the man wouldn't get hurt easily by his blade intent, the attack was never his main intention. While the blade intent stalled him, Darren secretly sneaked up behind his opponent.

"Cracking Attack!

Profound Nine Sword Skills!"

Without any reservation, Darren attacked using blade and sword—he had the best timing.

The power utilizing blade and sword intents together was at least a ten times more formidable attack than using any of them alone.

Surprise flashed across the middle-aged man's face. The overwhelming power shocked him enough into finally taking the battle seriously.

In an instantaneous burst, the man darted forward and kicked the jug into the air. With that, the burning fire surrounded the jug, splitting in the air before gathering together above the arena like streams merging into a river.

The man then began changing his position and launching various strikes in almost every corner of the stage, much like an invisible spirit. His every strike summoned such strong power that it could even kill a cultivator at the top level of the Mysterious Realm.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Deafening noises resounded in the air, loud and clear.

Countless collisions between sword and blade flashed as the middle-aged man transformed. It was a truly violent and fierce fight. Although the protection set around the arena had diminished the impact, the surrounding building was still shaking under the immense power.

"You sure are looking for death!" the man shouted angrily. It was made evident that Darren was a tough guy to deal with. In this way, his determination to kill Darren was stronger more than ever.

"Stop speaking nonsense! Let's see who'll be laughing at the end!"

Covered by his black armor, Darren shouted back. Apart from continuing to summon blade and sword intent in a frenzy, Darren secretly summoned a trace of demonic internal force.

With that, he moved forward to fight face-to-face. Boom! The two vague shadows collided violently.

An enormous force struck them both from the collision.

The man was forced to take a few steps back until he was right on the edge of the stage before he regained his balance.

At that moment, his casual attitude disappeared completely. There was no longer any sign of intoxication on his face—he stared at Darren with a puzzled frown.

Though Darren had great power, that didn't scare him at all. What intimidated him was something unusual—something dark, cold, and spiritual that attacked and destroyed his energy meridians. Although he could feel the pain from it, he couldn't tell what exactly it was.

While Darren retreated several steps because of the collision, he bounced off in a blink of an eye and landed another strike.

Darren's strength had been entirely generated—in the next thirty minutes, he didn't stop attacking, not allowing his opponent to take a breath in the barrage.

Having accumulated much power internally, Darren, in some way, was akin to a tremendous stream with inexhaustible water. On the contrary, the middle-aged man's vital energy was reduced from every attack. As time went by, his breath got far weaker than the last.

It was clear to the man that he wouldn't be able to stand Darren's relentless attack any longer. If the battle continued as it did, he would die of exhaustion—he had to do something to shift the scene.

''Omnipotent Talent Skill!'' Finally, he managed to shout with a fire burning in his eyes.

"Oh no… shit! He has Omnipotent Talent Skill!" Even someone as strong as Darren knew that it was never good news.

Suddenly, the burning jug floating in the air exploded, turning into a flaming dragon dancing on the stage.

Everyone in the stands was stunned at the sight.

"Seriously? That is the strongest hit of Wonder Realm!" The crowd went wild—the seemingly ordinary middle-aged man had completely exceeded their expectations. It was the skill of Wonder Realm. With that, they had already speculated Darren's inevitable doom. How unlucky it was for Darren to be paired with such a man. Some even started to feel sorry for Darren.

But Darren didn't seem to think so. "Humph! Just so-so. I expect something better. Turns out, it's merely another flop!"

Having witnessed what the genuine Omnipotent Talent Skill of Wonder Realm was capable of, Darren could tell that the flaming dragon's strength was a mere one-thousandth of that at most. The difference between the two was that of a drop of water to a huge stream—it wasn't even worth making a comparison.

Assuming that the middle-aged man did master the integral Omnipotent Talent Skill, how come he flopped so quickly from Wonder Realm?

The flaming dragon was merely a fundamental hit of supernatural martial skill—it was definitely not all that scary or formidable as others thought it was.

Setting his eyes on the stage fiercely, Darren saw there wasn't anything visible in the fire.

"Maybe this is a good chance…" Sensing the opportunity arising, Darren immediately practiced the demon core and covered his entire body with black armor.