The beast swung its large paw towards Wu Tianmo.
Blue streaks curved through the air like crescent moons.
Blue aura!
Beasts, like cultivators, could empower their strikes upon reaching a certain stage. Yet beasts unlike cultivators were born with plentiful vitality and a strong body.
That advantage made many cultivators of the same rank band together to take down a demonic beast.
Wu Tianmo struck with his sword and parried the incoming beast's claw, sending excess qi of blue and red flying into the distance.
The protective field around the arena even flickered upon receiving the damage.
Swipe after swipe Wu Tianmo and the beast traded blows, but he was losing overall. At the same time, he started to have a strange feeling. He began feeling a strange connection with the sword.
After thirty exchanges his Refined Qi was nearly depleted and his arms felt heavy, but he was even more certain.
My sword intent... has gotten stronger.
Wu Tianmo looked down at his arms seeing lanes of flowing blood, he had been hurt and the beast was still unharmed.
Tsk
The wolf leader started to circle Wu Tianmo who was gazing at his sword, the beast even gave off a series of snorts mocking him.
The sword no longer simply has a red edge, the whole sword is covered in a thin red film like aura.
Wu Tianmo analyzed the blade briefly and was shocked at the result. He could even rotate the blade without physically moving it.
Every part of it, is like an extension of myself. As if I have another set of hands that aren't attached to my body.
The beast leader wouldn't allow him time to recuperate, it lunged with its large maw wide open attempting to swallow him whole.
Wu Tianmo quickly fell into the splits and stabbed upward into the beasts face.
The blade lodged deep into its cheek.
In pain it thrashed around causing him to lose grasp of his sword.
The beast yelped, bucked, and swung its large head side to side trying to dislodge the sword which was in its cheek.
After a few minutes of thrashing around, the sword was sent flying into the wall of the arena yet it never lost its red glow.
Wu Tianmo quickly got to his feet, retreated a distance then smiled,
"I must thank you beast. If not for this battle I wouldn't have understood something very important."
The beast narrowed its eyes and glared at Wu Tianmo, a palpable hate now emanated from its very being.
The wolf raised its nose towards the moon and howled as it bathed itself in its own crimson blood.
It lowered its head, growled and then charged him.
Wu Tianmo's eyes narrowed as he started to run towards the beast at the same time.
The beast lifted its torso and front paws into the air and swiped down onto Wu Tianmo.
At this moment he looked at the beast with a hint of madness and bloodlust.
If I'm a dragon my body should be stronger than normal humans...
Before the beast could swipe its massive claws Wu Tianmo grabbed its arm causing everyone in the arena to stop breathing.
Was this human really challenging this beast in the contest of strength?
Wu Tianmo activated 100% of his strength, veins bulged on his head and arms as he rotated his body 180 degrees yanking the wolf over his shoulder onto the ground.
A thud resonated throughout the arena and jaws dropped arena wide, the wolf was no exception.
Cultivators around the arena were filled with enthusiasm watching someone beat a beast in a trial of strength. Giving them hope for the upcoming beast tide, that someone as powerful as this man was around.
Cultivators were ruthless, yet they all stood together against the savage beasts of the forest.
Across the arena the mortal who was defending Wu Tianfeng from a few tier one beasts snuck a glance. In admiration he smiled, yelling at the beasts wildly as he attacked.
He was filled with courage.
The mortal's polearm grew heavier and its edge began to shine an even brighter green. He slashed widely killing many savage and tier one beasts effortlessly.
Each strike drained him heavily, at the end of the day, his body was only that of a mortal.
The cultivators of the arena couldn't understand this, how could a mortal fight beasts of this caliber and live!
Like a brush on canvas he swiped his polearm, carving a landscape painting of red. An unwillingness stirred in the crowd among the cultivators, yet the mortals stood and cheered for the man.
Some even sent provocative looks at the cultivators they once admired as gods.
Back at the center of the arena, Wu Tianmo was overjoyed.
He was much stronger, his body truly had undergone a complete evolution.
In his moment of distraction, the wolf kicked its back legs into Wu Tianmo's chest sending him flying into the glowing field.
He flew into the glowing protective field and slid down into the blood filled sand. The air was knocked out of him, he gasped for breath before coughing up pints of congealed blood.
He panted.
Distracted... Arrogant... what am I doing.
He lifted his head and looked at the other side of the arena.
His sword was sliding along the ground by the shrinking protective field.
Near the center, the wolf got to its feet and roared at Wu Tianmo angrily.
It charged, blood and drool dropping from its mouth as it moved quicker and quicker.
Wu Tianmo pushed himself up and onto his feet.
"Fine beast, let us end this."
He charged at the beast, as they got closer a spear was launched into the air.
*Shriek*
The wolf wailed then continued its charge, a long polearm now planted into its back leg. The beast limped and its pace was much slower.
This did nothing to dim the wolf's ferocity, only making it angrier.
A few of the tier one beasts took this chance to attack Wu Tianmo, the first launched its jaws at his legs.
With one kick the top of the beasts mouth was completely destroyed along with the majority of its skull.
The second leapt into the air and went for his throat, their eyes met and the beast froze mid air.
A sense of oppression and a primal fear from his killing intent overwhelmed it, causing its heart to stop beating.
Wu Tianmo ran to the center of the arena and took this chance to leap off the large boulder high into the air.
His intent which wrapped the sword surged,
"Sword Come!"
To everyone's shock, the red covered blade reacted and shot through the air and into his hand.
Surrounding the sword a crimson aura blossomed becoming more and more defined.
His exhausted body steadied, resigning himself to a single decisive strike.
Falling Moon!