In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park

He felt that his pride as a bandit had been crushed.

"Why you little…..”

Dammit!

“I will not be played on by a kid of only 14 years old. If I can\'t even kill you, a 2nd Dan weakling, I\'ll write my name backward and call you father!... Crab Spear Hands!!"

Instantly, the bandit raised his hands above his head, opening them up like a crab, before striking a pose with his legs.

~Swish!

He moved like lightning, channeling his qi into his hands, transforming them into sharp knives, ready to take Ru Moyen\'s life.

Moyen\'s eyes dilated in terror at the sheer amount of pressure he felt. But he knew that he had to act fast, or he would be out of the game.

He had to use this time to strike, or he would never have another chance again!

Remembering the flash image of his opponent, he quickly moved his body, hoping his decision was correct.

Here goes nothing.

~Swish!

"Fire Of Ares, Ares Fury!"

~Boom!

Under the shock of the bandit, the tip of Moyen\'s sword turned red, releasing a violent flame that was too hot to handle.

What?

The bandit quickly jumped away in shock before looking at his burnt hand that hurt like hell.

F***!

What sort of flames were these?

They were so hot that he felt like they might actually turn him to ashes if this 2nd Dan youngster was too strong.

Lying trough! What just happened?

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Those who saw this scene were pricked with a sensation that shot through their spines.

Some watched in horror, while others trembled and stood up in disbelief.

Moyen, who had long ago chosen to live broadcast the battle, had completely stunned the barrage by his moves.

"I\'ll go! The MoyenMysterio just used the Flames of Ares!"

"Hahahaha! It\'s the flames of Ares! Damn. I\'m so envious of him."

"F***! I thought I was a genius by managing to make my sword heat up. But now that I know that there are people other than Boss Su who can produce some flames, I\'ve decided to bury my head in a hole and beg for forgiveness for my blindness. Awesome!"

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While the barrage grew crazy with glee, the nearby bandits who saw this scene were both dumbfounded and in horror.

How was this even possible?

This was too abnormal.

How... How... This didn\'t make any sense!

The bandit Moyen attacked felt his heart tighten when he looked at part of his left arm that was already burnt black.

This was bad!

Even though the brat was in the 2nd Dan, that flame was way powerful.

He guessed that the flame should be able to deal with a 3rd Dan cultivator in no time.

And for him in the 4th Dan, it would take a few more tries to finish him off with the flame.

Thinking of him dying in the hands of some 2nd Dan weakling, the bandit felt very much unwilling.

As for Moyen, he was so stunned when he saw the raging effect of the Fire of Ares.

He felt like he had only tapped into the early stages of it.

So imagine if he managed to tap into the rest of it?

Of course, the strength of the fire was somewhat proportional to his own strength too.

The stronger he got, the stronger the flame.

Seeing the bandit\'s health bar go down from 100% to 94%,

Sure, it was a long way to go.

But it was way better than him making a move without the flame.

Without the flame, he might fight for long and only manage to damage his opponent from 100% to 98%.

Imagine fighting until one was exhausted, only to realize that the enemy\'s strength had only been reduced by 1%?

No, it wouldn\'t even be a fight.

The bandit was way stronger than him by 2 Dans! So how can that be considered a battle?

Forget about having the difference of 2 while Dans. Even a difference of 1 Dan was too strong.

No, he was once again going too far.

Currently, he was at the early stages of the 2nd Dan, still struggling to stabilize his core.

So without a doubt, someone at the middle stage or late stage of the 2nd Dan would be stronger than him.

That said, his opponent at the 4th Dan should just massacre him, leaving him no chance to retaliate.

If he didn\'t manifest the flame of Ares, his opponent would probably torture him and even kill him, only exhausting at most 1% of his strength.

Sometimes, the enemy might not even exhaust their strength at all, treating him like a fly on a wall.

But now, with the flame, Moyen had managed to injure his enemy at the early stages of their battle, decreasing his strength by 6%.

F***!

This was too magical, alright?

Moyen felt like he was still dreaming.

Of course, he didn\'t get full of himself because he knew his flames were not as strong or near to what Boss Chu could manifest.

Compared to Boss Chu\'s flames, his were as faint as a flame hovering above a thin stick (matchstick).

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Moyen smirked confidently, which happened to be seen by the annoyed bandit.

"You little runt! Don\'t think that because you\'ve managed to scar me, you\'ll be able to take my life! You better stop dreaming because I will be the one to take your life instead!"

"Claw Spear Hands!"

"Fire of Ares, Ares Fury!!"

~Boom! Boom!~

~Swish!~

~Bam! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!!~~

The air was tense, and the pressure was high.

Moyen\'s breathing became heavier and heavier the longer the fight went.

Dammit!

He had been struck once by the bandit, which made his health bar drop to 63%, while he, who had managed to land 2 more hits, had only managed to drop the bandit\'s strength to 83%.

F***!

Once his bar went below 60%, he would automatically get taken out of the battlefield.

He gritted his teeth and faced the pressure, trying his best to control his breathing, and dodged the attack.

But when he thought he had successfully predicted the bandit\'s move, he felt a dreadfully heavy attack coming his way.

His face turned grim.

Had he miscalculated?

The bad smiled ruthlessly while transforming his leg to be as flexible as a serpent.

"Hahahhahahahah! Brat! You didn\'t see this coming, did you? Now, you’ll know why people fear us, the Juang Bandits. Now you die!!! Hahahahahaha!!!"

The bandit opened his eyes, revealing a very crazed appearance at the thought of killing off the brat.

But what happened next left him in shock.

When the attack was just inches away from the brat\'s face, the little imp suddenly smiled playfully.

~Swish!

~Plop.

The brat had vanished.