Throne of Seals: White Tiger's Power Lock, I am the God of War

Chapter 11 has a good momentum, but its strength is somewhat lacking.
"Break it for me!!!"

Warrior No. 7, his face flushed, frantically tried to pull out his axe, but felt as if the blade was embedded in a mountain, completely immovable.

"The momentum is not bad, but the strength is a bit lacking." Feng Yao said calmly, flicking his finger on the side of the axe handle.

With a crisp "ding," Warrior No. 7 was struck as if by lightning, flying backward and rolling seven or eight times on the ground before barely coming to a stop.

As expected, he was no longer able to fight, after all, even his berserk state had been forced back.

At that moment, everyone present deeply felt the oppressive force emanating from Warrior One.

In just one exchange, Warrior Number Seven, a peak fourth-tier warrior, was knocked to the ground by Warrior Number One.

"Warrior Number One wins!"

After a brief moment of surprise, the referee announced the result of the match.

The others also gasped in surprise.

"Wow, that's impressive, Warrior One!"

"Yes, just that one bounce sent Warrior Seven flying..."

"This guy is a monster!"

Dian Yan in the first row cursed. He was right. Feng Yao was a ruthless character. To be fair, even he couldn't easily defeat a fourth-tier peak warrior who had used berserk mode.

And this guy did it so easily.

On the high platform, Ren Wokuang laughed loudly, "How about it, this kid is strong enough, right?! Although he is a warrior, his control is still no less than that of a knight."

"I'm afraid we can't beat him at this level either. We're really getting old," Xu Zhongliang sighed.

As expected of a genius from their Warrior Temple with an innate spiritual power exceeding ninety, such a growth rate is truly astonishing.

"Old Xu is prepared to make the other major temples bleed; the championship of this year's Demon Hunter Team selection competition belongs to our Warrior Temple!"

Ren Wokuang's smile never faded, and he felt like he was floating when he walked.

"Of course I know."

……

"Feng Yao, you're so strong!" Wang Yuanyuan was even happier than if she had won herself when she saw Feng Yao win so easily. She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.

The moment Wang Yuanyuan's warm lips touched his cheek, Feng Yao froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

His heart skipped a beat, and his crimson eyes reflected the girl's bright, sparkling eyes, which were filled with undisguised adoration and joy.

He could smell the lingering scent of soap in her hair, mixed with the faint smell of sweat after the battle.

The gasps of surprise around them became blurred background noises, but the warmth emanating from the girl's fingertips was undeniably real.

"Are you crazy...?"

Feng Yao instinctively wanted to push her away, but his fingertips stopped when they touched the armor at her waist.

Images of countless sparring sessions over the past six years suddenly flashed back: the way she stubbornly got up after being defeated by him for the first time, and the profile of her clutching his sleeve as she looked at the crystal chandelier in the market yesterday.

It turns out that the little one who always followed behind him had unknowingly grown into a warrior who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

As Feng Yao swallowed the rebuke that was about to come out, his Adam's apple bobbed. When he lowered his eyes, he happened to see Wang Yuan's fingertips curling slightly due to nervousness.

Her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyelids, and the flushed cheeks reminded him of the flaming fruit cookies covered in icing sugar from the Honey Talk Workshop.

"Fool……"

Feng Yao's voice was a little hoarse, but for some inexplicable reason, he didn't brush away her arms wrapped around his neck. Instead, he gently pressed the stray hairs on the back of her neck with his palm.

A corner of the perpetually frozen indifference in her crimson eyes quietly melted away.

When Wang Yuanyuan looked up at him, she suddenly noticed the tenderness in the boy's eyes, which calmed her down considerably.

"let's go."

Feng Yao picked up the girl and walked straight outside. He didn't want to be looked at like a monkey here. As for Warrior Number Three's match, he didn't need to watch it and had no interest in it; no matter how strong he was, he couldn't beat him anyway.

He strode out of the training ground, his boots clanging loudly, startling the birds resting under the eaves.

"Number One is awesome! He managed to adjust Number Three like that. I want to learn how to do it too!"

"Who wouldn't want to? But the problem is that they're so aloof."

"..."

Countless contestants groaned in despair.

You should know that although these soldiers may seem very successful on the outside, they are all inevitably afraid of their wives or girlfriends at home.

Unlike Feng Yao, whose girlfriend is completely submissive.

In one word, awesome!

Two words: Envious!

The magical streetlights outside lit up one after another, casting long shadows of the two, but they couldn't hide the intense gazes from all around.

"Feng Yao, put me down, I can walk by myself."

Wang Yuanyuan's cheeks were burning. Although she had impulsively kissed Feng Yao earlier, she was still incredibly shy being held by him like this.

She gently pushed against Feng Yao's chest, only to bump into something warm and firm, her ear tips instantly turning red.

The girl's warm breath brushed against the side of his neck, and Feng Yao's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but he deliberately frowned and said, "Don't move."

Upon hearing this, the person in his arms let out a soft hum and nuzzled their head against his chest, as if they were both sulking and being affectionate.

The two were surrounded by a subtle, ambiguous aura, which even attracted the attention of the passing temple guards, who hurriedly looked away after meeting Feng Yao's cold gaze.

At the corner, Ren Wokuang blocked my way, his eyes full of mischief: "You little rascal, you've won the heart of a beauty!"

Xu Zhongliang followed behind him, stroking his beard and smiling without saying a word, only giving the two of them a meaningful look.

That's what young people should be like.

"Uncle Ren!" Wang Yuanyuan immediately poked her head out from Feng Yao's arms, her face still flushed. "Please stop teasing us!"

Ren Wokuang laughed heartily and patted Feng Yao on the shoulder: "Perform well, and when you win the championship, I'll personally throw you a celebration banquet!"

After saying goodbye to the two, Feng Yao continued on his way.

The magic lights on the street lit up one after another, casting dappled light spots on the stone pavement.

Wang Yuanyuan in his arms gradually calmed down, her breathing becoming steady and long.

Feng Yao looked down and saw the girl's eyelashes flutter slightly, a faint smile on her lips.

In a daze, he remembered the little girl who cried on the training field six years ago, who has now become the softest concern in his heart.

"Feng Yao," Wang Yuanyuan suddenly opened her eyes, her clear gaze meeting his, "Let's kill the demons together from now on, okay?"

Her words, brimming with youthful vigor, sent a jolt through Feng Yao's heart.

A resolute glint flashed in his crimson eyes. Feng Yao nodded gently and hugged her tighter: "Okay, I promise you."

He naturally knew that the Demon Hunter Guild could only have one member of each profession, which was the consistent rule for the guild's composition.

He originally planned to lead a team himself regarding this issue.

However, now that Wang Yuanyuan has brought it up, he has changed his mind.

Compared to the future members of the Demon Hunter team, the warmth he held in his arms at this moment was the most precious treasure he cherished.

As for those rules, who cares? Rules are meant to be broken!
Two warriors it is, I can always form my own team.

(End of this chapter)