Drog's First Fight In The Outer Sect Competition!

The elder turned his head to the brown-haired disciple. "Show me your token."

The brown-haired disciple turned his head to the elder and nodded it. "Alright," he said and pulled out a token with a number 52 written on it. He extended it towards the elder.

The elder nodded his head. "You can hide it," he said and the brown-haired disciple hid it.

"It's going to begin," the first of the many arena surrounding disciples said.

"Yeah," the second of the many arena surrounding disciples said.

"I can't wait," the third of the many arena surrounding disciples said.

The other arena surrounding disciples nodded their heads in agreement.

The brown-haired disciple turned his head to Drog and smiled. "How have you been?"

"They know each other," the third of the many arena surrounding disciples said.

"I guess so," the fifth of the many arena surrounding disciples said and the other arena surrounding disciples nodded their heads in agreement.

Drog smiled. "Like always, everything is fine."

"Hmm," the brown-haired youth said as he nodded his head.

"When will they begin?" the first of the many arena surrounding disciples said.

"That's enough talking you two," the elder said as he turned his head from Drog to the brown-haired disciple and back to Drog again.

Drog glanced at the elder while the brown-haired disciple turned his head to the elder and bowed his head. "My apologies, elder."

"Get ready you two," the elder said.

The brown-haired disciple nodded his head and turned it towards Drog.

"Finally!" the first of the many arena surrounding disciples said.

"Yeah," the other arena surrounding disciples said one after another.

"Let's have a fair fight," the brown-haired disciple said.

Drog focused on the brown-haired disciple and sensed that he had a cultivation of a rank six martial mortal. "I will be sure to hold back," he said.

All the arena surrounding disciples widened their eyes, and the brown-haired disciple furrowed his eyebrows. They all looked at Drog.

"He is a rank 6 martial mortal," the second of the many arena surrounding disciples said. "Is his opponent a rank 4 martial mortal or lower?"

"Let me check," the fourth of the many arena surrounding disciples said. But before he even got a chance, the brown-haired disciple opened his mouth and said, "Our cultivation bases are the same. If you hold anything back, you will lose. Come at me with your full strength!"

All the arena surrounding disciples gasped.

"Enough," the elder said. "Begin now!"

"I am coming!" the brown-haired disciple shouted out and ran at Drog.

"It's finally beginning," the fifth of the many arena surrounding disciples said.

"Go! Show us a good fight!" the second of the many arena surrounding disciples said.

"As you wish," Drog said, but he was not replying to the disciple that spectated his and his opponent's fight. He was replying to his opponent.

Drog infused his spatial Qi into his feet as he used his movement technique – white tiger god's divine movement.

"He vanished!" the seventh of the many arena surrounding disciples said.

"Yeah!" the fourth of the many arena surrounding disciples said.

The brown-haired disciple stopped and began turning his head to both the left and the right as he searched for Drog. But then, Drog appeared behind him.

"Watch out!" the first of the many arena surrounding disciples shouted out, but it was too late, Drog had already punched without holding anything back. His punch collided with the brown-haired disciple's back and the brown-haired disciple instantly died without letting out even a single sound. But even though he died, Drog's punch didn't stop. His punch penetrated the brown-haired disciple's skin, broke through his spine, carved through his flesh and went out of his belly.

The elder's and all the arena surrounding disciples' eyes widened. They all stared at Drog's bloody fist that was sticking out of the brown-haired disciple's stomach.

Drog pulled out his arm and the brown-haired disciple's body fell down onto the ground. He looked down at the brown-haired youth's corpse. "You shouldn't have asked me not to hold back."

"You killed a fellow disciple," the elder mumbled.

"He killed him," all the arena surrounding disciples mumbled one after another.

Drog turned his head towards the elder. "He wanted this."

The elder frowned. "He wanted this? he mumbled and then said, "You have killed your fellow disciple. You are disqualified from the outer sect disciple tournament and I am taking you to the elder's peak where your fate will be decided."

All the arena surrounding disciples looked at the brown-haired disciple's corpse and did not say a single word.

Drog frowned. From his pendant, he pulled out a transmission jade that Feng Yi gave him with his clean hand and threw it over to the elder.

All the arena surrounding disciples moved their eyes away from the brown-haired disciple's corpse to the transmission jade that flew through the air and was caught by the elder.

"Use it," Drog said.

The elder frowned and looked down at the transmission jade. A few seconds passed and Feng Yi's voice sounded from the transmission jade. "What is it, Drog?"

"Who is this?" the elder said.

"You are talking to the guest elder – elder Feng," Drog said.

All the arena surrounding disciple widened their eyes and opened their mouths.

"Did he say Feng," the third of the many arena surrounding disciples said.

"I heard it too," the fourth of the many arena surrounding disciple said.

"Me too," the other arena surrounding disciples said one after another.

"Now then, elder," Drog said. "Are you still going to disqualify me from this tournament and make me go to the elder peak as you said to make me face my fate?"

The elder gulped down his saliva. "What is your connection to the guest elder?"

"He is my disciple," Feng Yi said.

All the arena surrounding disciples gulped down their saliva.

The elder closed his eyes.

"What will it be elder," Drog said.

"Make a move against my disciple and it will not end well for both you and this sect," Feng Yi said.

The elder opened his eyes. "I understand."

"Good," Feng Yi said. "Do you need anything else, Drog?"

"Yes," Drog said. "Prepare for me as much Yi grasses and Tchi herbs as you can."

"Anything else?"

"No."

"Then, I am going now."

The elder walked up to Drog and extended him the transmission jade.

Drog took the transmission jade with his clean hand and stored it inside of his pendant.

"Disciple with the token numbered 431, you have won and you move on to the second round." The elder said.

All the arena surrounding disciples gulped down their saliva once more.