Chapter 202 Doomsday Rage

Badeluo had just returned to his seat in a sorry state. Aota was seething at the sight of him. If they weren’t in the grand hall, he would have kicked him in the ass: "You idiot, why use brute strength against a sea shark when you have soul power? What’s wrong with your brain?"

"Left it at home," Dongbuluo quipped from the side.

Badeluo looked dejected, hanging his head: "I didn’t expect him to be so strong…"

"Boss, don’t be angry. Jina will win back our honor."

"You’re an idiot too. That’s exactly why I’m angry, you’re embarrassing me!" Aota truly didn’t want to lose face in front of Xue Zhiyu; it made him seem incompetent.

At that moment, Jina had already engaged Shark in combat. Though she seemed nonchalant, the atmosphere and the stimulation from the alcohol had her slightly on edge.

Boom!

Two forces erupted simultaneously, the powerful impact being equally absorbed by both. The air behind them crackled with pressure.

At the same time, both were rooted to the spot, their bodies motionless, but the muscles in their bodies could be seen trembling as they strained against each other.

A stalemate!

The merfolk were surprised. Humans, if not for the emergence of the Supreme Saint, would still be slaves to the various races, even lower in status than the beastmen. Without soul power, how could they compete with the merfolk?

Jina’s muscles bulged prominently, her thick legs brimming with steel-like muscle, showing no signs of weakness.

Shark was secretly alarmed. Even among the merfolk, he had never encountered a woman with such strength. His eyes suddenly narrowed, pupils dilating as a small red dot circled in his hollow gaze, quickly forming a dark red crescent moon. The bloodlust of the sea shark surged.

Jina’s pupils also contracted sharply, a tiger’s roar and dragon’s cry emanating from her, a “King” symbol appearing on her forehead. Old Wang quietly withdrew his hand from Jina’s table. No wonder this girl was so confident; she was a rare Tiger King, one of the most powerful and yang-filled tigers, on par with the supreme Taiji Tigers, born with incredible strength.

"Rise up!"

Jina roared, and her already powerful muscles bulged even more, transforming her into a super-strong Barbie doll. The tension between the two had reached its peak, causing the air around them to tremble. Then, the sea shark warrior was actually lifted off the ground by Jina.

*Boom...*

The sea shark crashed heavily to the ground. Xuecai and the others immediately jumped up in cheers. The older generation remained more composed, but their eyes shone with admiration.

"Great!" Badeluo also screamed excitedly. Truly, she was his lifelong goddess, looking so cool when she beat him up, and even cooler when she helped him beat others!

Tassia, Xuecai, and the others were flushed with excitement, clapping wildly. Sister Jina was indeed reliable; there seemed to be nothing she couldn't do. Even someone as domineering as Badeluo in the Holy Sanctuary was just a kid in front of her.

"Jina is truly remarkable. She has fully utilized her tiger-like constitution. It's clear that her training must be very rigorous," Donghuang Yigu praised. Despite her young age, Jina was much more composed than the three reckless boys from the Lin Dong family.

Dajirikapu, one of the Five Tigers of Bingling and the oldest among them, was nearly fifty years old. With his family's younger generation displaying such prowess before the emperor, he felt proud and said with a smile, "Alright, alright, we shouldn't overpraise her. A jade unpolished is not a treasure. This child still has a long way to go before becoming a hero."

Emperor Xuecangbai also smiled. Jina had helped Bingling reclaim some honor. He turned to the envoy Lakfu and said, "Your subordinate has fought two consecutive battles and expended a lot of energy. Though defeated, he has fought honorably. Let's call it a draw and end it here."

This was meant to give Lakfu a way out, but Lakfu, who had come prepared, was not about to let it go so easily. He smiled slightly, "Your Majesty, humans have a saying: 'There is no first in literature, but there is a second in martial arts.' How can a fight end in a draw? It's not satisfying at all!"

As he spoke, he glared fiercely at the fallen shark warrior. Originally, he planned to win two quick matches and then apply pressure, but this guy actually lost, and to a woman no less. Where would the face of the sea race be now?

"Tyron!" Lakfu called out, and a man with a similar appearance to him stepped forward silently.

This man was also broad-shouldered and large-headed, with a neck like a bucket connecting his head and shoulders, making him look like an inverted triangle.

He was a whale warrior, one of the three royal families of the sea race. Whether in physical or magical talent, they were undoubtedly among the best in the sea race, and his strength was unquestionable.

He walked forward and glanced at Jina, "I'll play with you!"

"Shameless!"

Jina hadn't even opened her mouth when Aota, unable to contain his excitement, leaped into the grand hall.

What a perfect opportunity to shine! When Badeluo lost earlier, he had wanted to jump in, but Jina beat him to it. This time, no matter what, he was going to be the first one out of everyone else.

"There's no reason for a woman to fight in a round-robin!" Aota said excitedly, "Let her rest; I, Aota, will play with you!"

Lakfu had intended to have someone eliminate Jina, but upon hearing Aota's name, his interest piqued, and he narrowed his eyes, "So this is Aota of the Winter Clan?"

"Even the envoy has heard of this child's name?" Xue Cangbai smiled, not surprised that his favored son-in-law, known as a genius in the neighboring duchies, had also made a name for himself among the sea tribes.

Lakfu chuckled and nodded at Tyroen, "Of course I've heard of him; I was just curious to see if the reputation is deserved."

Neither of the two in the arena were ones to waste time, and with Lakfu's nod, Tyroen and Aota immediately engaged.

The previous two matches had been tests of strength, and this one was no different.

Tyroen's strength was clearly greater than Shark's, and the whale tribe's massive build made Aota, who was already two meters tall, seem like a small fry in comparison, as if they were in completely different weight classes.

But the moment they exerted their strength, Tyroen felt he couldn't quite handle it. Despite his smaller stature, Aota was incredibly powerful. His muscles, though not bulging, were as hard as iron bars, and the ten fingers gripping Tyroen's hands were like iron clamps, causing excruciating pain.

"In terms of strength, Aota has never lost to anyone," Abuda Zhebie smiled. Aota was his most accomplished disciple, and he knew exactly how much potential he had. With his talent, he could become a hero even while lying down.

In the brief exchange, the outcome in the arena was about to be decided. Tyroen, renowned for his strength, was actually slightly weaker, and his upper body was quickly being forced backward by Aota. Seeing victory within reach, Aota couldn't help but feel a bit smug and glanced over at Xue Zhiyu, wearing an expression that seemed to say, "Praise me now."

The moment had come!

Tyroen's eyes suddenly widened, and he took a deep breath, drawing in the surrounding air as if it were being sucked into his mouth. His eight-pack abs, which were usually well-defined, instantly swelled up.

Then, he opened his mouth—buzz!

A sharp ultrasonic pressure beam instantly aimed at Aota's forehead and blasted him!

Whale Clan — Ultrasonic Pressure!

On land, arcane arts are cursed and sealed, so the attack power of this ultrasonic pressure was reduced to at most thirty percent. But the target was just a human youth under twenty, and it hit him directly in the face.

The ultrasonic wave struck, slamming squarely into Aota's face.

"Cheater, didn't you say no arcane arts?" Xuecai immediately jumped out, though she disliked both the barbarian and the sea folk.

No one cared about these details; this blow should have left him dazed and unable to resist...

Tyroen's eyes widened in shock as he saw the purple-faced Aota grin at him, then suddenly exert force, "Trying to play dirty? Too bad you met me, fall down!"

Boom...

Tyroen's massive body was pinned to the ground, and Aota delivered a swift chop to his bald forehead.

Thud...

Tyroen collapsed, completely overpowered. However, the Whale Clan was indeed resilient, and since Aota hadn't used soul power, he couldn't completely neutralize Tyroen's resistance.

"Kid, you're still green!" Aota said smugly.

Not far away, Dongbuluo happily handed a piece of meat to Badeluo, "See that? He may be reckless, but the boss always uses his head when he fights."

"Alright, you got the upper hand this time," Lakfu said coolly, "I didn't expect the prince consort to be from the Snow Queen lineage and to have mastered the Winter Despair technique. Impressive."

This fight was now hopeless. The Winter Despair technique, a top-tier combat skill of the Winter Clan, once mastered, could ignore arcane and witchcraft attacks for a short period while doubling one's strength. It was a famous human combat skill that had once made the sea folk cry out in despair.

Aota looked at the sea people with enthusiasm, his face beaming without a hint of hostility. "You have good eyesight; you actually know that I should be the prince's consort. Come on, call me a few more times."

The heroes of the Ice Spirit Kingdom rejoiced, but the sea people were all stunned. Tyroen was one of the strongest among the sea people who came tonight, yet he lost so miserably to a human not even twenty years old.

Lakfu wanted to continue fighting to save face, but the problem was that there was no one stronger than Tyroen under his command. He could only look at Aota with some resentment: "A prince’s consort is still a prince’s consort. Next time we come to the shore, we will show you the true strength of the sea people!"

Wang Feng was speechless. What an idiot these sea people are. You’re just a small merchant guild, and this whale clan member is just a commoner. What makes you think you can challenge one of the top ten kingdoms in the League of Blades?

Clara might be understandable, but really, the sea people are overestimating themselves by a lot.

The previously lively scene suddenly fell silent, everyone looking at Lakfu awkwardly. Lakfu seemed to sense the gazes around him and was somewhat surprised. Did I say something wrong?

"Envoy, you’ve made a mistake," Xue Cangbai said with a smile. "Aota is not the prince’s consort. The prince’s consort is this one..."

As he spoke, Xue Cangbai pointed toward the last seat.

Earlier, he had been busy entertaining and communicating with the sea people, and then he was focused on the competition in the hall. He had completely forgotten about Wang Feng. When he pointed over, his eyebrows couldn’t help but twitch.

Wang Feng’s long table was littered with empty plates, and the serving girls responsible for his table were running back and forth non-stop. He was devouring his food, his mouth greasy and the table splattered with oil, while also reaching out to steal food from Badeluo’s table.

Feeling the sudden silence, Old Wang froze with a string of chicken wings in his hand, his cheeks puffed out, and he looked at everyone in confusion.