Shennong Dao Master
Chapter 349 - 18: Completion of the Nine Rings Task, Evaluation and Bets of the Three Kings! (Two in One)_3

Chapter 349: Chapter 18: Completion of the Nine Rings Task, Evaluation and Bets of the Three Kings! (Two in One)_3

You could come at me with a hundred or a thousand ’thunder’ spells, it wouldn’t matter. Without the ability to force blood loss, the enemy can’t even cast a spell when I’m going all out.

If it were a Power Witch or another type, even as a seventh-grade, they would have some means to fight back. But this person, who is like the ’Military Minister of Agriculture Officer’ of the barbarians, is no match for Zhao Xing.

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"You scum, come on! Fight me!"

Lun Jing roared despairingly at the heavens.

He couldn’t touch anyone, only watching helplessly as the warriors fell one by one. After the thunder stopped, rain began to fall on him again.

Lun Jing, his hair disheveled, resembled a desperate trapped beast, leaping into the air repeatedly but returning empty-handed each time.

Under the suppression of Swallowing Cloud, he couldn’t even briefly fly by harnessing primordial energy.

Where could he find any primordial energy to use? All of it was controlled by Zhao Xing!

Lun Jing was already in despair, but when Xia Jing descended, he truly understood the meaning of hopelessness.

"Mr. Zhao, stop the wind and rain."

"And lift the suppression."

Xia Jing stepped down through the air, landing step by step in front of Lun Jing.

On the roof of the giant stone house, they stood fifty meters apart, facing each other.

Hearing this, Zhao Xing cleared out an area immediately.

He knew what Xia Jing intended to do.

Before the entire Hana Tribe, he would defeat their strongest warrior one-on-one.

This would shatter their will to resist completely.

They were less than two thousand strong. Taking down the fifty thousand members of the Hana Tribe would take a long time.

But if they could defeat Lun Jing, the rest would be much easier.

"Barbarian leader, I offer you a fair fight!" (Common Tongue)

"I am only in the eighth-grade, while you are in the seventh-grade."

"If you can withstand three moves from me, you live, and all the Hana Tribe members live!" (Common Tongue)

"If you lose, you must order all members of the Hana Tribe to surrender." (Common Tongue)

Xia Jing used a secret sound wave technique, amplifying his voice, and Zhao Xing cooperatively cast a Wind Skill, sending Xia Jing’s words to every corner of the Hana Tribe’s territory.

"My name is Lun Jing. I accept this condition! Please tell me your name!" Lun Jing, surprisingly calm at this moment, replied.

"When you are defeated, you will know." Xia Jing smiled faintly and gestured him to come, "Come on."

"Die!" Lun Jing shouted, swinging his colossal axe and charging towards Xia Jing.

Zhao Xing watched the battle below quietly.

Because Xia Jing hadn’t completed his third ring task, he was similarly restricted, stuck at the Realm of Eighth-Grade Spirit Bridge Perfection.

But a realm is just a realm. Xia Jing was the top disciple of the Azure Dragon Martial Arts Institute at Ten Suns Cave Heaven, even slightly superior to Fu Ying.

Three moves?

One move would be enough!

"Boom~"

The primordial energy around Xia Jing surged, condensing into a tangible azure dragon on his body. Facing the charging Power Witch Lun Jing, he didn’t even draw the saber on his back, standing where he was.

"Slash!" Lun Jing’s entire body emitted a silver glow as he charged. When he swung his axe, a several-foot-long evil qi appeared.

Behind him emerged countless totem illusions, created by drawing on the power of exotic beasts and condensing their evil qi.

This was his ultimate explosive move, incredibly fast and overwhelmingly powerful!

Whoosh~

Xia Jing lightly tapped the ground with his right foot, his body flickering in place.

Before Lun Jing’s axe could descend, Xia Jing suddenly appeared in front of him, grabbing the axe handle with one hand.

The next moment, an explosion resounded.

"What!" Lun Jing was shocked. He looked at his silver-glowing hands, then at Xia Jing’s golden-glowing finger bones, and immediately understood.

Golden Bone Great Success, High-level Body Technique, speed like a bird’s scream?! Zhao Xing was somewhat surprised. "Such speed is usually seen in Sixth Grade Martial Artists. Xia Jing actually achieved this? Even if it was only a moment of explosive speed, he broke the sound barrier!"

"Roar!"

Xia Jing extended his left hand, and a Dragon Roar Clear Sound seemed to echo. An azure dragon surged from his back to his fingertip.

This was another high-level martial skill—the Green Dragon Breaking Yuan Finger!

In the [untrainable] state, Zhao Xing had often received this skill from Xia Jing.

"Bang!"

The fingertip pierced Lun Jing’s chest armor, forcing him to release his battle axe as he flew backwards at high speed.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!"

He crashed through dozens of buildings, buried in the rubble.

All the Hana people were stunned. Watching their invincible leader being defeated, something seemed to collapse within them.

Just one move! Only one move, and their strongest leader was defeated!

If all of Great Zhou had such geniuses, what hope did they have for resisting?

"Submit, or die!"

Xia Jing roared at the surrounding enemies.

"Submit, or die!"

Members of the military department beat their shields and weapons, shouting in unison.

The sky cleared, and the rain stopped.

Lun Jing didn’t rise from the ruins, and Zhao Xing sensed his life force had entirely vanished.

The Hana people threw down their weapons, falling to their knees. The surviving warriors gathered together, awaiting their fate.

"This kid," Zhao Xing muttered, observing Xia Jing through the Five Elements. He shook his head.

To put on this show, Xia Jing’s primordial energy was down to just thirty percent.

It seemed effortless, but it actually took all his strength.

But the impact was remarkable.

Besides some sporadic resistance, the Hana Tribe had no will left to fight.

"Ahhh~"

Zhao Xing descended on a cloud, standing beside Xia Jing.