The vine cultivator gasped as her vine was effortlessly slashed in half. "You fool! How dare you cut my vine in half. You will face my wrath!" She screamed frantically, and ran straight at her opponent. She swung her vines like a chimpanzee on the loose, with no coordination or focus behind her attacks. The audience was surprised, to see someone with such lacking skill or coordination. All rhyme and reason faded from her attacks. Her opponent casually batted each one away, slashing through them and rendering all of them unusable in seconds. Soon, after all of her vines were broken into pieces all over the arena floor. It was a sight for sore eyes, to be so thoroughly humiliated in less than one minute. She wouldn't let this stand. The cold cultivator stood over her, not having a single reaction. Her gaze was as cold as her outfit, uncaring and uninterested. "It's over." The Glacial Empress said, looking down at her opponent. The vine cultivator had fallen onto her knees in anger
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
"Fatty!!!!!" Xing Wenghu screamed, Fatty Wei having used the last of his strength to stand up and throw himself in front of Xing Wenghu. He felt a pain inside of him, Fatty Wei was willing to die for him. His arrogance having caused this injury upon him. The katana blade had pierced through his stomach, just narrowly missing Xing Wenghu. Fatty Wei then coughed up blood. "You can't...You can't take him down like that Brother Xing.." Fatty Wei said as his last words, before collapsing for real on the arena floor. He was now fully unconscious, as the medical team went and retrieved him. He was quickly taken away, but the announcer didnt dare to interrupt the current fight going on. Nakuke Yubiha wielded his katana skillfully in front of him. "Any last words, before I kill you and make you join your friend? What kind of weakling requires friends anyway." He took a dramatic stance, making an edgy monologue nobody cared to hear. "Friends...Comrades..Allies.. All worthless constructs
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
Nakuke concentrated on the depths of his own soul, just like Xing Wenghu. He prepared to unleash his pain, his rage at the world. It was time to unleash the cringy edginess of his soul, and make the world understand his pain! "Kyah...Augh!!!!" Nakuke fought past the burning pain all over his body, and the black qi began to rise from all over himself. It enveloped Nakuke, the sharpness of the edginess was quite great. It began to slash the very ground around him, cutting it on his pure edge and hatred. Xing Wenghu looked down at him, like a parent at a child. "Hmph. You rely on such poor cultivation methods, no wonder you are so weak and cowardly!" It was up to Xing Wenghu to demonstrate, what true honor and morals mean't to a loser like Nakuke! Nakuke came running at him, his aura of edginess so powerful it even began to cut the air itself! "Let's see if you can take my anger. My hatred! You don't know suffering like I do!!!!" Nakuke shouted, as he leaped in the air to strike Xi
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
Xing Wenghu retreated to the group room meanwhile in order to go back to cultivating, waiting for him there was Maria. Who was shocked by the turn of events they had gone through. "Senior Wenghu..." She whispered with an allure in her voice, wanting attention from him. "Maria, we need to focus on cultivating. Time is of the essence." Xing sternly reminded her. Some Jade Beauties wanted to have fun too much, but in here their practice decided if they lived or died tomorrow! Xing Wenghu concentrated on gathering as much as he could of his original past life's qi within his Dan Tian. He felt a large power swell within him. "If I use this to cultivate, I can harness some of my original power without pushing myself too hard." He hid it from those around him, but the fight with Nakuke the edgy idiot had strained a few parts of his body. He could not allow anyone at the time to see him as vulnerable or weakened. Cultivators would sing praises about you one day, and then scoff and stab y
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,