(OLD/NOT CANON) Immortal Ascension Tower

Chapter 88 - Pat... Splat... Pat... Splat...

Lao Jianghu nodded and then waved his sleeve: just as it had done in the few battles before, a golden screen appeared, separating the Arena's stage from the stalls.

Fu Yin and another youth stared at each other: the first's gaze was a full of confidence, the other's of wariness.

"Are the combatants ready?" The old man asked and turned to look at the youth standing in front of Fu Yin: he was a young man in his late twenties, with long, blue hair falling down his back.

His two completely white eyes narrowed as he glanced at the young, white-haired, pale-blue skinned boy. He pursued his lips and then gulped before nodding: "This Disciple is ready, Lord Sect Protector!"

Fu Yin also nodded: "Ditto."

"Then... Begin!" The old man's golden eyes lit up as his robes fluttered.

Just as Lao Jianghu spoke those words, the blue-haired youth's eyes turned red; he grabbed a few vials from his Heaven&Earth Pouch and threw them on the ground: as soon as they shattered, a pungent, metallic smell permeated the Arena.

Fu Yin's eyes glinted with amusement: "Blood... And not just any kind of blood... This belong to the Sung stage! You are really resourceful!"

"So smug... But for how long!" The other replied as he grinned fiercely. He made a mysterious hand seal and the blood on the ground transformed into a thin mist: "I, He Gon, will defeat you here and now!"

"He Gon... Bad?" He muttered. He turned towards the crowd, a confused expression on his face "Has He Gon-e bad by any chance? That would explain a lot..."

The audience broke into laughter and some even fell from their seats. Xiao Wu rolled her eyes and sighed: "Seriously, you don't have to be the best at everything, you know?"

He Gon ignored the trash talk and simply drew a large symbol in the air: the blood mist seemed to have been caught into a hurricane as it gathered in front of the symbol, taking the shape of a large scythe.

The laughing members of the audience immediately shut up: the pressure emitted from the scythe was incredibly powerful, at the very peak of the Sung stage! Who would dare ridicule somebody that had power akin to the Sung stage?

"What is it now, great genius? Are you too scared to move?" He Gon chuckled, his now red eyes glowing brightly with the crimson glow of the fresh blood.

Fu Yin raised one of his eyebrows and then sighed, seemingly in disappointment "I was expecting more out of you... After all that acting high-and-mighty you only bring out this... This thing."

Fu Yin's eyes glinted and he brought his hands to the nails embedded into his temples "What do you say, Blood? Should we show this guy how it is done?"

As soon as he spoke those words, the air trembled as two inverted triangles appeared in his pupils. They shined an eerie pale blue light and seemed to hold countless mysteries within... They were also sharp, seemingly sharp enough to delve into someone's soul and see their innermost thoughts!

Those two triangles then lit up with blinding, blue light and black smoke suddenly appeared behind Fu Yin's figure. The crowd watched in amazement as that black smoke seemed to be gathering in an ordinately fashion, soon taking the shape...

Of a humanoid figure!

It had long, black hair that fell down its shoulders and wore thorn, crimson robes. His appearance was hidden below a metallic mask: the mask seemed to have been made out of wire of some sort. On the spot where the nose should have been, a fierce-looking beak protruded, resembling the beak of a demonic bird that thirsted for human flesh...