Apotheosis

It was Morgan's goal to challenge and face all the clans present by himself.

He had realized too late that he had treated Osrid a bit leniently.

To intimidate his opponents, he planned to utilize fierce skills and render them too afraid to face him in combat.

The best way to do this was by unleashing his best moves.

"Snow Track Strike!"

He rushed towards Zen; he had already activated his Other Shore Token before he launched his attack.

Six rays of icy light, together with Morgan's long sword, simultaneously shot towards Zen at a tremendous speed. He estimated his strike to contain at least two hundred divine megatons of force.

Morgan felt confident that both his skill and power would allow him to overwhelmingly defeat Zen.

Whoosh!

But as he got closer and closer to Zen, he suddenly noticed something strange.

Zen's stoic expression had not changed at all. His eyes were as serene as the surface of a bottomless lake. Morgan felt that Zen had not considered his attack as a serious threat.

Where was Zen's confidence coming from?

Quick as a flash, a strange thought invaded Morgan's mind.

The next moment, he saw that Zen had lifted his long sword in a very slight motion. The Snow Sword collided with his sword, and deflected his sword gently to the side.

He directly crashed onto Zen's shoulder.

Bang!

The force of his impact would have cracked a mountain had he crashed onto one. But when he came into contact with Zen, it was as if he had been slammed onto a tough stone. He was unable to even scratch Zen!

As if that wasn't perplexing enough, the rebound force from Zen's shoulder hit Morgan back.

He was sent flying backward, and the six rays of icy light had dispersed.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Morgan bounced on the surfaces of the giant drums, one after the other. He tried to rush to the water's surface but the water only splashed. It was futile; he ended up falling into the water himself.

"Such amazing power!"

All the masters and outstanding members of the Liu Clan, the Chen Clan, and the Li Clan were shockingly impressed by this exhibition of power.

The onlookers had no idea why the Xu Clan wanted to prove that they were more powerful than the Su Clan. They inferred that the Su Clan might have done something that offended the Xu Clan.

When Zen emerged into the arena, all of them thought that the Su Clan had no chance to win at tha

r clans still haven't shown their trump cards yet!"

Just as Cailen was searching for another opponent for Zen, the Xu Clan's master stood up and challenged him. "Hey, Cailen, why not choose my clan?"

All the clan masters were confused when they heard this. Even Cailen couldn't stop a frown from forming on his face.

Cailen was wary of the master of the Xu Clan. Who knew what trick he might play on them? He didn't want to respond to him, so he just turned away. Just as Cailen was about to declare the next opponent, the master of the Xu Clan couldn't help but leap from his seat and rush towards him. "Cailen," he appealed impudently, "we helped your clan when you were in big trouble a hundred years ago. Could you do this for us this time?"

His words sounded an alarm in Cailen's mind and made him even more puzzled.

But in the end, Cailen decided to indulge the Xu Clan's master and said, "We choose the Xu Clan as our opponent!"

The master of the Xu Clan breathed a heavy sigh of relief and thanked Cailen with clasped hands before returning to his own seat.

From a luxurious room on the Xu Clan's flying carriage, a blue-robed Marco flew out as a sharp arrow. In the blink of an eye, he had already stood upon the huge drum. A smile of triumph played on his lips as he glared at Zen.

The moment he set eyes on Marco, Zen knew Marco was behind everything that had happened so far.

Marco wanted to face Zen so badly in the battle ring that he had orchestrated such painstaking efforts. But in Zen's eyes, Marco was an idiot who would regret everything later even after all of this.