Nakuke shouted his declaration, to dramatically start the battle as serious as possible. Fatty Wei stood in front of him, in a regular martial arts stance. "Hmph. I, Fatty Wei shall greet you in kind!" It was odd for Wei to call himself Fatty still, he had continuously lost weight and was almost as skinny as Xing now. The two completely ignored the match announcer, who only left in a kerfuffle after being brushed aside. Fatty Wei charged directly at Nakuke, preparing a strong fist based attack to hit him with. "No Fatty! If you do that..He will cut you down!" Xing Wenghu thought, worried about his friend's well being. Fatty Wei was in a vulnerable period of his development, he couldn't bite off more than he could chew right now. Or else he would suffer a similar fate to Xing Wenghu's past life, or worse. Xing Wenghu struggled to watch what would unfold next, as a mysterious black aura shined all over Nakuke. "Have you felt the struggle of a soul? The crying of an orphan? The ba

Feng Peng looked at Xing Wenghu with positivity, as his master effortlessly struck Nakuke away. The audience began to cheer him on. "Destroy him!" Nakuke coughed up a little blood, as he stood up using his katana. "Hmph. Do you think the power of friendship will save you now? You're so naive and pathetic. Relying on your... Comrades." "Bonds...Friendship..Happiness... Only a pathetic, naive little kid uses those to fight." He swung his katana around, as a dark aura began to envelop him. "The only thing I need is the skill of my blade!" He rushed at Xing Wenghu, who only turned around and didn't look at him to receive his attack. With his power, he did not need to even gaze at Nakuke to block him. "What? Does he dare to mock me!!" Nakuke developed a massive rage, as he put his all into his next attack. How dare this naive kid insult his strength! Xing Wenghu however, side stepped him and slapped him across the face before his blade could reach him. It was a slap so loud, the en

The tournament was canceled suddenly, on account of the spontaneous injury inflicted upon Fatty Wei so early on in the bracket. Out of fear of crippling any of the cultivators, it had been stopped. They were instead granted an additional day to prepare themselves for the Royale. Xing Wenghu was currently standing by Fatty Wei's side, he was circulating a special healing pill that would make him quickly recover from the wounds. "I must plan ahead for such trials! There are without a doubt more cultivators just like that man." Xing Wenghu thought back to the qi that Nakuke used in his battle with him. It was dark, edgy and demonic. He never expected to come to blows with demonic cultivators here. He would need to be careful. Demonic cultivators were reckless and willing to sacrifice their own life just to scratch you. Fatty Wei would need a few more minutes to finish processing the pill he took, so Xing Wenghu stepped outside of the room. Feng Peng was in front anxiously waiting for

Nakuke Yubiha had fallen down to his knees in front of Xing Wenghu. Xing Wenghu was shocked. Was this an attempt to get the cultivator to drop his guard for a sneak attack? "What are you doing?" Xing Wenghu asked, as Nakuke solemnly replied from beneath him. "You are stronger than me. So I must acknowledge your strength. I...Was wrong." Nakuke barely managed to let out. "You are stronger than me. Xing Wenghu, the true Heavenly king." He even uttered his "title" to Xing Wenghu, a sign that he truly respected the man and what he was capable of. "Xing Wenghu. You are stronger than me. Please, let me join your team." Nakuke said from beneath him. However, Xing Wenghu looked down at him in rage. This man dared to almost cripple his teammate, and then asked to join him once he got the breaking of the balls!? So shameless indeed, that was how many people in the world of cultivators truly behaved. "Oh? And what makes you think I will let you in. You had the nerve to try to cripple Fatty,

In the middle of the main facility everyone, a young korean man was currently training against wooden dummies. He was striking them in a variety of ways. A voice in his head activated after he struck the dummies. "Analyzing users attack pattern, wait one minute." The young man's name was Kim Soohun, a Korean entrant to the Cultivator Battle Royale. In his head was a special nanomachine, which granted him special powers. "Hmph. My brothers and sisters left me for dead, but with the power of my special machine. I can steal anyone's technique!" Of course, there was no nanomachine in his head at all. Like many of the cultivators there, this was his made up power. One could argue in the right hands, mental illness was a super power of it's own. "Analyzing the user's techniques. No flaws were found! Keep up the good work!" Kim Soohun smiled at himself, his nano machine telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. "Heh. Nobody will be able to defeat me. With my nano machine, I will win