Chapter 369: Den of the Dark Tower
The higher the floors, the higher the competition and the power and the response to it. The roar of the crowd on floor 48 of the Dark Tower was ear drumming, but Dasha remained still and at east, his fist pressed against his cheeks. Below were four arenas, four battles. Each arena was a circular pit. Each was stained dark with the blood of countless battles.
Heidi of Old Blood and Guts versus Jiaqi of the Unorthodox Sect. Jiaqi had not yet stepped onto the platform.
"You saw the last battle, right? Jiaqi has learned to focus all three Dantians. He is in the Early Stage of Core Formation."
"Heidi is going to lose at last."
Mutters and shouts echoed. Bets were made. People hyped up the match as one to remember.
To witness a freshly awakened Core Formation fighter was worthy of Dasha Pang’s time. He turned his full attention rather than observing all four at once.
Half of Jiaqi’s gi was torn from above the waist. Scars and injuries were hidden by long white bandages. His long, dark brown was a messy length that hung over his shoulder. His daggers went up defensively as Heidi shifted her center of gravity. Jiaqi, however, was not on the arena just yet. He was observing. Studying. Heidi was on fire, bouncing on her feet.
The Bloody Kicker’s movements could be predicted to some extent. She was obscenely fast and relied solely on her feet.
’Whether Jiaqi can do anything against her kicks remains to be seen.’
Jiaqi stepped onto the arena—and the fight began with a sudden burst of speed from the Unorthodox fighter. Without slowing, he threw one dagger. Heidi’s reaction was swift. She raised her legs high and blocked the singular dagger.
Jiaqi expected that. His thrown dagger promptly returned to his hand and the blades moved in a series of rapid slashes. The sheer speed in the movement of his arms versus his travel speed was staggering. Dasha could see one but not the other.