顶开OMEGA腔道成结

In the center, two young men squared off against each other. They both held a sword in their hands, the polished metal gleaming in the light.

As they circled each other, you could feel the tension mounting between them like a rubber band ready to snap.

"Let\'s do this." The first, shorter young man smiled and twirled his sword before taking a defensive stance. He kept his feet planted on the ground and raised his blade to eye level.

His opponent mirrored him, readying himself for attack. "Yeah, here I come." His eyes narrowed as he lunged forward, aiming the tip of his sword towards his opponent\'s heart.

The shorter one had an edge over the taller one, and his eyes narrowed in concentration as he moved around the ring.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two clashed, their swords ringing as they collided over and over again. They danced around each other, testing each other\'s defenses and looking for openings. Thanks to years of training and experience, their movements were precise and quick. As the fight went on, they began to use many different martial arts skills with their spirit essence energy manipulation.

Both used Fire Spirit Essence, but their energy was very different from each other.

A fiery golden-red aura enveloped the first young man\'s sword, making it burn hotter with every strike. As he swung at his opponent, the air sizzled from the heat.

Meanwhile, the second young man coated his blade in an eerie blackish-red flame, causing it to leave trails of dreadful fire in the air with every slash.

With each of their hits, an explosion rocked the arena.

This is how warriors who awaken their spirit can control and focus their element into a martial art skill that can be used to attack or defend themselves from enemies.

To see such fierce skills displayed would have made anyone watching excited about these kinds of battles. As the fight wore on, the second young man grew tired. His spirit essence was dwindling, and he knew he wouldn\'t be able to keep up his fire-coated strikes much longer.

But his opponent saw an opportunity. As the second young man slowed down, his sword dipped, leaving an opening just below his ribs.

Boom!

Before the second young man could recover, his opponent blasted his fire essence skill towards his exposed chest. It slammed into him, sending him flying backwards onto the hard stone floor.

The first young man stood above his fallen opponent, smiling in triumph. "It looks like I won, Jacob," he said with a steady breath, holding his burning sword above the second young man.

"I guess you did, Argon." The defeated warrior groaned and sat up. He looked up at his friend, shaking his head. "One day, though, I will beat you." n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Argon helped his friend stand and laughed. "We\'ve sparred many times, man. When are you going to give up already?" He slapped Jacob on the back. "Just accept it: I\'m the best here."

Jacob rolled his eyes and said it in amusement. "Sure thing, buddy. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

They both laughed together as Jacob thought about Argon.

Argon wasn\'t just another cultivator; he was a heavenly genius in spirit cultivation. His cultivation speed and possession of a rare spirit set him head and shoulders above the rest. With his striking black hair and piercing red eyes, Argon exuded a bizarre charm that drew people towards him.

Argon\'s cultivation power was nothing short of superb, allowing him to face opponents even from higher realms with ease. He embodied a perfect blend of bravery and heroism, fearless in confronting adversaries and standing tall in the face of danger.

What set Argon apart was his almost supernatural luck in discovering heavenly treasures. It was as if fortune itself favored him, guiding him to stumble upon mystical items. Jackob couldn\'t help but be amazed at the incredible stroke of luck that seemed to follow Argon like a loyal companion.

Jackob knew, from the moment Argon was brought from the orphanage by his aunt, that this young man was special. He recognized that, with Argon\'s remarkable talent and unmatched luck, greatness was inevitable for him.

Since then, Jackob has supported him with a deep belief in Argon\'s potential to achieve extraordinary feats and become a strong support for his family.

All of a sudden, Argon\'s phone rang and interrupted Jackob\'s thoughts. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and realized one of the caretakers was calling him. He picked it up.

"Hello, Uncle Sam. How are you doing?" Argon asked.

"Hello, Argon. I have something important to share. This morning, I heard Mr.Oswald being arrested for torturing kids in a different orphanage. It seemed he also killed a girl." Uncle Sam told Argon about Oswald, as he knew Argon was close to Oswald and looked up to him as a father figure.

"What? How can it be possible? Uncle Sam, don\'t be absurd. Uncle Oswald cannot do anything like this. I believe in him." Argon asserted it with full conviction.

"I am telling you the truth, Argon. You should check everything, and the police even have the evidence." Uncle Sam replied.

"Ok, Uncle Sam, I will check everything." Argon ended the call soon after.

Jackob appeared worried as he stared at Argon\'s furious expression and asked, curious to know the situation, "Bro, what happened? Why are you angry?"

Argon told him, clenching his fists in rage, "Uncle Oswald was arrested by the police for harming the kids in the different orphanages, killing one girl named Emma."

Jackob became stunned upon learning Oswald committed such crimes. "Bro, are you kidding? How can Uncle Oswald do such a thing? There must be some mistake."

Argon gritted his teeth and shouted, "Yes! There must be some misunderstanding! He is being framed!"

Seeing his friend so riled up, Jackob tried to comfort Argon. "Don\'t worry, bro, I\'m sure we will clear things up soon enough."

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