The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 396

Indisputably Emperor Arthur's cultivation base was far more superior, even one level higher than the Mysterious Realm. He needed merely one glance at Austin to assess his actual strength.

"Well, Theon, Austin is a rare talent. It is a pity that you could not retain him as part of the Sun Sect. What a shame!" The emperor said with a mark of regret on his face.

"Uh... ..."

Theon was listening to the emperor's words with complete reverence towards the emperor though he could feel an explosion of emotions in his mind.

"Oh, also," Emperor Arthur paused for a moment, and remarked. "Is it true that there is a seething hostility between Austin and the Flaming Sun Valley?

He ripped their bodies apart with his savage punches. Such aggressiveness would not have been possible if there were no grudges."

The head of Flaming Sun Valley could no longer hold back.

"Your Majesty, Austin is a vicious and cruel cultivator.

No one from Flaming Sun Valley has ever offended him in any way, and yet he murdered the grandson of our Chief Elder.

He killed more than a dozen of disciples from Flaming Sun Valley too.

This is the reason why the Flaming Sun Valley regards Austin as an enemy.

It is obvious that Austin's ferociousness or his love of killing has nothing to do with hatred, but his nature.

In the future, this man will certainly conduct more of such evil deeds. We as the righteous men should not tolerate it."

Unexpectedly, Emperor Arthur with a strange shimmer in his eyes as he reciprocated to the head of Flaming Sun Valley, "You must have heard the saying 'One general achieves renown over the dead bodies of ten thousand soldiers'. With his kind of temperament and if he doesn't die in the next 10 years, he is bound to become a great hero of this generation."

With Austin violently killing Shawn, the first 100 games of the first round ended.

In the first round, a total of 200 people participated and eventually 100 people were eliminated. The remaining 100 contestants were qualified to enter the second round.

The old eunuch announced, "The remaining 100 qualifying contestants please go back to the formation to which you belong, and take rest.

Please wait until the first round is over and the second round begins.

The contestants who have been eliminated from the competition can now leave the arena or stay in the audience and watch the rest of the game."

Austin walked back to the formation that he belonged to with the sound of the announcement echoing at his back.

As soon as he returned, Dewey welcomed him immediately, "Tin, your game is always exciting to watch! And of course very inspiring!"

"Haha, Austin, although you're the last one to finish the fight, it was a piece of cake for you to defeat Shawn in a minute. You were just practicing very hard to perfect your fighting skills," Maria laughed delightedly.

Austin turned towards her, impressed by Maria's perceptiveness.

"Oh, I'm flattered. Even you walked out victorious in such a spontaneous manner."

Seeing Maria's relaxed expression, Austin realized that she didn't have to put much effort into the battle she had just fought.

"Sounds like it was sheer luck!

This competition has just begun. You guys have not yet encountered a real master. Being complacent will get you killed."

A cold voice cut through their conversation.

"Oh?"

Austin and the other two turned their heads at the same time.

And their eyes met Philip, standing there with his arms folded below his chest, looking disdainful.

Next to Philip, Michael also looked at Austin contemptuously, unable to conceal his disgust in his eyes.

"Oh, there are two mad dogs barking around."

Austin gave a slightly crooked smile, turned his gaze away, and ignored them.

"What a brat! Do you know who you are talking to? You'd better not face me in the competition, or else you will suffer!" Philip snapped back.

Austin's words made him furious. A cold murderous glimmer flashing through his eyes that could send a chill down the spine of any ordinary person.

"Oh, is that it?

Well, since you have taken the pain to come here and embarrass yourself, although we are both competing for Prince Reuben, let me tell you that if I were to fight you two in the game, I will slice you both into meat dregs."

Austin stood erect and replied maintaining a cool demeanor.

Oh... ...

One by one, the fighters were transmitted to the battle ring by the magical power of the number plate.

"Well, I have a fight in this round," Dewey who was standing next to Austin suddenly shouted. The number plate on his body emitted white light and then Dewey disappeared.

With the help of his spiritual sense, Austin immediately spotted the figure of Dewey in the 75th battle ring.

Dewey's opponent was a tall, thin and eagle-eyed young man whose most striking feature was his big hands.

His palm was three or four times larger than the average person. His whole body was burnished with glaze, and his entire palm was almost transparent. Crystal clear, free of impurities.

With his spiritual sense, Austin immediately made the judgment that this was the appearance of a person who had practiced the palm fighting skill to a very high level.

When this young man marked Dewey's fat and short stature in a demeaning manner and when his eyes fell on Dewey's smiling face, he couldn't help but scorn at Dewey with a completely menacing expression!

He put his left palm behind his back and stretched the right one as he addressed Dewey, "Kid, remember when I kill

I only use one hand. And so far, only seven of my peers have been able to force me to use the left hand."

During his speech, the boundless palm intent completely broke out over the battle ring. The palm shadows overlapped as if the ring was surrounded by mountains, wandering and floating, creating a majestic atmosphere.

"Oh, really? You... You... Hey, I'm telling you, dude, there is no need to scare me so much, all right?

Ha-ha... I mean... Let's make peace between us first.

I'm Dewey. Nice to meet you!"

Dewey introduced himself and smiled in a silly manner. His hands formed an arch in a funny movement. His attitude took his opponent by surprise but he was far from being amused.

"Ha-ha, everybody, look, the fat man on the 75th ring is such a clown!"

The audience burst into a roaring laughter.

"Hey fat man! Surrender! Concede at the very beginning so that you don't get beaten up! "

Some people from the audience even whistled and passed jokes.