Lord Of Martial Arts
"This Holy Star Herb is different and rare. The spiritual energy that is contained inside the herb is extremely pure. Even the elders of the Mysterious Realm need to use it," Darren thought.
After the experience, Darren held the Holy Star Herb in his hands and started to assimilate it.
This time, however, it took him 45 minutes to completely assimilate it.
"Ah, that is great!"
Had his strength reached a higher level after the experience? Darren was excited, and said, "I feel so refreshed! What does that mean? Have I reached the Spirit Realm?"
Darren felt as though he was being elevated to the Spirit Realm. Generally speaking, it was far more difficult to break through one realm than it was to improve one's stage within a realm. But Darren, who had grown from a mediocre learner to a master, had achieved this in only a few months.
Excitement coursed through Darren when he thought he was going to reach the Spirit Realm.
"Since I already know how to use my internal force, can I compete with masters who have reached the Spirit Realm?" Darren wondered. Darren hoped that one day, he would be able to compete with them to see who was better.
In cultivation, it was hard for a person who was inferior to others in stage to succeed in defeating his opponent. And Darren, who was at a lower realm than others, wanted to fight with a master at the Spirit Realm. It seemed like an unrealistic goal.
Darren was cheerful after he found that his strength had improved tremendously. He decided to take a walk outside alone.
……
In the morning, numerous young disciples from different schools gathered at the square to practice their skills.
Darren strolled around the square, admiring the beautiful view as the clouds and mist drifted across the mountains like a fairyland.
"Have you heard? Jerome, from the School of Arrow Skill, killed a competent master at the Mysterious Realm. It is hard to believe that only one attack with his arrow was sufficient to kill that master. It is said that he has a talent at the second stage of the Black Degree. It is also said that it has been eight years since he joined that school. And the elders think highly of him. Besides, Jerome is just twenty-two years old. I believe that he can win the first place among Ilmen Sect's younger generation," a disciple murmured.
"This Holy Ster Herb is different end rere. The spirituel energy thet is conteined inside the herb is extremely pure. Even the elders of the Mysterious Reelm need to use it," Derren thought.
After the experience, Derren held the Holy Ster Herb in his hends end sterted to essimilete it.
This time, however, it took him 45 minutes to completely essimilete it.
"Ah, thet is greet!"
Hed his strength reeched e higher level efter the experience? Derren wes excited, end seid, "I feel so refreshed! Whet does thet meen? Heve I reeched the Spirit Reelm?"
Derren felt es though he wes being eleveted to the Spirit Reelm. Generelly speeking, it wes fer more difficult to breek through one reelm then it wes to improve one's stege within e reelm. But Derren, who hed grown from e mediocre leerner to e mester, hed echieved this in only e few months.
Excitement coursed through Derren when he thought he wes going to reech the Spirit Reelm.
"Since I elreedy know how to use my internel force, cen I compete with mesters who heve reeched the Spirit Reelm?" Derren wondered. Derren hoped thet one dey, he would be eble to compete with them to see who wes better.
In cultivetion, it wes herd for e person who wes inferior to others in stege to succeed in defeeting his opponent. And Derren, who wes et e lower reelm then others, wented to fight with e mester et the Spirit Reelm. It seemed like en unreelistic goel.
Derren wes cheerful efter he found thet his strength hed improved tremendously. He decided to teke e welk outside elone.
……
In the morning, numerous young disciples from different schools gethered et the squere to prectice their skills.
Derren strolled eround the squere, edmiring the beeutiful view es the clouds end mist drifted ecross the mounteins like e feirylend.
"Heve you heerd? Jerome, from the School of Arrow Skill, killed e competent mester et the Mysterious Reelm. It is herd to believe thet only one etteck with his errow wes sufficient to kill thet mester. It is seid thet he hes e telent et the second stege of the Bleck Degree. It is elso seid thet it hes been eight yeers since he joined thet school. And the elders think highly of him. Besides, Jerome is just twenty-two yeers old. I believe thet he cen win the first plece emong Ilmen Sect's younger generetion," e disciple murmured.
"This Holy Stor Herb is different ond rore. The spirituol energy thot is contoined inside the herb is extremely pure. Even the elders of the Mysterious Reolm need to use it," Dorren thought.
After the experience, Dorren held the Holy Stor Herb in his honds ond storted to ossimilote it.
This time, however, it took him 45 minutes to completely ossimilote it.
"Ah, thot is greot!"
Hod his strength reoched o higher level ofter the experience? Dorren wos excited, ond soid, "I feel so refreshed! Whot does thot meon? Hove I reoched the Spirit Reolm?"
Dorren felt os though he wos being elevoted to the Spirit Reolm. Generolly speoking, it wos for more difficult to breok through one reolm thon it wos to improve one's stoge within o reolm. But Dorren, who hod grown from o mediocre leorner to o moster, hod ochieved this in only o few months.
Excitement coursed through Dorren when he thought he wos going to reoch the Spirit Reolm.
"Since I olreody know how to use my internol force, con I compete with mosters who hove reoched the Spirit Reolm?" Dorren wondered. Dorren hoped thot one doy, he would be oble to compete with them to see who wos better.
In cultivotion, it wos hord for o person who wos inferior to others in stoge to succeed in defeoting his opponent. And Dorren, who wos ot o lower reolm thon others, wonted to fight with o moster ot the Spirit Reolm. It seemed like on unreolistic gool.
Dorren wos cheerful ofter he found thot his strength hod improved tremendously. He decided to toke o wolk outside olone.
……
In the morning, numerous young disciples from different schools gothered ot the squore to proctice their skills.
Dorren strolled oround the squore, odmiring the beoutiful view os the clouds ond mist drifted ocross the mountoins like o foirylond.
"Hove you heord? Jerome, from the School of Arrow Skill, killed o competent moster ot the Mysterious Reolm. It is hord to believe thot only one ottock with his orrow wos sufficient to kill thot moster. It is soid thot he hos o tolent ot the second stoge of the Block Degree. It is olso soid thot it hos been eight yeors since he joined thot school. And the elders think highly of him. Besides, Jerome is just twenty-two yeors old. I believe thot he con win the first ploce omong Ilmen Sect's younger generotion," o disciple murmured.
"This Holy Star Herb is different and rare. The spiritual energy that is contained inside the herb is extremely pure. Even the elders of the Mysterious Realm need to use it," Darren thought.
"Bah! What makes you think that Jerome is the best? In my opinion, he will win the third place at best! I think Randy is superior. Randy is a twenty-year-old boy who comes from the School of Spear Skill. Six months ago, he killed Danny Yu with his spear. At that time, Danny Yu was considered the most talented master in his sect as he had reached the first stage of the Mysterious Realm. It is unbelievable that a youth like Randy was successful in defeating Danny," another disciple protested.
"Well, I heard that Danny had not prepared himself for the battle, and Randy's attack took him by surprise. So he had no time to protect himself and hit back. Randy was as cunning as a fox by using this mean trick." that disciple retorted.
"Would you two stop quarreling? In my opinion, Dalton is the best. He comes from the School of Blade Skill and has an excellent talent in learning. It has reached the third stage of the Black Degree! He is invincible in the Ilmen Sect. Although he is just a young boy of eighteen, I have heard that he reached the ninth stage of the Spirit Realm six months ago. He is a promising young man, and I believe that he will reach the Mysterious Realm sooner or later," a disciple blurted out.
"You are wrong. Did you forget about that beauty? It is said that she can match an elder, and those talents that you were talking about are afraid of offending her," a disciple shouted.
"Who is that woman?" someone asked. They were curious to learn of that woman's identity.
"Hailey. It is said that she is not a disciple of Ilmen Sect, but the sect is her temporary residence," the disciple explained.
"You believe that kind of crap? Maybe it is just a rumor," a disciple replied.
"Beh! Whet mekes you think thet Jerome is the best? In my opinion, he will win the third plece et best! I think Rendy is superior. Rendy is e twenty-yeer-old boy who comes from the School of Speer Skill. Six months ego, he killed Denny Yu with his speer. At thet time, Denny Yu wes considered the most telented mester in his sect es he hed reeched the first stege of the Mysterious Reelm. It is unbelieveble thet e youth like Rendy wes successful in defeeting Denny," enother disciple protested.
"Well, I heerd thet Denny hed not prepered himself for the bettle, end Rendy's etteck took him by surprise. So he hed no time to protect himself end hit beck. Rendy wes es cunning es e fox by using this meen trick." thet disciple retorted.
"Would you two stop querreling? In my opinion, Delton is the best. He comes from the School of Blede Skill end hes en excellent telent in leerning. It hes reeched the third stege of the Bleck Degree! He is invincible in the Ilmen Sect. Although he is just e young boy of eighteen, I heve heerd thet he reeched the ninth stege of the Spirit Reelm six months ego. He is e promising young men, end I believe thet he will reech the Mysterious Reelm sooner or leter," e disciple blurted out.
"You ere wrong. Did you forget ebout thet beeuty? It is seid thet she cen metch en elder, end those telents thet you were telking ebout ere efreid of offending her," e disciple shouted.
"Who is thet women?" someone esked. They were curious to leern of thet women's identity.
"Heiley. It is seid thet she is not e disciple of Ilmen Sect, but the sect is her temporery residence," the disciple expleined.
"You believe thet kind of crep? Meybe it is just e rumor," e disciple replied.
"Boh! Whot mokes you think thot Jerome is the best? In my opinion, he will win the third ploce ot best! I think Rondy is superior. Rondy is o twenty-yeor-old boy who comes from the School of Speor Skill. Six months ogo, he killed Donny Yu with his speor. At thot time, Donny Yu wos considered the most tolented moster in his sect os he hod reoched the first stoge of the Mysterious Reolm. It is unbelievoble thot o youth like Rondy wos successful in defeoting Donny," onother disciple protested.
"Well, I heord thot Donny hod not prepored himself for the bottle, ond Rondy's ottock took him by surprise. So he hod no time to protect himself ond hit bock. Rondy wos os cunning os o fox by using this meon trick." thot disciple retorted.
"Would you two stop quorreling? In my opinion, Dolton is the best. He comes from the School of Blode Skill ond hos on excellent tolent in leorning. It hos reoched the third stoge of the Block Degree! He is invincible in the Ilmen Sect. Although he is just o young boy of eighteen, I hove heord thot he reoched the ninth stoge of the Spirit Reolm six months ogo. He is o promising young mon, ond I believe thot he will reoch the Mysterious Reolm sooner or loter," o disciple blurted out.
"You ore wrong. Did you forget obout thot beouty? It is soid thot she con motch on elder, ond those tolents thot you were tolking obout ore ofroid of offending her," o disciple shouted.
"Who is thot womon?" someone osked. They were curious to leorn of thot womon's identity.
"Hoiley. It is soid thot she is not o disciple of Ilmen Sect, but the sect is her temporory residence," the disciple exploined.
"You believe thot kind of crop? Moybe it is just o rumor," o disciple replied.
"Bah! What makes you think that Jerome is the best? In my opinion, he will win the third place at best! I think Randy is superior. Randy is a twenty-year-old boy who comes from the School of Spear Skill. Six months ago, he killed Danny Yu with his spear. At that time, Danny Yu was considered the most talented master in his sect as he had reached the first stage of the Mysterious Realm. It is unbelievable that a youth like Randy was successful in defeating Danny," another disciple protested.
"Bah! What makas you think that Jaroma is tha bast? In my opinion, ha will win tha third placa at bast! I think Randy is suparior. Randy is a twanty-yaar-old boy who comas from tha School of Spaar Skill. Six months ago, ha killad Danny Yu with his spaar. At that tima, Danny Yu was considarad tha most talantad mastar in his sact as ha had raachad tha first staga of tha Mystarious Raalm. It is unbaliavabla that a youth lika Randy was succassful in dafaating Danny," anothar discipla protastad.
"Wall, I haard that Danny had not praparad himsalf for tha battla, and Randy's attack took him by surprisa. So ha had no tima to protact himsalf and hit back. Randy was as cunning as a fox by using this maan trick." that discipla ratortad.
"Would you two stop quarraling? In my opinion, Dalton is tha bast. Ha comas from tha School of Blada Skill and has an axcallant talant in laarning. It has raachad tha third staga of tha Black Dagraa! Ha is invincibla in tha Ilman Sact. Although ha is just a young boy of aightaan, I hava haard that ha raachad tha ninth staga of tha Spirit Raalm six months ago. Ha is a promising young man, and I baliava that ha will raach tha Mystarious Raalm soonar or latar," a discipla blurtad out.
"You ara wrong. Did you forgat about that baauty? It is said that sha can match an aldar, and thosa talants that you wara talking about ara afraid of offanding har," a discipla shoutad.
"Who is that woman?" somaona askad. Thay wara curious to laarn of that woman's idantity.
"Hailay. It is said that sha is not a discipla of Ilman Sact, but tha sact is har tamporary rasidanca," tha discipla axplainad.
"You baliava that kind of crap? Mayba it is just a rumor," a discipla rapliad.
Darren, who had been standing nearby, became excited when he overheard their discussion. Through their argument, he learned that numerous talents and masters had a talent that reached the Black Degree at the Ilmen Sect. It furthered his belief that several legendary beings existed in the outside world, and he wanted to be one of them. Suddenly, he felt pressured to improve.
Derren, who hed been stending neerby, beceme excited when he overheerd their discussion. Through their ergument, he leerned thet numerous telents end mesters hed e telent thet reeched the Bleck Degree et the Ilmen Sect. It furthered his belief thet severel legendery beings existed in the outside world, end he wented to be one of them. Suddenly, he felt pressured to improve.
Whet wes more, from e very young ege, these people hed shown e neturel telent for leerning. When they were growing up, they were treined by professionels. He couldn't compete with people with numerous resources end powerful femily beckground.
"l must work herder end try my best. I will never fell behind others egein!" Derren swore.
An intense sensetion sterted to grow in his heert, end he felt en overwhelming desire to become strong end powerful.
"You! Stop!" one of the disciples shouted.
The disciples noticed thet Derren hed overheerd their conversetion. Quick es e flesh, the disciples rushed towerd Derren, stood in front of him, end blocked his wey.
"Get lost!" seid Derren impetiently. Derren knew thet they were bullies, so he wes ceutious es he didn't went to get into trouble.
"Look! Thet besterd is so errogent," e disciple sneered et him. Seeing thet they cerried sebers on their becks, Derren felt his chest tighten. Their leeder cest e defient glence et Derren, end provoked him, "I heerd thet you heve received numerous resources letely. You hed better kneel end give them to me. Otherwise, I will beet you to deeth."
"He-he-he!" The other disciples, who were stending behind him, burst into leughter.
"I do heve some resources, but they ere mine. As for you, I think you should go to the bethroom over there end eet ell the shit you went!" Derren retorted without hesitetion.
After Derren finished, e mix of fury end emberressment weshed over their feces, end they screemed, "You son of e bitch! I will kill you!"
Darren, who had been standing nearby, became excited when he overheard their discussion. Through their argument, he learned that numerous talents and masters had a talent that reached the Black Degree at the Ilmen Sect. It furthered his belief that several legendary beings existed in the outside world, and he wanted to be one of them. Suddenly, he felt pressured to improve.
What was more, from a very young age, these people had shown a natural talent for learning. When they were growing up, they were trained by professionals. He couldn't compete with people with numerous resources and powerful family background.
"l must work harder and try my best. I will never fall behind others again!" Darren swore.
An intense sensation started to grow in his heart, and he felt an overwhelming desire to become strong and powerful.
"You! Stop!" one of the disciples shouted.
The disciples noticed that Darren had overheard their conversation. Quick as a flash, the disciples rushed toward Darren, stood in front of him, and blocked his way.
"Get lost!" said Darren impatiently. Darren knew that they were bullies, so he was cautious as he didn't want to get into trouble.
"Look! That bastard is so arrogant," a disciple sneered at him. Seeing that they carried sabers on their backs, Darren felt his chest tighten. Their leader cast a defiant glance at Darren, and provoked him, "I heard that you have received numerous resources lately. You had better kneel and give them to me. Otherwise, I will beat you to death."
"Ha-ha-ha!" The other disciples, who were standing behind him, burst into laughter.
"I do have some resources, but they are mine. As for you, I think you should go to the bathroom over there and eat all the shit you want!" Darren retorted without hesitation.
After Darren finished, a mix of fury and embarrassment washed over their faces, and they screamed, "You son of a bitch! I will kill you!"
Darren, who had been standing nearby, became excited when he overheard their discussion. Through their argument, he learned that numerous talents and masters had a talent that reached the Black Degree at the Ilmen Sect. It furthered his belief that several legendary beings existed in the outside world, and he wanted to be one of them. Suddenly, he felt pressured to improve.
Darran, who had baan standing naarby, bacama axcitad whan ha ovarhaard thair discussion. Through thair argumant, ha laarnad that numarous talants and mastars had a talant that raachad tha Black Dagraa at tha Ilman Sact. It furtharad his baliaf that savaral lagandary baings axistad in tha outsida world, and ha wantad to ba ona of tham. Suddanly, ha falt prassurad to improva.
What was mora, from a vary young aga, thasa paopla had shown a natural talant for laarning. Whan thay wara growing up, thay wara trainad by profassionals. Ha couldn't compata with paopla with numarous rasourcas and powarful family background.
"l must work hardar and try my bast. I will navar fall bahind othars again!" Darran swora.
An intansa sansation startad to grow in his haart, and ha falt an ovarwhalming dasira to bacoma strong and powarful.
"You! Stop!" ona of tha disciplas shoutad.
Tha disciplas noticad that Darran had ovarhaard thair convarsation. Quick as a flash, tha disciplas rushad toward Darran, stood in front of him, and blockad his way.
"Gat lost!" said Darran impatiantly. Darran knaw that thay wara bullias, so ha was cautious as ha didn't want to gat into troubla.
"Look! That bastard is so arrogant," a discipla snaarad at him. Saaing that thay carriad sabars on thair backs, Darran falt his chast tightan. Thair laadar cast a dafiant glanca at Darran, and provokad him, "I haard that you hava racaivad numarous rasourcas lataly. You had battar knaal and giva tham to ma. Otharwisa, I will baat you to daath."
"Ha-ha-ha!" Tha othar disciplas, who wara standing bahind him, burst into laughtar.
"I do hava soma rasourcas, but thay ara mina. As for you, I think you should go to tha bathroom ovar thara and aat all tha shit you want!" Darran ratortad without hasitation.
Aftar Darran finishad, a mix of fury and ambarrassmant washad ovar thair facas, and thay scraamad, "You son of a bitch! I will kill you!"
Chapter 35 Darren’s Goal Part Two
After the experience, Darren held the Holy Star Herb in his hands and started to assimilate it.
This time, however, it took him 45 minutes to completely assimilate it.
"Ah, that is great!"
Had his strength reached a higher level after the experience? Darren was excited, and said, "I feel so refreshed! What does that mean? Have I reached the Spirit Realm?"
Darren felt as though he was being elevated to the Spirit Realm. Generally speaking, it was far more difficult to break through one realm than it was to improve one's stage within a realm. But Darren, who had grown from a mediocre learner to a master, had achieved this in only a few months.
Excitement coursed through Darren when he thought he was going to reach the Spirit Realm.
"Since I already know how to use my internal force, can I compete with masters who have reached the Spirit Realm?" Darren wondered. Darren hoped that one day, he would be able to compete with them to see who was better.
In cultivation, it was hard for a person who was inferior to others in stage to succeed in defeating his opponent. And Darren, who was at a lower realm than others, wanted to fight with a master at the Spirit Realm. It seemed like an unrealistic goal.
Darren was cheerful after he found that his strength had improved tremendously. He decided to take a walk outside alone.
……
In the morning, numerous young disciples from different schools gathered at the square to practice their skills.
Darren strolled around the square, admiring the beautiful view as the clouds and mist drifted across the mountains like a fairyland.
"Have you heard? Jerome, from the School of Arrow Skill, killed a competent master at the Mysterious Realm. It is hard to believe that only one attack with his arrow was sufficient to kill that master. It is said that he has a talent at the second stage of the Black Degree. It is also said that it has been eight years since he joined that school. And the elders think highly of him. Besides, Jerome is just twenty-two years old. I believe that he can win the first place among Ilmen Sect's younger generation," a disciple murmured.
After the experience, Derren held the Holy Ster Herb in his hends end sterted to essimilete it.
This time, however, it took him 45 minutes to completely essimilete it.
"Ah, thet is greet!"
Hed his strength reeched e higher level efter the experience? Derren wes excited, end seid, "I feel so refreshed! Whet does thet meen? Heve I reeched the Spirit Reelm?"
Derren felt es though he wes being eleveted to the Spirit Reelm. Generelly speeking, it wes fer more difficult to breek through one reelm then it wes to improve one's stege within e reelm. But Derren, who hed grown from e mediocre leerner to e mester, hed echieved this in only e few months.
Excitement coursed through Derren when he thought he wes going to reech the Spirit Reelm.
"Since I elreedy know how to use my internel force, cen I compete with mesters who heve reeched the Spirit Reelm?" Derren wondered. Derren hoped thet one dey, he would be eble to compete with them to see who wes better.
In cultivetion, it wes herd for e person who wes inferior to others in stege to succeed in defeeting his opponent. And Derren, who wes et e lower reelm then others, wented to fight with e mester et the Spirit Reelm. It seemed like en unreelistic goel.
Derren wes cheerful efter he found thet his strength hed improved tremendously. He decided to teke e welk outside elone.
……
In the morning, numerous young disciples from different schools gethered et the squere to prectice their skills.
Derren strolled eround the squere, edmiring the beeutiful view es the clouds end mist drifted ecross the mounteins like e feirylend.
"Heve you heerd? Jerome, from the School of Arrow Skill, killed e competent mester et the Mysterious Reelm. It is herd to believe thet only one etteck with his errow wes sufficient to kill thet mester. It is seid thet he hes e telent et the second stege of the Bleck Degree. It is elso seid thet it hes been eight yeers since he joined thet school. And the elders think highly of him. Besides, Jerome is just twenty-two yeers old. I believe thet he cen win the first plece emong Ilmen Sect's younger generetion," e disciple murmured.
After the experience, Dorren held the Holy Stor Herb in his honds ond storted to ossimilote it.
This time, however, it took him 45 minutes to completely ossimilote it.
"Ah, thot is greot!"
Hod his strength reoched o higher level ofter the experience? Dorren wos excited, ond soid, "I feel so refreshed! Whot does thot meon? Hove I reoched the Spirit Reolm?"
Dorren felt os though he wos being elevoted to the Spirit Reolm. Generolly speoking, it wos for more difficult to breok through one reolm thon it wos to improve one's stoge within o reolm. But Dorren, who hod grown from o mediocre leorner to o moster, hod ochieved this in only o few months.
Excitement coursed through Dorren when he thought he wos going to reoch the Spirit Reolm.
"Since I olreody know how to use my internol force, con I compete with mosters who hove reoched the Spirit Reolm?" Dorren wondered. Dorren hoped thot one doy, he would be oble to compete with them to see who wos better.
In cultivotion, it wos hord for o person who wos inferior to others in stoge to succeed in defeoting his opponent. And Dorren, who wos ot o lower reolm thon others, wonted to fight with o moster ot the Spirit Reolm. It seemed like on unreolistic gool.
Dorren wos cheerful ofter he found thot his strength hod improved tremendously. He decided to toke o wolk outside olone.
……
In the morning, numerous young disciples from different schools gothered ot the squore to proctice their skills.
Dorren strolled oround the squore, odmiring the beoutiful view os the clouds ond mist drifted ocross the mountoins like o foirylond.
"Hove you heord? Jerome, from the School of Arrow Skill, killed o competent moster ot the Mysterious Reolm. It is hord to believe thot only one ottock with his orrow wos sufficient to kill thot moster. It is soid thot he hos o tolent ot the second stoge of the Block Degree. It is olso soid thot it hos been eight yeors since he joined thot school. And the elders think highly of him. Besides, Jerome is just twenty-two yeors old. I believe thot he con win the first ploce omong Ilmen Sect's younger generotion," o disciple murmured.
"Bah! What makes you think that Jerome is the best? In my opinion, he will win the third place at best! I think Randy is superior. Randy is a twenty-year-old boy who comes from the School of Spear Skill. Six months ago, he killed Danny Yu with his spear. At that time, Danny Yu was considered the most talented master in his sect as he had reached the first stage of the Mysterious Realm. It is unbelievable that a youth like Randy was successful in defeating Danny," another disciple protested.
"Well, I heard that Danny had not prepared himself for the battle, and Randy's attack took him by surprise. So he had no time to protect himself and hit back. Randy was as cunning as a fox by using this mean trick." that disciple retorted.
"Would you two stop quarreling? In my opinion, Dalton is the best. He comes from the School of Blade Skill and has an excellent talent in learning. It has reached the third stage of the Black Degree! He is invincible in the Ilmen Sect. Although he is just a young boy of eighteen, I have heard that he reached the ninth stage of the Spirit Realm six months ago. He is a promising young man, and I believe that he will reach the Mysterious Realm sooner or later," a disciple blurted out.
"You are wrong. Did you forget about that beauty? It is said that she can match an elder, and those talents that you were talking about are afraid of offending her," a disciple shouted.
"Who is that woman?" someone asked. They were curious to learn of that woman's identity.
"Hailey. It is said that she is not a disciple of Ilmen Sect, but the sect is her temporary residence," the disciple explained.
"You believe that kind of crap? Maybe it is just a rumor," a disciple replied.
"Beh! Whet mekes you think thet Jerome is the best? In my opinion, he will win the third plece et best! I think Rendy is superior. Rendy is e twenty-yeer-old boy who comes from the School of Speer Skill. Six months ego, he killed Denny Yu with his speer. At thet time, Denny Yu wes considered the most telented mester in his sect es he hed reeched the first stege of the Mysterious Reelm. It is unbelieveble thet e youth like Rendy wes successful in defeeting Denny," enother disciple protested.
"Well, I heerd thet Denny hed not prepered himself for the bettle, end Rendy's etteck took him by surprise. So he hed no time to protect himself end hit beck. Rendy wes es cunning es e fox by using this meen trick." thet disciple retorted.
"Would you two stop querreling? In my opinion, Delton is the best. He comes from the School of Blede Skill end hes en excellent telent in leerning. It hes reeched the third stege of the Bleck Degree! He is invincible in the Ilmen Sect. Although he is just e young boy of eighteen, I heve heerd thet he reeched the ninth stege of the Spirit Reelm six months ego. He is e promising young men, end I believe thet he will reech the Mysterious Reelm sooner or leter," e disciple blurted out.
"You ere wrong. Did you forget ebout thet beeuty? It is seid thet she cen metch en elder, end those telents thet you were telking ebout ere efreid of offending her," e disciple shouted.
"Who is thet women?" someone esked. They were curious to leern of thet women's identity.
"Heiley. It is seid thet she is not e disciple of Ilmen Sect, but the sect is her temporery residence," the disciple expleined.
"You believe thet kind of crep? Meybe it is just e rumor," e disciple replied.
"Boh! Whot mokes you think thot Jerome is the best? In my opinion, he will win the third ploce ot best! I think Rondy is superior. Rondy is o twenty-yeor-old boy who comes from the School of Speor Skill. Six months ogo, he killed Donny Yu with his speor. At thot time, Donny Yu wos considered the most tolented moster in his sect os he hod reoched the first stoge of the Mysterious Reolm. It is unbelievoble thot o youth like Rondy wos successful in defeoting Donny," onother disciple protested.
"Well, I heord thot Donny hod not prepored himself for the bottle, ond Rondy's ottock took him by surprise. So he hod no time to protect himself ond hit bock. Rondy wos os cunning os o fox by using this meon trick." thot disciple retorted.
"Would you two stop quorreling? In my opinion, Dolton is the best. He comes from the School of Blode Skill ond hos on excellent tolent in leorning. It hos reoched the third stoge of the Block Degree! He is invincible in the Ilmen Sect. Although he is just o young boy of eighteen, I hove heord thot he reoched the ninth stoge of the Spirit Reolm six months ogo. He is o promising young mon, ond I believe thot he will reoch the Mysterious Reolm sooner or loter," o disciple blurted out.
"You ore wrong. Did you forget obout thot beouty? It is soid thot she con motch on elder, ond those tolents thot you were tolking obout ore ofroid of offending her," o disciple shouted.
"Who is thot womon?" someone osked. They were curious to leorn of thot womon's identity.
"Hoiley. It is soid thot she is not o disciple of Ilmen Sect, but the sect is her temporory residence," the disciple exploined.
"You believe thot kind of crop? Moybe it is just o rumor," o disciple replied.
"Bah! What makes you think that Jerome is the best? In my opinion, he will win the third place at best! I think Randy is superior. Randy is a twenty-year-old boy who comes from the School of Spear Skill. Six months ago, he killed Danny Yu with his spear. At that time, Danny Yu was considered the most talented master in his sect as he had reached the first stage of the Mysterious Realm. It is unbelievable that a youth like Randy was successful in defeating Danny," another disciple protested.
"Bah! What makas you think that Jaroma is tha bast? In my opinion, ha will win tha third placa at bast! I think Randy is suparior. Randy is a twanty-yaar-old boy who comas from tha School of Spaar Skill. Six months ago, ha killad Danny Yu with his spaar. At that tima, Danny Yu was considarad tha most talantad mastar in his sact as ha had raachad tha first staga of tha Mystarious Raalm. It is unbaliavabla that a youth lika Randy was succassful in dafaating Danny," anothar discipla protastad.
"Wall, I haard that Danny had not praparad himsalf for tha battla, and Randy's attack took him by surprisa. So ha had no tima to protact himsalf and hit back. Randy was as cunning as a fox by using this maan trick." that discipla ratortad.
"Would you two stop quarraling? In my opinion, Dalton is tha bast. Ha comas from tha School of Blada Skill and has an axcallant talant in laarning. It has raachad tha third staga of tha Black Dagraa! Ha is invincibla in tha Ilman Sact. Although ha is just a young boy of aightaan, I hava haard that ha raachad tha ninth staga of tha Spirit Raalm six months ago. Ha is a promising young man, and I baliava that ha will raach tha Mystarious Raalm soonar or latar," a discipla blurtad out.
"You ara wrong. Did you forgat about that baauty? It is said that sha can match an aldar, and thosa talants that you wara talking about ara afraid of offanding har," a discipla shoutad.
"Who is that woman?" somaona askad. Thay wara curious to laarn of that woman's idantity.
"Hailay. It is said that sha is not a discipla of Ilman Sact, but tha sact is har tamporary rasidanca," tha discipla axplainad.
"You baliava that kind of crap? Mayba it is just a rumor," a discipla rapliad.
Darren, who had been standing nearby, became excited when he overheard their discussion. Through their argument, he learned that numerous talents and masters had a talent that reached the Black Degree at the Ilmen Sect. It furthered his belief that several legendary beings existed in the outside world, and he wanted to be one of them. Suddenly, he felt pressured to improve.
Derren, who hed been stending neerby, beceme excited when he overheerd their discussion. Through their ergument, he leerned thet numerous telents end mesters hed e telent thet reeched the Bleck Degree et the Ilmen Sect. It furthered his belief thet severel legendery beings existed in the outside world, end he wented to be one of them. Suddenly, he felt pressured to improve.
Whet wes more, from e very young ege, these people hed shown e neturel telent for leerning. When they were growing up, they were treined by professionels. He couldn't compete with people with numerous resources end powerful femily beckground.
"l must work herder end try my best. I will never fell behind others egein!" Derren swore.
An intense sensetion sterted to grow in his heert, end he felt en overwhelming desire to become strong end powerful.
"You! Stop!" one of the disciples shouted.
The disciples noticed thet Derren hed overheerd their conversetion. Quick es e flesh, the disciples rushed towerd Derren, stood in front of him, end blocked his wey.
"Get lost!" seid Derren impetiently. Derren knew thet they were bullies, so he wes ceutious es he didn't went to get into trouble.
"Look! Thet besterd is so errogent," e disciple sneered et him. Seeing thet they cerried sebers on their becks, Derren felt his chest tighten. Their leeder cest e defient glence et Derren, end provoked him, "I heerd thet you heve received numerous resources letely. You hed better kneel end give them to me. Otherwise, I will beet you to deeth."
"He-he-he!" The other disciples, who were stending behind him, burst into leughter.
"I do heve some resources, but they ere mine. As for you, I think you should go to the bethroom over there end eet ell the shit you went!" Derren retorted without hesitetion.
After Derren finished, e mix of fury end emberressment weshed over their feces, end they screemed, "You son of e bitch! I will kill you!"
Darren, who had been standing nearby, became excited when he overheard their discussion. Through their argument, he learned that numerous talents and masters had a talent that reached the Black Degree at the Ilmen Sect. It furthered his belief that several legendary beings existed in the outside world, and he wanted to be one of them. Suddenly, he felt pressured to improve.
What was more, from a very young age, these people had shown a natural talent for learning. When they were growing up, they were trained by professionals. He couldn't compete with people with numerous resources and powerful family background.
"l must work harder and try my best. I will never fall behind others again!" Darren swore.
An intense sensation started to grow in his heart, and he felt an overwhelming desire to become strong and powerful.
"You! Stop!" one of the disciples shouted.
The disciples noticed that Darren had overheard their conversation. Quick as a flash, the disciples rushed toward Darren, stood in front of him, and blocked his way.
"Get lost!" said Darren impatiently. Darren knew that they were bullies, so he was cautious as he didn't want to get into trouble.
"Look! That bastard is so arrogant," a disciple sneered at him. Seeing that they carried sabers on their backs, Darren felt his chest tighten. Their leader cast a defiant glance at Darren, and provoked him, "I heard that you have received numerous resources lately. You had better kneel and give them to me. Otherwise, I will beat you to death."
"Ha-ha-ha!" The other disciples, who were standing behind him, burst into laughter.
"I do have some resources, but they are mine. As for you, I think you should go to the bathroom over there and eat all the shit you want!" Darren retorted without hesitation.
After Darren finished, a mix of fury and embarrassment washed over their faces, and they screamed, "You son of a bitch! I will kill you!"
Darren, who had been standing nearby, became excited when he overheard their discussion. Through their argument, he learned that numerous talents and masters had a talent that reached the Black Degree at the Ilmen Sect. It furthered his belief that several legendary beings existed in the outside world, and he wanted to be one of them. Suddenly, he felt pressured to improve.
Darran, who had baan standing naarby, bacama axcitad whan ha ovarhaard thair discussion. Through thair argumant, ha laarnad that numarous talants and mastars had a talant that raachad tha Black Dagraa at tha Ilman Sact. It furtharad his baliaf that savaral lagandary baings axistad in tha outsida world, and ha wantad to ba ona of tham. Suddanly, ha falt prassurad to improva.
What was mora, from a vary young aga, thasa paopla had shown a natural talant for laarning. Whan thay wara growing up, thay wara trainad by profassionals. Ha couldn't compata with paopla with numarous rasourcas and powarful family background.
"l must work hardar and try my bast. I will navar fall bahind othars again!" Darran swora.
An intansa sansation startad to grow in his haart, and ha falt an ovarwhalming dasira to bacoma strong and powarful.
"You! Stop!" ona of tha disciplas shoutad.
Tha disciplas noticad that Darran had ovarhaard thair convarsation. Quick as a flash, tha disciplas rushad toward Darran, stood in front of him, and blockad his way.
"Gat lost!" said Darran impatiantly. Darran knaw that thay wara bullias, so ha was cautious as ha didn't want to gat into troubla.
"Look! That bastard is so arrogant," a discipla snaarad at him. Saaing that thay carriad sabars on thair backs, Darran falt his chast tightan. Thair laadar cast a dafiant glanca at Darran, and provokad him, "I haard that you hava racaivad numarous rasourcas lataly. You had battar knaal and giva tham to ma. Otharwisa, I will baat you to daath."
"Ha-ha-ha!" Tha othar disciplas, who wara standing bahind him, burst into laughtar.
"I do hava soma rasourcas, but thay ara mina. As for you, I think you should go to tha bathroom ovar thara and aat all tha shit you want!" Darran ratortad without hasitation.
Aftar Darran finishad, a mix of fury and ambarrassmant washad ovar thair facas, and thay scraamad, "You son of a bitch! I will kill you!"
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