The legendary warrior novel Chapter 86

As the roaring flames reached the peak, Ricky's body and his saber instantly transformed into a flame furnace, rushing like a lionhearted deer at his opponent.

A loud noise ran through the arena! "Clang!"

With their weapons colliding together again and again, the sounds of combat resounded through the air as sparks flew. The force of roaring flame outshone and scorched the force of flushing tree. But the force of flushing tree which boasted infinite vitality surged with a stronger power in a flash.

The two warriors' robes fluttered and whistled as air flew through them.

In a split second they had vanished, appearing on the other side of the arena instantaneously. The disciples present had no time to even digest what had happened. They could only turn their heads in shock to see the two warriors' sabers cross together violently, and their fists collide fiercely as well.

Back and forth, they shuttled from one side to another side, fighting intensely. It was a well-matched battle.

As the collision grew more and more volatile, the saber-light along with the murderous intent in the young man's eyes became much, much stronger. He became a merciless warrior and thought only of fierce attack. He forged ahead and moved forward without any thought of defending himself.

"That warrior has definitely used another cultivation method, a method could help to improve saber-light as well as murderous intent," a disciple in the crowd speculated.

Under such an aggressive attack, Ricky had to activate his Second Degree of Nine-degree Body Refining Formula and dual powers to counter the mysterious young man. However, it barely broke even. If Ricky wanted to win, he would have to use other maneuvers.

"Bang!"

After a round of intense combat, Ricky and that young men parted for the first time with an earsplitting sound.

They stopped and looked at each other, both stone-faced.

They both knew that it would be meaningless to continue to tie. Only if they played their ace moves would the winner be determined.

"We are peers and entered the same realm of martial arts. You have been the first opponent who has ever been able to keep up with me to this degree," the mysterious young man broke the silence "So now, I will tell you my name, because I want you to know who it is that defeated you."

"Finally!" Ricky replied softly.

"I am Lyndon from the family of Greenhill - an innate spirit clan in West Desolate Land. You should remember my name. You will never forget that the name of the person who beat you is Lyndon."

To tell the truth, Lyndon was quite eager to kill Ricky then and there. But he didn't dare in front of these three powerful demi-immortals.

"I have heard of the West Desolate Land. But I have never known this so-called Greenhill Clan," Ricky replied with contempt.

'Innate spirit clan? So what? We Snow Sect are not lacking in such innate spirits, ' Ricky thought.

"Greenhill Clan! How could he be the young master of Greenhill Clan!?" the disciples exclaimed. Though Ricky knew little about Greenhill Clan, the same couldn't be said for the rest of the people there.

"It was heard that Greenhill Clan represented the largest family across West Desolate Land and boasted two innate spirits. Together with Western Desolate Palace, Greenhill Clan governs the whole Western Desolate Land!"

A few disciples from Shui Clan looked at Lyndon, their eyes shining with admiration. How noble the young master from innate spirit clan was! They at the same time cast an envious glance at Dora, who had once again assumed her haughty smile.

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"Sister, we three should pay intent attention. One of them is the young master from Greenhill Clan and the other is a talented disciple from the Snow Sect. We had better look out for them," the grandmaster of Purity Faction said.

"Don't worry! I will use my power to stop the fight when the time comes and protect us from injury."

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"How dare you not know Greenhill Clan? You dare belittle us!" Lyndon growled in response to Ricky's retort, his eyes were full of murderous intent. If looks could kill, Ricky would have died a thousand of times.

"Why would I know your clan? We never talk about you in the Snow Sect," Ricky replied coldly, annoyed by Lyndon's self-importance.