Published: February 13, 2025
Zhang Jia was initially unconvinced.
Everyone was a genius, key figures nurtured by their respective races. How could one person be so remarkable? If you say you want to fight, then let’s fight; if you say life and death is up to fate, then so be it!
Who isn't a spoiled baby in their own right!
Therefore, when he charged forward with a war knife, there were reasons he couldn’t avoid it, and reasons he wanted to prove himself.
However, when the weapons of both sides made contact, a surge of overwhelming power transmitted through the weapon to Zhang Jia's hands. Even though he realized something was wrong and tried to concentrate the remaining energy in his hands and arms, he still couldn’t stop it.
An energy that felt as if it would ignite his body exploded directly in Zhang Jia's hands.
On his hands, dozens of cuts of varying sizes opened up, and blood sprayed out, staining the weapons that were being pulled apart.
From the very beginning, Zhang Jia suffered a heavy blow.
"You are not as strong as I am."
Cave Holder landed on the ground and said this, not halting his movements. He twisted his body, and the stick in his left hand smashed toward Zhang Jia.
The distance was actually insufficient; normally, even the combined length of his arm and the stick wouldn’t reach Zhang Jia, who had retreated two steps. However, the stick suddenly flew out of Cave Holder's hand after a slight arc in the air, heading toward his opponent in a large curve.
If it followed this trajectory, the stick would land right in the center of Zhang Jia’s chest.
Aren't you good at close combat? A thought flashed in Zhang Jia's mind.
His bloodied hands gripped the war knife, and he thrust it upward at an angle, the tip of the blade precisely striking the front end of the stick, sending it flying into the air.
The Musk Ke people and Ye Zhongming were allies. As a genius of his clan, Zhang Jia naturally wielded a Renyi level weapon, which was the only one of its kind he owned.
But just as he sent the stick flying, he caught a glimpse of another shadow charging at him from the corner of his eye.
One of Zhang Jia's hands left the war knife, and he forcefully swung it, the blood on it transforming into projectile-like bullets that rushed toward the shadow, creating a metallic clanging sound that forced it to veer off to the side.
That was Cave Holder's other iron stick.
However, this shadow temporarily posed no threat, as a larger shadow approached.
Cave Holder’s stout figure came closer, his fist growing larger in Zhang Jia's line of sight.
Before the light barrier, many people began to lament.
They felt it was a series of missteps; from the start, Zhang Jia had been on the defensive, continuously attacked, and now it seemed he couldn't recover. His weapon position and body movements could not defend against this punch.
They also greatly admired Cave Holder's ability to seize opportunities and the momentum and coherence he displayed in battle.
At this level, having such an excellent combat perspective was truly rare.
Even the Stone Seal slightly nodded.
He only wanted to cultivate Zhang Jia, but at this stage, Zhang Jia truly did not qualify for his personal guidance, and the Stone Seal didn’t even understand his fighting style.
So if this child of the clan couldn’t show anything noteworthy, today’s battle would really end here. Losing to such an opponent wouldn’t be disgraceful.
But Zhang Jia disagreed. He was indeed on the defensive. When he saw that fist, he realized, just like the initial misjudgment, that he couldn’t completely dodge it. So he simply chose not to dodge, directing the war knife straight at Cave Holder's body.
If he got hit by this punch, then before he flew out, his knife would surely cut into Cave Holder’s body.
Indeed, the armor opposite him was quite good, at crimson condensation level, but his war knife was better, at Renyi level. Zhang Jia believed he could break through the defense and leave a deep wound on the opponent's body.