The exchange of words only added to the intensity of the battle. Fenrir's boldness was met with Monk Zhou's technique, as each fighter continued to push their limits, seeking an advantage over the other.
As Monk Zhou thrust his spear once more, Fenrir's agility and quick reflexes came into play yet again. With ease, he sidestepped the attack, leaving Monk Zhou's strike to miss its mark.
"I told you it won't work," Fenrir chuckled, his confidence still apparent in his movements and words.
But as the spear whizzed dangerously close to his ears, he couldn't ignore the tingling sensation that surged through his instincts.
The keen awareness of danger triggered a swift response, prompting him to create distance between himself and Monk Zhou.
However, it was too late. Just as he attempted to retreat, a sudden and powerful shockwave struck his face with force, causing him to stumble backward.
The impact left him momentarily disoriented, but he quickly regained his footing.
"Beat that idiot !"
"Beat him Master Zhou,"
"Teach him a lesson,"
"Don't hurt his handsome face too much,"
"Oh my god he's too handsome to get hit like that !"
The crowd erupted with divided opinion, witnessing Fenrir getting hit by an unseen force.
"What was that? I'm sure I dodged the attack," he muttered to himself, his hand touching his reddened face. He couldn't comprehend how he had been struck by an invisible force.
"You're quite strong for being able to stand up after taking my attack," Monk Zhou spoke, acknowledging Fenrir's resilience.
"What did you do?" Fenrir staggered to his feet, still trying to comprehend the nature of the invisible attack .
"What do you mean? I used Ki," Zhou replied, looking slightly puzzled.
To him, using Ki was a common and natural practice for a skilled martial artist who had cultivated it to such an extent. He didn't consider it to be anything extraordinary.
"I thought Ki only strengthened the body and focus?" Fenrir asked, genuinely curious about the nature of this mysterious energy.
"Strengthen the body and focus? Then how did you jump in the air before if you did not use Ki?" Zhou questioned in response. He had observed Fenrir's impressive jump, a feat that required the use of Ki to manifest such extraordinary abilities.
"Wait, I can't really tell him that it was just my raw strength," Fenrir muttered to himself, a hint of embarrassment crossing his face. He had almost forgotten that he was maintaining a facade to fit in with the world of martial artists.
"Forget it , I should just focus on this fight,"
Fenrir's keen memory served him well as he attempted to recall the moment of Monk Zhou's attack.
Unlike others, he possessed the unique ability to memorize every detail of a fight—a skill that had helped him survive numerous encounters with stronger supernatural beings in the west.
With his mind's eye, he replayed the sequence of events in his head. He examined the subtle movements, the flow of the battle, and the positioning of Monk Zhou's spear.
Then an idea comes into mind.
"Ki, he's covering his spear with Ki!" he exclaimed.
Recalling Monk Zhou's breathing pattern during the fight, he could discern the significance of the martial artist's controlled breaths.
It reminded him of the basic martial arts book he had studied before, where breathing techniques were highlighted as a means to manipulate the flow of Ki within the body.
"Maybe I can replicate the same thing even if I don't possess Ki," he mused.
"Let me try it," he said as he closed his eyes, attempting to imitate the breathing technique of the monk.
While it might be challenging for ordinary people to replicate just by observation, Fenrir already had a general idea. He was confident that some form of energy resided within his body. If not, how else could he perform powerful attacks even in his human form?
But what kind of energy?
It's different type of energy . He grow stronger during night time not because of the night but because of the moon. He was sure that he was somehow absorbing some kind of energy from the moon.
"Imagine focusing all my power in my fist," he muttered to himself , clenching his fist and concentrating all his energy into one focal point.
As he channeled his raw power within him, a faint blue light suddenly emerged from his fist, casting an almost transparent glow around it.
"I did it!" He exclaimed with excitement, feeling the surge of power within his palm. Since he got here, he had been fixated on the concept of Ki that he had overlooked the potential of his using different types of energy.
Now, as his energy reached its peak, he aimed it directly at the incoming spear, determined to counter Monk Zhou's technique with his new insight.
The energy emanating from his fist intertwined with the white light that enveloped the spear.
"Break for me ! " With a powerful roar that echoed throughout the arena, Fenrir unleashed the full force of his attack.
BOOOOOOM!
The moment his fist collided with the golden spear, a resounding boom reverberated, shaking the very ground beneath their feet.
And in an astonishing display of strength, the golden spear shattered into countless pieces upon impact, as if it were no match to the overwhelming power behind Fenrir's attack.
As the dust settled and the golden spear lay in pieces, Fenrir stood there, his eyes gleaming excitement. He had learned something today that would aid him to become even stronger in the future.
"He actually defeated Monk Zhou,"
The atmosphere in the arena turned solemn as the crowd fell silent after witnessing their strongest combatant, Monk Zhou, being defeated.
Even the women who had wanted to cheer for Fenrir, drawn to his captivating looks, now held back out of fear of being seen as traitors.
"I lost ," With humility and grace, Monk Zhou admitted his defeat.
"You are worthy to meet our matriarch," he declared.
"Your matriarch? I came here to see the most beautiful woman in Xia," Fenrir responded with an unimpressed expression.
He couldn't fathom why meeting a matriarch would be of interest to him, especially when he had sought out the most beautiful woman in the land.
"Hmm...Our matriarch is the most beautiful woman in Xia," Monk Zhou clarified, though his expression showed a hint of disappointment. He had not expected to be defeated by someone so simple-minded .
"You should have said so from the start. You people really like to say the important things at the end," Fenrir chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Let's go, brother Monk!" He hurriedly ran forward, excitement evident in his every step. As he reached him, he put his arms around Monk Zhou's neck in a friendly embrace.
This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺