I Am A Prodigy

Crackle!

An explosion of lightning blinded everyone.

“This isn’t just a sword!”

Wu Tianbao explained quickly and was similarly shocked.

It was not a sword, of course. It was merely a short blade in the beginning before becoming a sword. Later, it turned out to be just a medium that could shoot lightning from all directions.

Before their words fell, the lightning sword on the reverse end was already mounting its attack on the iron staff like a silver python.

Screech!

The lightning produced a harsh screech as it scraped against the iron staff!

However, that swing was a desperate attack by Saathi and used a significant portion of strength.

Their strengths were initially on par with each other, but at that point, Anthony’s strength had been broken down as he had to contend with a last-minute attack.

However, both of them were similarly ruthless, as Saathi did not mind his mangled hand while Anthony refused to cease the attack on Saathi’s hand. A large hole had been pierced through Saathi’s palm and it was a terrifying sight.

Thump!

Despite being held back by the lightning, the iron staff continued its attack toward Anthony, who flew back some distance and spat blood from his mouth.

Saathi’s bald head was shining, but he had scarcely the calmness of a monk. Looking more like a madman, his mutilated palm held on to his iron staff, swinging it with both hands and leaving behind a bright and brilliant afterimage.

He lifted it up again!

Anthony’s face turned pale and he snorted. The lightning sword in his hand tunneled through the air like a snake, and his speed was even quicker than before. Like the strike of lightning, his figure flashed and the lightning was about to attack Saathi’s face like a venomous snake.

“Concede!”

The leader of Tintu’s team said calmly. His eyes seemed to have been closed the entire time, for it was narrowed into a slit.

In an instant, someone came to the arena and stopped the clash. “England wins the first round!”

The fight was swift and fierce, lasting no more than a minute. To be precise, it was only 54 seconds.

In 54 seconds, Saathi—a mid-level Innate Stage martial artist—had received an injury to his waist and had a bloody hole drilled right through one of his palms. Meanwhile, Anthony suffered trauma to his internal organs after resisting the staff.

If it was a genuine fight to the death, Saathi would have died and Anthony would be gravely injured!

Soon, specialized medical staff came on the field and took Saathi off to tend his wounds.

Tintu’s monks showed neither sadness or joy.

England’s leader seemed to be downcast.

The battle was not that outstanding.

No one knew Anthony’s lightning attributes and he was naturally an overbearing person. All had been revealed at that point, and most importantly, his lightning attack methods had also been exposed!

Moreover, he suffered an injury too!

Off the arena.

Ye Lingchen could not help but think of four words, “A warrior must fight!”

The outcome on the battlefield depended on life and death!

Once they entered the arena, anyone who held back or acted carelessly would end up losing!

On the other hand, Jing Shan and the others were not at all surprised. They were obviously used to seeing blood and were already prepared for such a situation.

The murderous aura in their Qi was entirely genuine and Ye Lingchen had experienced much less than them.

“England are in a twist right now,” Sun Hongtao said. “They wanted to rely on Anthony to win the first game by surprise, because victory can only be achieved if they eliminated Tintu first person. The result was only a narrow victory though, and the Tintu’s people are also very ruthless.”

Tintu had five mid-level Innate Stage martial artists while England only had four. One was at the low-level of Innate Stage, so Anthony’s first battle was particularly critical.

Something seemed to be off at that time.

The referee looked at Anthony, “Are you going to continue fighting?”

“Yes!”

Anthony took a deep breath. Having drank a bottle of medication to heal his injury, he remained standing in the field.

The second Tintu monk also stepped barefoot into the field. His hands were clasped together and he held no weapons.

“Jakur from Tintu.”

“Don’t you use any weapons, Great Master?” Anthony seemed to want to delay the time.

However, his question was met with Jakur’s punch!

The punch was extremely swift and overwhelming, as if thousands of horses were rushing at the same time!

Ye Lingchen’s brows twitched all of a sudden. “Arhat Fist!”

No!

It was not the Arhat Fist and merely bore some likeness to it.

Jakur’s punch was more sturdy and powerful, and the fist force was large enough to cover a bigger range of attack. It was difficult to avoid, and the aspects that distinguished it from the Arhat Fist made it that much similar to the Arhat Fist Force.

Buddhism came from Tintu, and all martial arts were considered to be Buddhist teachings. They had the same roots, so a couple similarities were nothing unusual.

The fist was golden and brilliant, like Buddha himself launching the attack. After the black, the Qi locked the opponent and exploded in a blast with an amazing attack power.

The punch was sturdy and its execution was also extremely fast. There was no need to build up any power, but the force was shocking enough.

An electric light flashed across Anthony’s body and his figure disappeared like a ghost under the golden fist.

“He uses lightning to increase his speed to the extreme. Anthony’s cultivation focuses on lightning’s quick characteristics,” Wu Tianbao immediately explained.

The power of lightning was divided into two types: one was fierce and domineering, capable of hacking through everything and subduing ten people in one go.

The other was sudden and violent, passing by in a flash. It might be unpredictable, but it was equally as powerful.

From the state of things, Anthony was taking the second route instead of aimlessly shooting out lightning.

Jakur had been mentally prepared to face Anthony’s speed and was not taken aback by it.

As soon as Anthony got close, Jakur suddenly retracted his fist. There was no need for any superfluity, but the punch was far more powerful than the first one!

The fist produced an explosive sound in the air!

Screech!

A tearing sound resounded and the lightning sword had extended out from Anthony’s dagger, piercing Jakur’s neck.

Jakur’s fist landed as well, and the golden Buddha light seemed gentle yet extremely overbearing, tearing the lightning apart.

Anthony’s eyes darkened slightly and he slithered against the ground. His attack had missed and he quickly fled away.

Jakur remained calm. He raised his hand and slapped it to the side!

Boom!

There was a flash of lightning and Anthony backed away quickly once more.

…

“F*ck. Lightning-based awakened ones are really extraordinary,” Jing Shan could not help but curse in envy.

“Compared to us warriors, the awakened one’s abilities are indeed unique, and the initial advantage will be quite obvious. This is also the reason why Murica constantly wins the International Martial Arts Tournament,” Sun Hongtao said lightly. “Anthony is one of the rare ones with lightning nature, which shows just how well-prepared England was this time.”

“Such an opponent will be very troublesome,” Zheng Dali said with a frown.

His weapon of choice was a saber, and his primary fear was encountering such an opponent.

“I understand, awakened ones are like mages, while us warriors are like soldiers,” Jing Shan said suddenly and concluded, “Mages usually have an advantage over soldiers when gaming.”

Everyone glanced at Jing Shan speechlessly. His brain circuits functioned in such a roundabout way that he used the gaming profession as an analogy.