My Auto Cloning System-Chapter 110: The Holy Devil

The heat that was radiating from Platform D was very hot;

The sun was beating down on the grey stones until you could practically fry an egg on them. (Sizzle...) The air rippled with waves of heat, while also making the crowd in the distance look like watery ghosts.

Yin Zhe was standing in the center of the ring, with one of his hand shielding his eyes from the glare. He used his other hand to pick a piece of meat bun out of his teeth. (Smack, smack.)

"Man, that bun was really dry," he muttered to himself, but it was loud enough for the first three rows to hear. "Next time, I need to bring some soy milk. Fighting on a dry stomach is bad for digestion."

Opposite him stood his first opponent of the group stage.

His name was Zhao Feng. He wasn't a push over. He was a Stage 10 Root Awakening cultivator, famous in the Outer Court for his spear arts. He held a seven-foot-long silver spear that was made of cold iron. The tip of the spear glinted like a star,

and it was sharp enough to split a hair in half.

Zhao Feng was shaking. But it wasn't from fear, instead it was from pure, and unadulterated rage. He gripped his spear so hard that his knuckles turned white. (Creak...)

"Yin Zhe!" Zhao Feng roared in annoyance, while pointing the spear tip at Yin Zhe's nose. "You fall from the sky while eating a snack? You treat this sacred platform like a picnic spot? Do you have no shame?!"

Yin Zhe looked at him for a few seconds, while blinking slowly. "Shame? Is that a type of sauce? Does it taste good with pork?"

[Cursed Reactive points +1]

[Angered Reactive points +1]

"Draw your sword!" Zhao Feng screamed out, while stomping his foot. (THUD!) "I will not fight an unarmed man! I want to defeat you at your best so no one can say I bullied a clown!"

Yin Zhe looked at the heavy black sword in his hand, Roaring Tiger,

he swirled it and stabbed it into the stone floor.

It hummed quietly, while also vibrating like a sleeping beast.

"Nah," Yin Zhe said, while waving his hand dismissively. "That thing is really heavy. My arm is tired from holding the bun from earlier. I'll just use my feet. Come on, Poke-Man. Show me what you've got."

The vein in Zhao Feng's forehead looked like it was going to explode. "I. Will. Cripple. You."

"Begin!" the judge shouted, while quickly backing away. He didn't want to get hit by the blood splatter.

(WHOOSH!)

Zhao Feng didn't even hesitate. He lunged forward.

It was a textbook thrust. It was Fast, Straight and fully Deadly. The silver tip aimed right for Yin Zhe's throat.

Yin Zhe didn't even move his feet. He just tilted his head to the left. Dodging.

(ZING!)

The spear went right past his ear, cutting a few strands of his black hair.

"Too slow," Yin Zhe yawned lazily.

Zhao Feng pulled back and thrust again. This time, he was aimed at the heart.

Yin Zhe twisted his torso, while looking like a piece of paper that was blowing in the wind. The spear grazed his robe, tearing the fabric but missing the skin entirely. (Rip!)

"Missed again," Yin Zhe taunted him.

Zhao Feng gritted his teeth in frustration. "Stop dodging and fight!"

He unleashed a flurry of attacks. (Swish! Swish! Stab!) The spear became a blur of silver light. He stabbed high, then he swept low, another slashed diagonally. It was a beautiful display of the Silver Snake Spear Art.

But Yin Zhe was... annoying.

He moved like a mere drunkard. He stumbled backward, while barely avoiding a sweep. He tripped forward, ducking under a slash. He looked like he was clumsy, like he was barely surviving by pure luck.

But to the trained eyes of the elder in the VIP stands, it looked different.

Elder Chen Niao leaned forward slightly, his silver eyes were narrowing. "He isn't just dodging. Look at his feet. He is moving the exact minimum distance required. He is saving energy."

"He's playing with him," Elder Xuan Yi muttered out, while wiping his glasses. "The boy is arrogant."

Back in the ring, Zhao Feng was panting hard. (Huff... huff...) Sweat poured down his face. He had thrust his spear over fifty times, and he hadn't touched Yin Zhe even once.

"Are you done dancing?" Yin Zhe asked sheepishly, while checking his fingernails. "I think I have a hangnail. This is tragic."

Zhao Feng instantly snapped.

"I didn't want to use this," Zhao Feng hissed, his eyes now glowing with a faint red light. He widened his stance. Then He pulled the spear back until the wood of the shaft was bent like a bow. "You forced me!"

The air around Zhao Feng began to vibrate. (Vrummmm...) The stones on the floor started to shake.

"That stance..." a disciple in the crowd gasped in surprise. "That's the Spear Breaker technique! It uses vibration to shatter armor and bones! It ignores defense!"

"Yin Zhe is dead if that hits him! He isn't even wearing any armor!"

Yin Zhe looked up. He had felt the change in the air. Oh? He's getting serious? Finally.

"DIE!" Zhao Feng screamed in frustration.

He thrust the spear forward. But this wasn't like a normal thrust. He twisted the handle as he pushed. The spearhead spun like a drill.

(SCREEEECH!)

The sound was ear-splitting. The spear was aimed directly at Yin Zhe's chest.

Yin Zhe didn't dodge. There was nowhere to dodge. The vibration locked the air around him.

"Well, let's test the merchandise," Yin Zhe thought.

He stood still. And puffed out his chest. He had [Jade Skin] and [Iron Might]. Beneath his clothes, his skin turned a deep, and translucent jade green, which was shimmering with metallic hardness.

(BOOM!)

The spear hit Yin Zhe's chest.

The crowd flinched for a second, while expecting to see a hole blown through his body. They had expected to see blood. Or hear a scream.

Instead, they heard a sound like a church bell being hit with a sledgehammer.

(CLAAAAAAAANG!)