1547 Primordial Form! Devil Patterns? (1) “Wang Teng vs Valmont!” The names attracted everyone’s attention; discussions started the moment they appeared. One was Wang Teng, a highly popular candidate who sparked furious debates every time he showed up. His battle methods were special, always visually attractive, whether he was torturing his opponent or defeating them with a single move. This made people yearn for more. At the same time, the young earthling was outstanding, on par with the Crown Prince. Only him and the heir apparent at the top of the popularity listing. The first place was continuously being swapped between them. Every time the military champion appeared, the prince would be pushed to second place. However, the same would happen when the noble fought; Wang Teng was pushed down to the second position. The situation was quite interesting. This also implied that the young hero had the same weight as the Crown Prince in everyone’s hearts. They couldn’t tell who was stronger. “Valmont!” “It’s the brutal guy.” “Wow, is he going to kill Wang Teng this time?” “Hmph, I think that Valmont is going to get kicked out. Wang Teng isn’t someone easy to bully.” “I like how Wang Teng does things. If others don’t bully me, nothing happens. But, if you do, I will torture you to death, even if you’re the Third Prince.” “Haha, what does the Third Prince have to do with this? Please don’t use my Third Prince as an example.” “Hey, are you a fake fan of the Third Prince?” “Hahaha, has the Third Prince become a negative reference?” 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎 … The match was strange. Everyone stood on Wang Teng’s side, while no one spoke up for Valmont. The guy didn’t have any friends! Other warriors had people from their races supporting them, or some part of the audience rooting for them, but the caped fellow had none. Such a feat was amazing. Wang Teng got up and prepared to enter the arena. “Wang Teng, be careful. Somehow, this Valmont gives me a strange feeling,” the Second Prince said. The young hero glanced at him in surprise. Looks like I’m not the only one who feels this way. The Crown Prince opened his eyes and glanced at his rival. He kept them open, implying that he would observe the match. Wang Teng nodded at the Second Prince and flew to the sky above the arena. He seemed calm and composed. On the other side—Valmont flew to meet the other, with his signature black cape. No one could see his body or face. He hovered in front of the young hero. The closer he was, the stronger the bizarre feeling. Wang Teng frowned. He sized up his opponent, but he was still unable to see anything. The black cape was able to block all forms of inspection! Valmont didn’t speak. However, the young hero could feel his gaze. He seemed to also be sizing him up. He was extremely interested in Wang Teng! “Start!” shouted the voice coming from the light sphere. A gale blew past the barren land. Sand swirled in the sky. Boom! The next instant, Wang Teng and Valmont disappeared. Only the sand continued to float where they had been. A few kilometers away, their figures reappeared without any warning. Wang Teng was retreating. The other followed him like a ghost, black cape fluttering against the wind. A hand covered in scales was stretched out from the cape and grabbed Wang Teng’s throat. Wang Teng blinked. He threw a fist, aimed at his opponent’s palm. Boom! The impact formed from their Forces clashing released a loud explosion. However, Valmont wasn’t injured. He shuddered as if shaking off the residual impact and charged again. “Interesting!” Wang Teng kept a poker face. He executed his five-element fist move to counter. The caped contender seemed to know that the latter wasn’t easy to deal with; unlike the others he had crushed to death. Hence, he gave up his original plan and executed a fist skill too. Boom! Wang Teng used his five-element fist to its full potential. Water, earth, wood, and fire element punches were thrown, one after the other. It was a ghastly sight. “That fist skill is powerful!” The Second Prince was shocked. “It has four different elements. What skill is this? I have never seen it before,” Timothy added. “It doesn’t look like four separate skills; it should be one, but its nature is obscure,” said Ji Haochen. He was watching the battle intently. The Crown Prince didn’t say anything, but it was evident that his interest was piqued by the fist skill. Boom! The virtual fist smashed on Valmont’s body, throwing him off his feet. One of the corners of his cape was ripped off, revealing his muscular body. There were scales, matching with the rumor that he was a fellow from the Scale Lizard race. “How dare you fight me with just one hand? Who gave you the confidence to do that?” Wang Teng stood in the air calmly, black hair dancing behind him. Valmont glanced at his body, then raised his head to look at his opponent. It was still impossible to see what he looked like. The cape around his body was ripped, but his head was still hidden in shadows. Wang Teng found it strange. Is there a reason why he doesn’t want people to see him? “You’re strong!” said Valmont. That was the first time he spoke since the match began. His voice was hoarse, like two metal plates rubbing against each other; harsh and unpleasant. Wang Teng also detected a hint of madness and hunger in his tone. What the hell? Wang Teng raised his eyebrows. Does he have some weird fetish?