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,
Meanwhile, in a land far far away.... Xing Wenghu's mother was currently sitting on the couch with that fiendish bastard Sun Yaozu. The two were currently enjoying each others company. Little did Xing Wenghu know, his mother had thrown out all of his possessions and allowed Sun Yaozu to take his room! "Oh Sun Yaozu, I'm so glad that foolish son of mine is finally out of this house!" Miss Wenghu said with great enjoyment. Without her good for nothing soon around, she finally didn't have to wake up and pamper him all the time. "Oh but the pleasure is mine Miss Wenghu. He won't last a day in the Cultivator Battle Royale!" Sun Yaozu boasted. Neither of the two had any faith in Xing Wenghu ever coming back from the Cultivator Battle Royale. It was a pleasure to have him finally doomed to get the consequences of his actions. "In fact Miss Wenghu. As a gift I took the liberty of some special insurance." Miss Wenghu was surprised and caught off guard by this. "Insurance? What do you mea
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
Kim Soohun blasted his favorite anime battle theme in his mind. Singing to himself as he ran to fight against the thugs in [Emergency Defense Mode] "Denenenen. Dennenenenene Denn Den Den Den Dun DuN Dun!!" He shouted, going along with the beat he was hallucinating while trying to fight the thugs. He screamed quite ridiculously, while attempting to slap the thug in the face. "What's this, Emergency Defense mode isn't working!?" Kim Soohun shouted, as the thug easily landed a jab in his face. The force of the jab sent him flying into the wall. "Gah!" He shouted aloud, Kim Soohun loudly collided with the wall. His body left a noticeable imprint inside of it. The force of the impact was so loud upon collision. "No. Impossible, my nanomachine should have made me dodge that!" The thugs surrounded him, laughing at him. "Brother, you don't have a machine in your head. But you will need one after this beating!" Kim Soohun screamed as the thugs prepared the beating of the ass for him once