Evil Samurai In Cultivation World

Chapter 147: Arrival

Swoosh!

The stream of light glided right past his face, only lightly grazing his skin as it shot towards the ground. As the stream of light passed by him, Leroy stretched out his hand mid-air and grabbed at the light from the side, which resulted in a loud explosion. "Brother..." Eva Walker, who was watching the whole fight happening, bit her lips in worry. She was so focused on the outcome of the fight that she didn't even notice that her bright red lips had begun bleeding.

"Ugh!" As soon as his hand collided with the stream of light, Ray Walker became visible, who had his neck tightly gripped by Leroy's giant hands. "Like I said, nothing's going to change!" Leroy said with a smug look on his face as he pulled back his other hand and swung his fist right into Ray's face, and another burst of air shot out from the arena and onto the spectator stands!

Ray Walker fell on to the ground, unconscious, and Leroy Wayne raised his hand in the air with an arrogant expression as the crowd went wild!

"Of course, the winner is undoubtedly the obvious one!"

"That's why they call him the K.O. King! He's just too strong. His punches are lethal!"

"Damn! I had heard that his body strengthening techniques were one of the best in the whole academy, but seeing him utilizing his techniques in person is just mind blowing!"

"Not to mention, he had mastered the Silver Glove Technique as well. So it was a no-brainer as to who would be the victor. Ray Walker is a good fighter, but this time, he got unlucky with the pairing!"

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, discussing what they thought about the fight, sharing their opinions with each other. Some were satisfied with the results, while others, who had placed bets on the one who lost, had sour expressions on their faces. 

Elder Kenneth walked towards the unconscious Ray and made sure that he was not critically injured before calling his servants and heading over to the spot where Leroy stood.

"The opponent has been knocked out! Leroy Wayne moves on to the next round!" Elder Kenneth grabbed Leroy's hand and raised it up into the air as he announced the result of the fight, and the crowd's cheers only increased. 

Leroy had a wide smirk on his face as he waved his hands in the air, and as he waved, he caught sight of Eva Walker, who was in the spectator stands. She was staring at him with anger in her eyes. If looks could kill, Leroy would be dead by now.

"F*cking slave!" Leroy murmured under his breath as he turned his head and spit on the floor, before turning back around and grinning at Eva, who clenched her fists tightly.

"Brother please be alright!" Eva mumbled to herself. Now that her brother had been knocked out cold by Leroy, someone whom Ray was hoping on defeating, she was sure that he'd be feeling too depressed to train again for a while. It was exactly what happened the last time he lost to Leroy, and it took Eva a lot of effort to bring her brother back to his usual self. And now, she would have to do it all over again. 

"It's all because of you!" She gritted her teeth as she stared at Leroy Wayne, who had stepped out of the platform and down to the changing room. She had to take revenge for what he had done to her brother.

But for that to happen, she had to win her next match. Leroy had defeated her brother and moved on to the next round, which meant that if she wished to fight him, then she'd have to win and move on to the next round as well.

"Don't worry brother!" She said as she watched the figure of Leroy Wayne disappear from her view. "I'll make sure that by the time you wake up, I'd have already taken down that piece of sh*t!"

--------------------

At the same time...

"Wow! I have to admit, that was a great fight!" Russell Davies, who had watched the whole match play out in front of him while standing next to Javier Banderas, Claude Rayforth and Wilfred Beldon, spoke loudly, his tone indicating his surprise. 

"It was alright..." Javier softly whispered, and Claude nodded his head. "It was entertaining, but a little too short!"

"Well, what did you expect?" Russell Davies turned to look at Claude and rolled his eyes. "That's how it's going to be when you have the ability to literally punch your opponent's lights out. You get hit by those fists, and you're off to dreamland."

"Why on earth did Ray Walker decide to get closer to Leroy?" Senior Beldon placed his hand on his chin and said. "If he had chosen to stay back and use long range attacks, perhaps he might've had more of a chance."

"Oh, that's most probably because his long range attacks might not be his strongest attacks. At least not something that can injure someone like Leroy, who has trained the body strengthening technique all his life." Russell Davies answered almost immediately. "In such cases, it'll be better to move in for a close range attack. It might be an extremely risky method, but if you are careful enough, then your risk might end up paying off."

"Well, I guess his risk didn't pay off, huh..." Claude said with a smile and Russell chuckled. "You shouldn't make jokes like that, junior brother Claude. Who knows, maybe you might suffer the same fate as little old Ray over there."

"We'll see..." Claude snorted in response. His eyes then shifted to the arena, where the group of servants were carrying an unconscious Ray Walker out of the field, and watched them with a serious expression.

The Elder walked upto the arena once the servants had done their duty and left the field. Elder Kenneth faced the spectator stand, and after clearing his throat, waz ready to announce the next match of the day.

"Next match, Claude Rayforth vs Eva Walker!" The Elder announced the next match, and soon, everyone was whispering with each other, speculating about the results of the match.

"Ohoho! I guess it's time for your fight now, junior brother!" Russell had a wide grin plastered across his face as he turned to look at Claude, who narrowed his eyes and stared at the beautiful woman standing next to the arena, who was his next opponent.

Eva Walker. Her fighting techniques are said to be extremely similar to her brother's. Is this going to be an easy fight? Claude thought to himself. After all, Claude didn't consider Ray Walker, her brother, to be a worthy opponent. He felt that Ray Walker was someone whom he could beat without much difficulty; at least compared to the rest of the high ranked individuals in the faction. And if Eva's cultivation techniques and skills really are similar to her that of her brother, then it meant that neither was she.

But of course, people could change. Don't get ahead of yourself, Claude said to himself. After all, the documents that he got from the Headmaster was not written by his opponent, but by a third party observer. For all he knows, she could even be hiding secret techniques. Of course, the documents certainly did have some truth to them. He just wasn't going to rely on them completely. 

"Claude Rayforth..." Eva Walker turned to look at Claude, who was standing next to Russell Davies and Javier Banderas, and narrowed her eyes.

She knew who he was. Most people knew. He was the one who had fought alongside their Headmaster and protected the new King of Argria. He was also transferred to their faction right after his previous faction was annihilated.

He was described by many as a genius.

"But he's still young and at a lower rank than me..." Eva said to herself. He had defeated Ian, sure. But that's it. Ian wasn't whom one would consider to be 'strong'. He was just merely average. And Eva was still a rank above Claude. 

"Don't worry brother..." She said with a smirk on her face. "I'll defeat this so-called genius and move to the next round; And then, I shall avenge you..." 

----------------------

Meanwhile, in the streets of Dawsbury city.

Two men walked through the crowded pathway. One was an extremely large person with a long and thick beard on him, while the other was small and thin, but had a distinct twirling moustache on his face.

"Finally!" The short man laughed out loud, causing the street vendors to turn their heads and stare at him with confused gazes. The man twirled his moustache and said, "The scent has led us to Dawsbury city. I can't believe I didn't go with my first hunch and instead decided to search all around the Clawferry Prefecture. We wasted our precious time!"

"Is this where man, Gaston?" The big guy with the beard asked, and the short man, Gaston, nodded his head. "Oh yeah, Barris. We're finally here!"

THIS CHAPTER UPLOAD FIRST AT NOVELBIN.COM