’It’s not over yet’ Ling Huang Chou thought as his expression quickly became grave while he hastily shifted his gaze towards the wide platform.
Back at the wide platform, Hutton could be seen standing solitary as he gaze down to Wang Huan who is still lying on the floor as he looks right back into the eyes of Hutton.
’Isn’t the match over?’ Ling Jun thought as he shifted his gaze towards the three middle aged men that are supervising the event. The three middle aged men are just standing motionlessly around the wide platform as they look at both Hutton and Wang Huan with an indifferent look on his face.
"I know you still have a trick up your sleeves" Hutton suddenly said with a straight look on his face. When Wang Huan heard him, he immediately became surprised initially before he brought out a wicked grin on his face as he spoke up.
"Seems like the element of surprise can’t work on you"
And suddenly, With a deft leap, the young martial artist pounced upon Hutton, unleashing a barrage of strikes infused with the secrets of ancient kungfu. Each movement was precise, each strike aimed with deadly accuracy. Yet, Hutton, though younger and less experienced, was not to be underestimated.
’He is using two forbidden arts at once’ Hutton thought with a grim look on his face while he struggled to defend himself against the onslaught.
With a swift roll, Hutton evaded the onslaught, his own movements a blend of instinct and training. As the Chinese martial artist pressed the attack, Hutton found his opening. With a sudden twist, he countered, redirecting the force of his opponent’s blows with the finesse of a master.
’This guy have mastered a forbidden arts’ Wang Huan thought with a solemn look on his face.
The two clashed with ferocity, the sound of their blows echoing through the pagoda’s ancient halls. Yet, despite the Chinese martial artist’s skill and agility, Hutton’s determination and resolve proved unyielding. With a final, decisive strike, Hutton brought his opponent to his knees, the secret ancient kungfu technique faltering against sheer determination.As the dust settled, Hutton stood victorious, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"The winner is Hutton Maxwell. You both can now leave the platform" the supervisor who is announcing the result of the match suddenly spoke up with a straight look on his face.
"It was nice having this match with you" Hutton said with calm look on his face before he began to walk out of the platform.
"Wait!!"
But before Hutton could walk out of the platform, Wang Huan who has his head lowered as he was kneeling suddenly yelled out which obviously made Hutton pause.
"I said leave the platform immediately" the supervisor of the fight spoke up again with a cold look now on his face. But Wang Huan seems to have ignore what he was saying as he began to speak.
"I got a mission from the Feng family to cripple you in this event. And if I fail to do so, I will die"
"Well am so sorry for that. But you just had to make the wrong choice" Hutton said with an indifferent look now on his face as he still stood on his spot without turnimg his head back to face Wang Huan.
When Wang Huan heard him, he began to burst out in laughter as he suddenly raised up his head.
"If you both don’t leave this platform this instance, then I will have to use force" The supervisor spoke up again as he slowly began to move towards the platform.
"Goodbye" Hutton said before he resumed his walk out of the wide platform.
"But unfortunately for you, I don’t make the wrong choices and right now I will just have take you with me" Wang Huan suddenly said again as he unexpectedly got on his feet and faced Hutton in an instance.
And so, As the wind whispered through the ancient pagoda at the heart of the South China Sea, Wang Huan, a thin and determined young man, summoned the mystical powers of the elements. With a flick of his wrist, he conjured a swirling vortex of wind, a manifestation of his formidable abilities.
On the wide platform of the pagoda’s ground floor, Hutton, a young martial artist, stood his ground, his senses alert to the impending danger. With a sudden rush, the magical wind attack hurtled towards him, its force threatening to overwhelm him.
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Yet, in the midst of the tempest, a figure emerged, a middle-aged man clad in a pure white robe that billowed like clouds in the storm. With a calm demeanor and a steady gaze, he raised his hand, invoking his own ancient powers.
With a gesture, the middle-aged man countered Wang Huan’s magical assault, his own energy blending seamlessly with the elements. The clash of mystical forces created a spectacle of light and sound, illuminating the pagoda’s surroundings with otherworldly brilliance.As the magical winds subsided, Hutton stood unharmed, protected by the intervention of the enigmatic middle-aged man.
When Wang Huan saw this, his expression became grave as he suddenly vanished from the wide platform shich surprised both the people in the Ling family and some in the Feng family
"You think you can escape?" The middle aged man who saved Hutton said with a cold look on his face.
And so, the middle-aged man in white robes stood with a tranquil demeanor, his senses attuned to the ebb and flow of mystical energies. As he scanned the wide platform, his keen intuition detected a disturbance in the fabric of reality.
With a subtle gesture, he invoked his magical powers, reaching out with an unseen force to catch the elusive figure known as Wang Huan. Though the young man had vanished from sight, his presence lingered in the residual energy of his departure.
Through the intricate weave of his mystical abilities, the middle-aged man traced Wang Huan’s elusive trail, following the faint echoes of his essence through the labyrinthine corridors of the ancient pagoda. With each step, he drew closer to his quarry, his determination unwavering.
As he approached the culmination of his pursuit, the middle-aged man sensed a convergence of energies, a focal point where the threads of fate intertwined. With a final surge of power, he reached out and grasped hold of Wang Huan’s essence, bringing him back from the depths of the unseen realm.In a shimmer of light, Wang Huan materialized before the middle-aged man, his form outlined by the ethereal glow of their encounter.
Though momentarily disoriented, he recognized the enigmatic figure who had thwarted his escape, a testament to the middle-aged man’s mastery over the forces of magic.
’How is this possible?’ Wang Huan thought with a look of disbelief on his face as he looked around the place he found himself in.
Apparently, what he used is a forbidden arts can make him to run away from even the elusive cultivators. But could bend space and make the user switch through dimensions to run away from his pursuers.
But this is the first time in his life he has ever been caught while using this move which made him throb in despair.
"For attempting murder on a participant of the clash of dojos event, your punishment will be death" The supervisor that saved Hutton suddenly said with a cold look on his face a he moves.
In the hallowed sanctum of the ancient pagoda, the middle-aged man in pristine white robes stood upon the wide platform, his gaze fixed upon the young man named Wang Huan. With a solemn expression, he raised his hands, channeling the potent energies of the mystic arts.
As Wang Huan braced himself for the impending confrontation, he felt a surge of unease grip his heart. The air crackled with arcane power as the middle-aged man unleashed his magic, weaving intricate spells that defied the laws of nature.
With a flicker of his fingers, the middle-aged man summoned forth a vortex of shimmering light, its brilliance eclipsing the dim glow of the pagoda’s interior. Within its radiant embrace, Wang Huan’s form began to waver, his existence slowly unraveling like threads in the wind.
Desperate to resist his erasure from reality, Wang Huan fought against the inexorable tide of magic, his essence struggling to maintain its foothold in the material realm. But against the overwhelming might of the middle-aged man’s powers, his efforts proved futile.
With a final incantation, the middle-aged man uttered words of ancient power, sealing Wang Huan’s fate with a decisive stroke. As the last vestiges of his presence dissolved into the luminous void, Wang Huan vanished from existence, leaving behind naught but a lingering echo of his existence.
In the solemn silence that followed, the middle-aged man lowered his hands, his expression impassive as he contemplated the weight of his actions. And as the echoes of his magic faded into the ether, the ancient pagoda stood as a silent witness along with the people in it to the fleeting nature of mortal life.
’What just happened?’ Hutton thought with a blank look on his face while is mind is completely blank.