The Destiny of the Demon Sword
Tournament - Fall

In the third match of the last eight, the two youths did not observe a fight as usual, they both focused more on the elegance and beauty of a girl in red.

Bai Niu herself was still dissolved in her delusion that made her cheeks meet red.

Until the end of the match that was won by the girl in red, both celebrated.

"The girl is beautiful, smart to set the rhythm is also tough in fighting, really a girl who is suitable to be a future wife" said Jingga so admired.

Du Dung who was listening to him pursed his lips then said,

"i don't want to have an ugly brother-in-law like you"

Orange frowned hearing Du Dung's words saying it in-law.

"Zhia'er" shrieked Du Dung's yelling voice called out to him, Orange and Bai Niu immediately glanced at him.

"Is that girl Du Zhia your sister?" Tanya Jingga remembered the story that Du Dung had told.

"Yes, he's my sister, from earlier I kept watching him, I'm completely sure he's my brother" Du Dung replied confidently.

Before long the girl who was screaming turned to the direction the voice came from, Du Dung continued to call out to him while waving his hand to make the curious girl approach him.

So close, the girl in red immediately fell silent in disbelief at who she met.

"Zhia'er, do you still remember brother?" Du Dung asked expectantly.

Du Zhia nodded with her eyes so wet that she almost fell down.

"Sister Dung'er" he said slowly and then ran to hug Du Dung his brother who immediately stretched out his hands.

The two brothers were so late to embrace each other in their first meeting after being separated due to the separation of both parents.

Bai Niu was moved to see the two, she immediately hugged the slightly disappointed Orange because the girl she liked was actually the sister of her own friend.

There was a voice from the committee repeatedly calling the Ancient Shark sect to enter the arena.

"Woi! You are called to enter the arena" reprimanded a young man who recognized the three.

"Ha ha ha thank you" said Jingga immediately stepped forward by carrying a sword on his shoulder.

"Sister-in-law, pray for me" said Jingga immediately stepped into the arena of the match.

Du Dung who ignored his words because he was still in a happy atmosphere immediately scowled silently with the words of his brother-in-law that Orange threw at him.

"Sir Dung'er isn't that man who a few days ago became everyone's lips?" Du Zhia asked, letting go of his embrace, turning to look at the man who was stepping with a sword on his shoulder.

Du Dung simply nodded without turning his head towards Orange.

"Oh yes sorry sister, I have to go back to my line, I'm afraid my sister will report it to mother" Du Zhia selosor kissed Du Dung's cheek and left.

"Sister Dang Ding Dung, your sister is so pretty, it's worth it big brother Jingga likes her so much" Bai Niu said praising the girl who ran to her place.

In the arena of the match, a young man looked so upset waiting for his opponent who had so long entered the arena of the match.

It seemed that Orange was walking with an expanding smile on her lips.

"Thank you so patiently waiting for me" said Jingga who immediately prepared to wait for the cue from the leader of the match.

"Did you still remember me as a freak?" The young man asked with a grin looking at her.

"Yes, of course I remember you are a lowly human being who can only scorn others, I will make sure you pay for your bad behavior" replied Orange no less coldly returning his gaze.

As soon as the word began to be shouted, the young man quickly jumped up and swung the sword towards the Orange which instantly dodged it.

"Your speed is fine too, come on again" said Jingga.

"Freedom of death" the young man shouted directly slashing his sword vertically with his spiritual energy.

Trang!

Trang!

Trang!

The sound of a long sharp object contest continues to be unpretentious with the speed of movement of the two that look balanced.

Trang!

The sword of the young man who became his opponent Orange broke, he stayed away from him pausing the fight.

"Wait" shouted the young man asking for Orange to postpone him.

Hearing him, Orange immediately stuck the tip of his sword on the ground.

"It is true that your sword is Jianshandian, our fight is out of balance, I will balance it with Jianshenyan" the young man put back his broken sword and took his (Jianshenyan) god-eye sword from his spatial ring.

Swords with the same length size as Jianshandian but the diameter is still the same as the sword in general but the characteristic is in the handlebar that has a red crystal that lights every exposed to light.

"The sword is beautiful, but dear is not owned by the appropriate owner" said Jingga commenting.

Hearing what Jingga said made the young man attack her again.

Trang!

Trang!

Back the two sharp weapons that had spiritual energy in them clashed together to let out a fire-strike that looked absolutely stunning on the side of the audience.

The fight of the two swordsmen makes the audience so enthusiastic to see the greatness of the two, not even a few spectators who gamble on a match that looks so balanced.

Returning to the arena, Orange this time felt anxiety facing his opponent, his hand continuously shaking withstanding the sword attacks that were continuously being fed spiritual energy from the young man who was his opponent.

Although Jianshandian was able to compensate for the strength of Jianshenyan, he lost the energy battle, especially after he was able to re-enter food into his body, he felt that his speed was drastically reduced because it was able to be balanced by the speed of his opponent.

"It seems like I should use my last move" he muttered that still lingered against every slash that led to him.

Orange waited for a moment to be able to counterattack his opponent who continued to force themselves to flow his spiritual energy to urge the orange who kept retreating to hold him back.

"I'm really disappointed with you, you're not as fast as many people talk about, you're just a lucky trashy young man wearing Jianshandian" said the young man, who gave him no chance to strike back.

"The soul-destroying sword" the young man shouted adding his strength then with all his might he pushed the sword into the chest of the Orange holding it back with the Jianshandian sword body that had a diameter three times that of the Jianshenyan sword.

The young man hit the end of his hilt very strongly.

Bugh!

The orange that held him back by crossing the sword in his chest was thrown far out of the boundary of the arena by spewing out a mouthful of blood holding back the pain in his chest.

Luckily his sword force was able to dampen Jianshenyan's sword energy well, so he did not sustain a severe injury punctured by the tip of the sword.

The orange sat in silence, propping up on the sword that was stuck on the ground.

He was disappointed not because of his defeat, he felt strange with his body that lost the speed and endurance that became his strength so far, he could not even bring out his mainstay style.

He then stood staring at his opponent by clenching both hands to congratulate him on the victory achieved by his opponent.

With gontai steps, Jingga walked towards her two friends who were smiling at her.

"I'm sorry Dang Ding Dung, we failed to go to the next round" said Jingga with a look of disappointment.

"No problem, you've fought to the maximum, let's go home" Du Dung replied directly embracing him.

Bai Niu rubbed the orange sweat that soaked her face while smilingly encouraging her.