Impeccable Timing

[Ding]

[Low-Level Martial Disciple-: 300 Exp]

[Experience Points-: 12,190/12,500]

Nice...

Seeing the system's words, Blade couldn't help but reveal a smile.

"H...He is a monster!"

"Madman, a Demon!!"

While Blade smiled due to the system prompt, others thought of something different.

After all, at this moment, he had beaten the corpse of Khan so badly that blood had splattered all over his body. With his smile to top it off, Blade seemed to be the incarnation of a Demon in their eyes.

'Hmm, the current Blade... Blood splattered all over his face, and with a smile on it, fufu, he looks soo hot!' Andra thought. A blush appeared on her face as Jin and Aurel didn't know what to say.

On the one hand, this was Jin's disciple, so he could order him to stop but, on the other hand, he didn't know if this was a habit of Blade, and if he told him to stop, it'll anger him.

Anger a possible Holy Child?... Who had the gall?! Not me!..

'Plus, the look on his face, it is rather obvious that this is something they're very well accustomed to and also seems to be something they both enjoy. Although I shouldn't say this about my disciple or my disciple's lover... they are both incredibly sick in the head..!'

Looking at the red hue over Andra's cheeks, Jin couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.

'Not only are they sick enough to love each other in 'that' way but, they even find pleasure in the suffering of others... Truly Demons. Sigh! It's a pity that these are the people who have all the talent in this world. The heavens truly are unfair.'

Aurel sighed deeply when thinking about this. Whatever the case, she didn't intend to change anything. The Limitless Sky Sect was neutral, so once someone or thing didn't threaten the world in a way that'll harm them, not many in the Limitless Sky Sect cared if one was good or evil.

"Amazing!"

"How old is he... yet he is already a Martial Master."

Some spectators couldn't help but exclaim in shock, surprise, and most of all, utter awe, even after seeing his crazed brutality on a corpse.

One only cared about talent. In a world where strength alone mattered, inside the Limitless Sky Sect, talent was the only good. If one had talent, they were the righteous person whilst, if one was talentless, they were evil.

To become the Leader of a supreme power in this world, one must have strength, and to gain strength, one would need to create hills of corpses yet...

No one in this world would go up to an Emperor or a Sect Master of the supreme Sects and say they'll kill them in the name of justice... haha, that would simply be courting death. And after they die, others would call them fools.

This ability was called power. And those like Blade who had the immense talent to become a Martial Master at such a young age, had the potential to reach this level of power which, would of course, only strengthen Limitless Sky World's status in this world..!

Wasn't it better to lick the boots of someone like this? When he fully matures, wouldn't they receive some benefits too?

...

In the battle platform, Blade had finally calmed his nerves. The anger of finishing his opponent too fast was replaced by euphoria when seeing the system's notification.

Even though nothing much changed, his brain had already made it so that, once he hears that ding out of nowhere, it understands that he did something worthy of a reward, releasing dopamine.

It was only a pity that Khan was under his foot when his emotions fluctuated soo much in such a little amount of time.

Hmm...

'Ahh! Now I have a couple of thousand Spirit Stones too. They say one can use it to quicken one's cultivation speed. They couldn't have something useless as the currency so this was why they had something like Spirit Stones.'

'I can now easily buy that weapon and still have a few hundred to spend on anything else. Maybe I'll buy a Battle Art, after all, I can't simply use my Master's Battle Art all the time. Even now, I've not mastered the first move...'

'Well, the main reason is, I've now earned the right to learn Battle Arts and use them without harming my body, so once I practice the Battle Art, with my talent, I should be able to master the first level.'

Sigh!

'It's just that, there isn't anyone to use to practice with it-!'

Humph!

Suddenly, a cold snort resounded inside the Battle Arena. Immediately, a silhouette landed on the Battle Platform, the Elder nearby couldn't help but smile. This figure had short black hair and a pair of dark eyes as he stared at Blade's hooded figure with utter coldness in his eyes...

"Senior Brother Dick!"

"I can't believe it... Isn't he in the top 100 of Outer Sect disciples..?!"

"I heard he had entered the Martial Master realm when he was thirty. Now, he's fifty-five, I can't even begin to comprehend his power and mastery over Battle Arts..!"

Upon seeing the dark-haired boy, many of the spectators from the Outer Sect were left shocked as the current sequence of events continued to surprise them.

If previously they wanted some type of compensation for wasting their time to watch a madman die, now they even felt like they needed to pay slightly extra to the Elders in charge of overseeing Battle Arena.

"I've had enough of you. First, you embarrass a man's pride and now you embarrass him even after he's died. You're overdoing it little brat. You lack the respect one should have for the Sect and its disciples!"

Cough! Cough! Pffthahaha...!

"Haha... I tried." Blade said with a smile on his face, "I tried to not laugh but oh my. It seems your parents truly didn't like you. Are you a mistake? Did the condom burst and you appear..? Why would they name you like that..?!"

Thrum!

When hearing this, the whole arena went silent.

What was berating and embarrassing someone...? This was what is meant by embarrassing someone to one's core. Some Outer disciples tried their best to hold back their laughter but, it couldn't be helped.

Tch..!

At this moment, Dick clenched his teeth soo hard it would have cracked if he wasn't a cultivator as veins appeared all over his body. Blood gushed to his head as a light hue of red appeared on his cheek as the laughter echoed in his mind.

"YOU!!..." Dick asked, "Do you dare accept my challenge!?" His words silenced the crowd. It was lowering oneself...

An experienced Outer disciple like his truly shouldn't do such a thing as challenge a new disciple. Not only was he fairly famous but, he was also in the top 100 Outer disciples. It wasn't like with Khan who was a mere Martial Disciple.

"Hmm... As much as I would love to exchange moves with my Senior, there isn't anything that makes me want to fight to the death with Senior." Blade replied. The agitated Dick couldn't help but blurt out while throwing his space ring toward the Elder... "If you're to win, everything inside there is yours."

Thrum!

As these words entered his ears, Blade's brows rose. What was inside the space ring, he didn't know but, as a member of the top 100 Outer disciples, surely it was many times better than what Khan had offered.

Bam!

Khan's headless corpse was powerfully kicked out of the arena. His actions angered Dick even more as even though Dick's righteousness was commendable, Blade only find Dick stupid.

"I hope Senior Brother Dick can open my eyes." Blade cupped his fist and slightly bowed his head.

Besides the reward for winning, wasn't this impeccable timing?

'I was just thinking of fighting someone around my strength, to quickly master the first level of the eight gods something... But, now with this Dick in my face... cough! That sounded wrong, anyway, with this fellow, I'll easily be able to gain some insight and initial mastery over the first level while also making it obvious who the truest genius of this sect is... 17-year-old Martial Master, hehe, with this, no one should be looking to make trouble for me... right?'

"But, Senior Brother, do be careful..." Blade said while a staff appeared already gripped between his right palm, "It'll be an especially dick move if you were to die before I could even feel my blood warm... wouldn't it?!"

Thrum!

As he said this, a sword appeared in Dick's hand. He rushed toward Blade with anger practically taking physical representation and spewing from his eyes.

Wasn't Blade slapping him in his face with every sentence...? No, it wasn't mere slaps. It was like Blade took up a broom and swiped at his face continuously without any intention of stopping. Dick couldn't handle this.

The people of the cultivation world constantly lived on the edge between life and death. They were much more aggressive and their patience was lower, especially the weaker cultivators. The old monsters who lived long lives would be patient, but not them.

So with Blade's words, Dick's mind snapped..!