The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 2085

Boom!

The cultivators gasped as the two masters clashed in front of them.

All around them, dust particles floated in the air and small cracks spread around the void. It looked like the two figures were performing a dance as they moved quickly through the air, sending powerful attacks at each other.

It was so complex that some of the youngest cultivators that were watching couldn't understand the techniques they were using.

"Steward Van, victory is yours!"

"Come on, Steward Van! We believe in you!"

Before long, most of the young students were cheering for Steward Van and their hopes were rising.

The battle continued and strike after strike was given. Eventually, a loud groan was heard. Blood gushed into the sky and Steward Van from the Blue Dragon School was seen stumbling backwards.

Suddenly, every human cultivator went silent.

When Steward Van looked in their direction, they could see how pale his face had become. Half of his body was drooping and one of his arms had been ripped off by the creature. That half of his body was drenched in blood.

"Ha-ha!

Is that all you've got, pitiful vermin? I guess I overestimated your strength. You lowborn creatures in the Immortal End World are too weak!"

the tall, evil creature said before he leaped onto top of the badly injured Steward Van.

Using his large arms, the monster smashed in his head and crushed his soul.

Steward Van was dead before he could reply.

"Van!" an elder from the Blue Dragon School shouted, struggling to not rush forward.

Tears poured from his eyes and he hugged himself tightly.

However badly he wanted to check on his friend or avenge him, he knew it was not allowed since they had agreed the strongest cultivators could not intervene.

"So this is the real strength of the creatures in the Immortal End World? You're too weak! It won't take more than an hour for my troops to invade your world!" the tall evil creature who had killed Steward Van announced.

His chest rocked as he laughed aggressively.

"I can't believe that Steward Van died like that!"

The students of the Blue Dragon School were grieving heavily, unable to get a grip on what they had witnessed.

Without giving them much of a break, another evil creature stepped forward and said, "I've cultivated for two hundred years. Who dares to have a duel with me?"

He walked forward on two scaly legs and snapped his crocodile jaws hungrily.

Around him was a blood-colored energy storm and with each step he took, the earth shook.

Surprisingly, he was a relatively weak evil creature.

This was because they were unable to send their most powerful creatures through the space crack safely.

"Let me fight!"

"Let me fight!"

Immediately, a bunch of young cultivators burst forward.

They raised their hands and eagerly begged for a chance to fight.

"I want to fight!"

Austin said, joining them.

"Boys! Boys, you are too young to fight him," Anderson told them over the racket.

His eyes swept over their young faces and he sighed.

Suddenly, his eyes rested on Austin.

They widened as he recognized him.

'When did this brat come here?' Anderson thought.

A smile slowly spread on his face.

He remembered seeing Austin in the East Mainland and being impressed by his talent.

He had wanted to meet him again so he had gone to the Blue Dragon School; however, he quickly learned that Austin hadn't registered there. After asking the elder responsible for recruitment in the East Mainland where Austin would be, he received no answer.

It never occurred to him that he would meet Austin here.