The Legend of Min Hong

'Why aren't they attacking!?'

The Right Grand Elder was the first to lose his composure when things didn't go according to what they had anticipated and their opponents were still revealing smug smiles…

Then all of a sudden the sounding of a homing object rang out from below;

~Pssiiuu~! The sound of a speeding object resounded through the air…

Before the group would realize what it was, it was already too late as a staff slammed straight into the Tribe Leader's guts blasting him out of their line up and the moment that grabbed their attentions, another voice rang out;

"Sun Splitter!"

Instantly, searing heat brought back the demon's attentions as they saw an arc of flaming Saber Qi gushing towards group, the Right Grand Elder lurched to a halt as he weaved some hand seals and water abruptly burst out of the thin air, as the he grabbed his hand into a claw causing the water to take a massive shape of the demonic claw technique the Yao Commander used on Min Hong earlier;

Skadoosh!

The water exploded into mists as the Right Grand Elder grinned at the impunity with which he destroyed Gu Ming's attack, but the Yao Commander knew better and looked over to Min Hong who was donning a mask with a smug grin on its face and that grin was currently directed at the Princess who wasn't even aware that he was looking at her;

'He is looking at that girl… What is he planning?'

The Yao Commander searched around for the most possible scenario that could be making Min Hong grinning, but only realized it too late as he heard the chiming voice of the Princess call out;

"Water God Art; Mist Style – Mazu's Prison!"

Instantly the Tribe Lady demon found itself in a situation she had recently suffered significant damage to, as walls of mist covered her from every angle;

'Tch, this idiot fell for the same trick twice, Hmph!'

The Yao Commander raged in embarrassment as the Tribe Lady Demon scoffed irritatingly;

'Same old shit, just a different day…'

'What's next; Water God Art; Execution Style?'

'Then something along the line of Drowning Thirst!' 'Hmph, I will definitely not fall for this twice… Since it is mist, it should break in the presence of massive amounts of water!'

She thought to herself as she weaved several hand seals that and water abruptly burst out of the thin air, but before she could do anything with the water, the chiming voice of the Princess once again called out;

"Sword Art; Ocean Style - Advancing Wave!"

All of a sudden the Tribe Lady Demon saw the water she had summoned to attack her opponent suddenly turn on her, as it formed into a sword that slashed at her from point blank range;

Clang!

Crack!

The sword slammed straight into her bony amour shattering an entire rib cage away from it, but the Tribe Lady Demon received minimal damage from it, and just as she was grinning at the Princess' nigh futile attack, she suddenly heard a whooshing sound as a figure burst out of the mists in the surroundings before adding;

"Desert Wind Art; Assassination style – Silent Dagger!"

Yu Ming screamed with a timid tone as she dangerously slashed her dagger into the exact space where the ribcage had shattered earlier sinking her dagger straight into the body of the Tribe Lady Demon;

Slash!

Splurt!

Black blood sprayed violently as the Tribe Lady Demon was sent flying leaving Min Hong and the Yao Commander as the only ones left to attack;

The Yao Commander looked towards Min Hong with a vicious expression; not only had his group lost all the first wager in this battle, but only the Right Grand Elder had come out of it unscathed, and that made his rage boil as he determined within himself to at least draw blood from Min Hong…

But just as he got within a 5 meter radius of Min Hong;

Kaboom!

An abrupt bolt of lightning as thick as a Viking's bucket tore through the empty sky, before slamming straight into the Yao Commander who momentarily spasmed and twitched intensely from the effects of the lightning bolt;

But in that brief moment of lapse in concentration, Min Hong didn't let it go to waste as his voice drifted over;

"Palm Art; Buddhist Cherub Style – Print of the Ancient Saints!"

Instantly he stretched his palm towards the Yao Commander like a monk dishing out the Buddha Palm Technique;

The Yao Commander snorted coldly at the fact that Min Hong had gotten one over him in the presence of his juniors and thus wanted to get one back, thus he bolted towards Min Hong with renewed vigor, sending a vicious Palm Strike of his own with a bellow;

"Palm Art; Demon Style – Soul Blight!"

He sent his palm which was wrapped in purple demonic flames straight at Min Hong's incoming palm;

Slam!

Bang!

Boom!

Their palms clash with a slamming sound before all trees, plants and rocks in their immediate vicinity exploded with a loud bang, followed by the blasting away of the Yao Commander whose entire arm was now twisted in an odd angle as he threw up mouthfuls after mouthfuls of blood…

'Hateful brat, may your ancestors rot in hell!' The Yao Commander mentally cursed out of intense pain;

'Tch.. Not only is that lightning of his completely fatal to our nature; this palms strike of his is also not far off from it!'

The Yao Commander didn't know that Min Hong had the Buddhist Chant of the Cherubs techniques, and that the nature of that soul and mental energy are arch-nemesis of anything demonic, because when Min Hong had attacked earlier, he had wrapped the Oblivion Dao aura all over his palm attack, veiling the true nature of his palm attack…

This caused the Yao Commander to think that the attack was a simple palm attack and that was why he decided to clash with it head on, not knowing that Min Hong had other ideas…

Thus, at this point, everything had panned out the way Min Hong had initially planned with the groups split according to the way he had commanded the group as he then look towards the Yao Commander and taunted;

"Oi, don't tell me you are already frightened by a simple palm strike or lightning bolt…"