The legendary warrior novel Chapter 31

It happened so quickly for a warrior who had no signs of spiritual meridian in his system. Was it even possible for a warrior to practice from the sixth grade of Skin Refinement to the eighth grade in less than a month? To some, it was magic, but to Ricky, he might be a little different.

"You're playing tricks on purpose!" Jim said angrily.

"If you try it yourself, you'll know if I'm playing tricks on you." Ricky sneered. Jim felt incredible of Ricky's improvement from the sixth grade to the eighth grade of Skin Refinement. How could someone possibly do it so quickly? In an instant, Ricky's power of the eighth grade of Skin Refinement rose and bore down on Jim directly.

Ricky was fearless although it was his first time to fight the warrior of the ninth grade of Skin Refinement. He was sure to win. The flames of battle were burning in his eyes.

"Ah, an eighth grade. Even if you are in the ninth grade of Skin Refinement, you will still die here today!" Jim said bravely. Jim was equally as brave and fearless as Ricky. Jim stared at Ricky with a killing intent, and saw him as not a threat.

The intent of fighting in Ricky's eyes was getting stronger and stronger, and then Ricky burst out and headed straight for Jim.

A blazing hand was about to hit Jim. He moved his eyes, turned them to Ricky. With darkness hovering his energy, Jim then said, "You really have no idea of your limitations. And since you are in a hurry to die, I will 'help' you today."

Generally speaking, when a warrior at the eighth grade of Skin Refinement saw one at the ninth grade, even if he didn't want to bow his head, he dared not make a provocation.

However, Ricky was not one of them, and Jim wasn't able to stand it.

Whoosh!

Ricky was quick as a fox. Jim did not even notice that Ricky was already in front of him. Ricky took in a deep breath, like in the start of every meditation, and drew his spiritual energy. His eyes darkened, absorbing all the energy that he had and let out a strong roar shook everyone to their core.

Ricky looked at his hands. Flames started to burn elegantly, as if they were extensions of his body. His fists were generating flames!

Ricky punched a fist heavily on the brink of battle.

"Little bastard, I can't believe you can show the power of the ninth grade of Skin Refinement!" Jim said in shock as soon as he felt the power of Ricky's fist radiate all throughout the area.

Jim was beyond surprised with this, because what Ricky showed him was the power of a warrior at the ninth grade of Skin Refinement.

Jim calmed down, gathered all the energy he needed to retaliate. And the intent of murder in his eyes soared.

"Even though you had the power of the ninth grade of Skin Refinement, so what?" It was impossible for a ninth grade of Skin Refinement warrior to defeat him, let alone an eighth grade of Skin Refinement warrior. However, the power was just too intense that Jim had to question himself over and over again. "Why was Ricky so powerful? "

Whatever it was, Jim wasn't afraid. He was not just some ordinary ninth grade of Skin Refinement warrior, but one of the ten outer disciples of the Snow Sect.

Next, a slight golden spiritual energy surrounded the palm of Jim. Strong spiritual energy made his palm look like a golden sun, Jim's fist pressed Ricky quickly and ruthlessly.

"Little bastard, I'll let you know immediately the gap between the ninth grade of Skin Refinement and the eighth grade of Skin Refinement."

"In my eyes, you're as weak as an ant!"

In the low yelling of Jim, his palm collided with Ricky's fist directly.

The atmosphere in the area was so intense that Jim's desire to win the fight radiated everywhere. His eyes met Ricky's. He gave out a little smirk, knowing that Ricky would only get two things from the fight--either he died or he hurt so bad that he'd forfeit the battle. There was no other way to look at it except for victory in Jim's mind.

Hong!

When the fists collided, the two powers collided, piercing the surrounding space sharply, shaking their eardrums, and sinking their feet deep into the ground.

Jim laughed even more triumphantly, and expected to see Ricky scream in despair, ask for help, and look weak from his blow.

But what Jim saw made his thoughts disappear into air. Jim's face went sour. He did not expect what happened next.

For there was a strong force from Ricky's fist flowing into his palm, like a mountain torrent, ready to break his whole arm.

It was hard to believe that this was the power of a normal eighth grade of Skin Refinement warrior.