For a moment, there was a deathly silence throughout the place, many had stunned looks as they watched Drake's cold nonchalance on the sand, as if what he had just done was nothing to him.
Some wanted to reproach Drake's act, but remembering that he was the son of the village chief, also considering how strong he was now at only seven years old, made everyone swallow the words they were about to say.
"*Sigh*, this was not a life and death match, so Abel did not seriously injure his opponent when he could and kept the daggers from him, but Drake…, *sigh*"
"But I don't think Abel could have died just like that, right?"
"I don't think so, didn't you see the power behind that attack? I suspect that even a late martial disciple would be seriously injured if not killed, not to mention that Abel had dropped his guard after defeating Lyan."
"It's really a shame, a great genius left just like that."
Whispers like this could be heard from the crowd, trying to communicate as low as possible, after all, it didn't matter what his opinion was, in the end the winner was Drake.
Meanwhile, in the area where the envoys were located, Clark's expression was grim, he never expected that Abel child would have an exquisite double sword game, he even managed to repel 4 of the 7 cuts of his sword sect's flagship technique. Lightning bolt, but what bothered him the most was seeing the smirk on Fred's face.
Unlike Clark, Fred could not be happier with this result, he was also quite satisfied with Drake's attitude, although he regretted the loss of Abel, a great genius, for him it could not be better, since Drake showed off acting and taking advantage of the exact moment and did it in a spectacular way.
"This result will make the sect master very satisfied, and he may speak on behalf of Drake for an additional reward, his performance this time was quite outstanding."
Thinking about this, Fred turned only to see Clark's gloomy face and scoffed silently, but as he directed his gaze towards the lady, he noticed that his gaze was fixed on the sand, he was also frowning.
At this, Fred thought that Drake's attitude had displeased her, so she quickly said:
"Although it's a shame, you can't blame Drake either, after all he's still young and seeing Abel's martial prowess he decided to unleash his strongest blow, please don't worry, when he returns to my sect he will he will punish him properly."
Hearing this, the lady, for the first time, giggled slightly, she seemed amused by Fred's comment, and after a moment, she said:
"You're not getting a bit ahead of yourself, fellow cultivator? The fight is not over yet."
Hearing this, Fred frowned angrily, but then turned his gaze towards the sand, which, due to the explosion, still had a lot of dust hanging around it, but after this time, some of it had settled, from which he could see a standing figure, holding two daggers in his hands.
This made Fred stunned, it was as if lightning struck his head, while only one thought appeared in his mind:
"DID NOT DIE?"
Fred was not the only one, Clark was also in awe, and shortly after, he laughed wildly, apparently the sight of Fred amused him immensely.
On the other hand, even the village chief, who was a bit worried about how he was going to explain the situation to his father, was surprised, he even rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was hallucinating, only to realize that it was real, Abel was not yet dead.
Meanwhile, the crowd also noticed the upright figure holding two daggers in his hands, his clothes were in tatters, revealing the amazing physique of Abel, who, in addition to some scratches, had no more injuries, In addition, his hair was found messy, gleaming his crimson tips, giving him the look of a savage hero.
At this sight, many girls blushed, as the crowd cheered loudly, celebrating that Abel had not yet died.
"Incredible, he received the impact of all the power of that martial technique, but still he did not die."
"Are you blind brother? He's not even hurt, if it weren't for a few scratches and his shredded clothes, I would never believe that he received such a blow minutes before."
"I didn't notice him before, but isn't he quite handsome? Those crimson locks along with that exceptional physique ... KYAAAAA."
"Hey sister, calm down, you embarrass us all."
Comments like this echoed through the crowd, causing Drake's expression to turn unsightly, as he watched Abel with undisguised fury and hatred.
Meanwhile, Abel was dusting off his clothes, seemingly distracted from all the attention he was getting.
"*Sigh*, this was the best change of clothes he had, and now it's all smashed, hell, I shouldn't have taken that head-on hit."
"On the other hand, I didn't expect Drake to unleash a blow like that, if it weren't for my physique enhanced by the blood of the fire lion and blue thunder, he wouldn't be as unscathed as he is now."
From what Abel guessed, the blow Drake had unleashed was close to the power unleashed by a martial soldier, something he did not expect from Drake's bearing, wondering what kind of technique he used.
"I'm afraid it must be an earth-rank technique at least, besides, he must have studied it for a long time."
Abel guessed this because Drake's understanding talent was not as surprising as Lyan's or his own, so he assumed he must have studied it for a long time.
"Even so, from the length of time it took to unleash the technique, it seems that he has barely grasped the basics of it, otherwise, he would not have waited for the moment to attack while he unleashed that technique."
Thinking this far, Abel stretched a bit before turning to Drake, who seemed to have regained some composure.
"Hey Drake, I must say that blow of yours was quite surprising, yesterday I had incredible back pain, but thanks to your technique, it completely disappeared."
Hearing that mockery, the calm he had gained from him disappeared, his complexion turned ashen as he gnashed his teeth, his gaze filled with hatred.
"Don't celebrate so soon, I just unleashed that technique casually since I saw you distracted, but since you're looking for death, I won't have compassion."
Immediately after saying this, Drake lunged at Abel again, striking both fists at him.
At this, Abel only shook his head, if it had been so easy for him to charge that attack, he would not have expected so much, moreover, he also noticed that after using it, Drake's complexion paled a little, so it was quite obvious that he was lying.
As he thought about this, Abel used his bare hands to block Drake's attacks, responding from time to time, slowly forcing Drake back, thus gaining the upper hand.
Meanwhile, in the envoy area, they were in awe of the fight, they never expected Abel's physique to be so prominent, allowing him to easily force Drake, who was using a weapon, to back off.
Given this, Clark couldn't help but comment:
"HIS physical body of his already rivals some weaker martial soldier stage cultivators, no wonder he was able to withstand the full power of Drake's attack with just a few scratches."
Hearing this, Fred nodded, but his expression was grim, clearly, by now the match was over, the winner was obvious.
Noticing this, Fred couldn't help but take an additional look at the lady of the Burning Blood sect, who had mentioned from the beginning who was going to be the winner, although he thought at first that it was just a casual comment, it seemed that she already He had noticed how special the boy was before this fight.
The village chief was also dejected, it didn't take a genius to see that Drake was gradually being cornered, so he could only sit down while sighing deeply.
"What kind of monster did my father allow into the village? He is only 5 years old, but even I doubt I can completely defeat him."
Thinking about this, the village chief just kept watching the match with somewhat empty eyes, he knew that his son due to this encounter would not progress as fast as before.
Meanwhile, in the crowd, the vast majority cheered for Abel, it seemed that Abel had unintentionally won a group of admirers.
But unlike the crowd on stage, Drake's heart grew heavier, each time Abel struck back with his bare hands, the more furious he grew as hatred grew inside him.
"The one they should admire is me, I stayed to make the selection to show my strength before everyone, why then now am I just a springboard for this damn child to rise in glory? No, I will not allow it, even if I have to use the second star, I'll kill him."
With this thought, Drake stopped doubting more, he distanced himself from Abel as he glared at him, and said:
"YOU CORNERED ME TO DO THIS, DON'T BLAME ME IF YOU DIE."
Shortly afterwards, Drake spat out a drop of blood, which quickly rose into the air and headed towards his glabella, immediately afterwards, Drake's aura exploded, rising from third martial disciple level to 4th, then 5th, and even it overcame the small barrier between the 5th level and the 6th level, where it finally stopped.
Abel, seeing this was shocked, and immediately recognized what he did.
"Hell, is this guy crazy? Using blood essence will leave him with serious consequences and even his talent will diminish ..., but Abel, you idiot, this is not the time to worry about him, damn it, it's too late, he's charging his attack. "
Sensing the aura and power behind the attack Drake was creating, Abel recognized that he matched that of the fire and thunder lion in berserk mode and even narrowly surpassed it.
"It seems I have no choice, I will have to use that move again."
Thinking this way, Abel's expression turned solemn, as he circulated his celestial qi at full throttle, preparing for Drake's attack.