Tell me now! Did you use some demonic skill here?"
The young man, who was dressed in the purple robe, looked at the hilt of the machete which was in his hand. He was completely confused of what he was seeing.
Dead silence prevailed. Not a word was spoken, not a thing moved.
Everyone was shocked at the sight that lay before their eyes. They could not understand anything.
No one had expected that the young man in purple robe would fall so short. He was in no position to defeat Austin in spite of his domineering and powerful strike. Worse than that, the machete in his hand had been shattered into pieces and turned to ashes.
"Damn it, Elder Sheridan! Barlow seems to have already..."
A preliminary-grade divine god beside Elder Sheridan spoke in surprise.
"Yes. I'm afraid it's going to be worse. Poor Barlow is a dead man already.
I don't even think that I can save him."
Elder Sheridan nodded. There was a gloominess on his face. Clearly he felt defeated.
"Boy, I've got to admit that I was absolutely wrong about you. You've proved me wrong.
Undoubtedly, your swordsmanship is extremely powerful.
I never knew that it was so strong that it could actually shatter the long machete that was in my hand.
Even if we consider all the cultivators who are at the Heaven Immortal Realm, or those who are at the Divine Realm, I bet not many of them in the world could have done this so easily.
As a matter of fact, I never expected that I would get to meet a master like you today.
But don't worry. Next time, I will go all out and won't make the mistake of underestimating my enemy. I'll give my best shot whoever my opponent is.
One thing amazes me that your swordsmanship cultivation base is not really that bad. Rather it is quite impressive.
However, it surprises me that your level is still too weak.
Though you may attack and fight ferociously, I don't think you can hold out for a long time if you were to face a clever opponent.
Though it would be a waste of my time, I can slowly exhaust you and end up killing you in the end! In the long run, I could prove myself to be stronger and more consistent than you.
In that case, I'm sure you are aware that you will definitely lose the battle!"
As he spoke in the haughty manner, the confidence of the young man dressed in purple robes started to return. His arrogant behavior was actually helping him build back his will power. With his hands behind his back, he stood proudly. He stared coldly and continuously at Austin.
"Oh yes! Barlow is absolutely right. He will definitely win this one! He can do it easily."
"Barlow, go ahead and kill that brat! Stop talking to him. No point bearing his nonsense!"
"I'm damn sure that Barlow will definitely win this one!"
The disciples of the Whirling Sect started to shout. They were encouraging the young man to attack Austin and end up the matter as soon as he could.
Only the gods frowned. Their appearance had a gloominess as if they had been able to sense the danger if the brawl was to happen.
"Hey brat, here! Have a taste of my strike!"
Standing in the battle ring, the young man dressed in purple robe shouted. His eyes were filled with a sharp light, and his eyes swept across Austin. The cold eyes moved across Austin like the real blade aura, cold and domineering.
"My God! How stupid you are! Really, you are such a hopeless case!"
Austin shook his head. There was a cold expression on his face as he watched the young man ridicule him.
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