It happened so quickly for a warrior who had no signs of spiritual meridian in his system. Was it even
possible for a warrior to practice from the sixth grade of Skin Refinement to the eighth grade in less
than a month? To some, it was magic, but to Ricky, he might be a little different.
"You're playing tricks on purpose!" Jim said angrily.
"If you try it yourself, you'll know if I'm playing tricks on you." Ricky sneered. Jim felt incredible of
Ricky's improvement from the sixth grade to the eighth grade of Skin Refinement. How could someone
possibly do it so quickly? In an instant, Ricky's power of the eighth grade of Skin Refinement rose and
bore down on Jim directly.
Ricky was fearless although it was his first time to fight the warrior of the ninth grade of Skin
Refinement. He was sure to win. The flames of battle were burning in his eyes.
"Ah, an eighth grade. Even if you are in the ninth grade of Skin Refinement, you will still die here
today!" Jim said bravely. Jim was equally as brave and fearless as Ricky. Jim stared at Ricky with a
killing intent, and saw him as not a threat.
The intent of fighting in Ricky's eyes was getting stronger and stronger, and then Ricky burst out and
headed straight for Jim.
A blazing hand was about to hit Jim. He moved his eyes, turned them to Ricky. With darkness hovering
his energy, Jim then said, "You really have no idea of your limitations. And since you are in a hurry to
die, I will 'help' you today."
Generally speaking, when a warrior at the eighth grade of Skin Refinement saw one at the ninth grade,
even if he didn't want to bow his head, he dared not make a provocation.
However, Ricky was not one of them, and Jim wasn't able to stand it.
Whoosh!
Ricky was quick as a fox. Jim did not even notice that Ricky was already in front of him. Ricky took in a
deep breath, like in the start of every meditation, and drew his spiritual energy. His eyes darkened,
absorbing all the energy that he had and let out a strong roar shook everyone to their core.
Ricky looked at his hands. Flames started to burn elegantly, as if they were extensions of his body. His
fists were generating flames!
Ricky punched a fist heavily on the brink of battle.
"Little bastard, I can't believe you can show the power of the ninth grade of Skin Refinement!" Jim said
in shock as soon as he felt the power of Ricky's fist radiate all throughout the area.
Jim was beyond surprised with this, because what Ricky showed him was the power of a warrior at the
ninth grade of Skin Refinement.
Jim calmed down, gathered all the energy he needed to retaliate. And the intent of murder in his eyes
soared.
"Even though you had the power of the ninth grade of Skin Refinement, so what?" It was impossible for
a ninth grade of Skin Refinement warrior to defeat him, let alone an eighth grade of Skin Refinement
warrior. However, the power was just too intense that Jim had to question himself over and over again.
"Why was Ricky so powerful? "
Whatever it was, Jim wasn't afraid. He was not just some ordinary ninth grade of Skin Refinement
warrior, but one of the ten outer disciples of the Snow Sect.
Next, a slight golden spiritual energy surrounded the palm of Jim. Strong spiritual energy made his
palm look like a golden sun, Jim's fist pressed Ricky quickly and ruthlessly.
"Little bastard, I'll let you know immediately the gap between the ninth grade of Skin Refinement and
the eighth grade of Skin Refinement."
"In my eyes, you're as weak as an ant!"
In the low yelling of Jim, his palm collided with Ricky's fist directly.
The atmosphere in the area was so intense that Jim's desire to win the fight radiated everywhere. His
eyes met Ricky's. He gave out a little smirk, knowing that Ricky would only get two things from the
fight--either he died or he hurt so bad that he'd forfeit the battle. There was no other way to look at it
except for victory in Jim's mind.
Hong!
When the fists collided, the two powers collided, piercing the surrounding space sharply, shaking their
eardrums, and sinking their feet deep into the ground.
Jim laughed even more triumphantly, and expected to see Ricky scream in despair, ask for help, and
look weak from his blow.
But what Jim saw made his thoughts disappear into air. Jim's face went sour. He did not expect what
happened next.
For there was a strong force from Ricky's fist flowing into his palm, like a mountain torrent, ready to
break his whole arm.
It was hard to believe that this was the power of a normal eighth grade of Skin Refinement warrior.
The spiritual energy around the two men vibrated like ripples, which was a collision of power.
The next moment, both men were retreating, their soles slid deep cracks on the ground.
Ricky took thirteen steps back, while Jim took only six steps back.
In this collision, though Jim had fewer steps backward, his face was worse than the clothes that had
just been screwed out of the water.
Jim was shocked and furious!
Absolutely different from the other grade of Skin Refinement, the ninth grade was the peak of Skin
Refinement. The warrior's body strength would reach the peak of this stage, and it was simply not
something that other grades of Skin Refinement could provoke.
Jim was only so close to the peak of ninth grade, that was, the real peak of Skin Refinement.
At this time, Ricky took Jim's attack only with his strength of the eighth grade of Skin Refinement, and
even equaled with Jim. Given the tremendous gap between the power of the eighth and ninth grade of
Skin Refinement, seven more steps back wasn't a shameful failure at all.
At the same time, Ricky was also astonished.
Despite the fact that he didn't use the power of Nine-degree Body Refining Formula, Ricky was doing
his best. He believed mediocre warriors at the ninth grade of Skin Refinement wouldn't be able to take
it.
'It seemed that it is quite reasonable that Jim can rank one of the top ten outer disciples of the Snow
Sect, '
Ricky thought. The intent to fight in Ricky's eyes was even greater, more determined to beat Jim.
Jim was the perfect person for Ricky to temper himself. After all, the road to strength was to meet the
strong, defeat the strong, and become the strong.
The two young people next to them were astonished. They could not imagine that Jim, one of the top
ten outer disciples of the Snow Sect, had fought a draw with a disciple who was at the eighth grade of
Skin Refinement without spiritual meridian.
"Hum! A little capable, but you'll not be so lucky with the next move!" Jim said calmly as he felt a little
humiliated when he saw the looks of the two young men.
At this moment, Jim's power rose even more, his desire to kill was much stronger. He wanted to prove
himself to the other two men that he could defeat an eighth grader! There was no doubt that Jim no
longer intended to hide, and readied to break out all the power, to Ricky an instant kill.
"The real battle is just beginning!"
Ricky took a deep breath and then lifted his own power to the limit. He pulled out the long saber in the
back, and spiritual energy turned to flame elementals surrounding his saber when Ricky felt the change
of Jim's power.
"Ricky, you should be proud to be able to let me use this tactic for you, an eighth grade of Skin
Refinement warrior!" roared Jim.
"Golden Finger! Go Die!"
The next moment, the slight golden color of Jim's spiritual energy became deeper, and all rushed to
Jim's ten fingers. Jim clasped his hands, and the golden spiritual energy condensed into a several feet
long huge finger.
The golden finger, with indescribable power, flashed force towards Ricky.
"It's sensible to use it, but you can also try my Nonuple Flame Strike." Ricky said seriously as he felt
the dangerous power on Jim's golden finger.
Eager to advance into action, Ricky took out his long saber and raised it high with his hand. The power
that he had was so strong that the long saber was immediately surrounded by endless flame elements.
Ricky slashed and attacked Jim relentlessly. One slash after the other, he waved his saber without
hesitation, ready for the kill. And with Nonuple Flame Strike-the Fifth Strike, his saber collided with the
Jim's iron finger fiercely.
After a month of intense training, Ricky's Nonuple Flame Strike had been practiced to the fifth level,
which unlocked more powers and opportunities for the Nonuple Flame Strike.
HongHong!
The golden and the red ferocious spiritual energies collided in an instant, and caused the center of the
two men to ripple again and spread quickly around them. At the same time, the collision vibrated the
two men, forcing the two to regress again.
But after the retrogression, neither of them stopped.
The soles twisted hard on the ground, and they were both rushed to each other. At this moment, Jim
took out the sword on his waist and collided with the long saber of Ricky.
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