Chubby swept the crowd with his fierce gaze and demonstrated his strength by striking his chest like a gorilla. Even the elders held their breath as his fierce aura emanated from his body. This was real!
Kasuur was truly in the Core Realm. Not just stage 1, but stage 2!
Not much time had passed since he reached this stage, but the effect of his power was clear nonetheless. Kasuur's body contained two cores made of origin energy. This made him not only physically stronger but also improved the quality of his origin energy.
What chance did Ulam have against Kasuur?
Ulam was well aware of this. But was he wrong to doubt the rumors? He was only twelve years old and in the Core Realm! After coming here and seeing how useless he was, he couldn't hold back his words:
"Isn't the fight going to start?"
In this quiet moment, Mais himself emitted the sound waves. This blind boy saw nothing surprising about Kasuur being in the Core Realm. The fight could begin. After all, wasn't Ulam a Stage 8 Origin Master? There were only four stages in between. Although these four stages were a significant barrier between the Origin Realm and the Core Realm, Kasuur was inexperienced and young. As the more experienced fighter, Ulam still had a chance to win. He also knew many more techniques. Mais thought that Ulam shouldn't try so hard.
'Ah, people here didn't know good techniques, did they? I had forgotten.'
That's right. Ulam had no chance against Kasuur.
"The battle has begun! Kasuur! What are you waiting for?!"
Maria was furious. She started the battle and ordered the fatty.
"Of course, my princess!"
Mais did not like this at all. He knew Kasuur would be immediately won over by her beauty. This had happened before, but things had never taken a dangerous turn before.
The 10 Point Palm couldn't defeat someone at Kasuur's level, but what if it were used against someone higher-leveled? What if Kasuur showed the techniques Mais had taught him and defeated someone of a higher level? It wouldn't always work, but Maria would think it did. Would she put Kasuur forward if someone she loved got hurt?
Mais was not sure of the answer, but he became more convinced about hiding his techniques. The City Lord should not know about them, and Kasuur should not learn too many either.
At that moment, Mais considered giving up on teaching Kasuur the Tao before the Sage Realm.
More importantly, though, he was going to do something about Maria. He had to.
Kasuur stepped forward. That fat belly did not remove the sword from his back. He sent a powerful wave of origin energy directly at Ulam. It wasn't a technique, but rather a powerful, purified energy. No eighth stage Origin Master could withstand it. Ulam certainly didn't have the skills to resist this attack.
His face turned sour. Kasuur was definitely no match for Ulam.
"Ten Point Palm!"
The high-level Origin technique appeared again, but this time it was Kasuur, not Evra, who used it. The energy wave slowed down, but not enough.
Ulam had to fight back against this colorless energy with his body!
At that moment, Mais turned his head to the crowd and smiled.
"No surprise."
FFS!!
FFS!!!
Suddenly, two lights shot forward from the crowd. One appeared in front of Ulam and reflected the wave. The other appeared in front of Kasuur. When the wave hit it, the light shattered like glass.
'Sages!'
And these were no ordinary sages. The person in front of Ulam had thin hair like Ulam's, but it was not long. It covered only his forehead and was not tied. His hair waved in the air because of his sudden appearance, and his sharp gaze focused on the fat boy rather than his opponent. He knew very well how unexpected this was.
Kasuur's power did not belong to the Yellow City!
He realized this at first glance, but there was nothing he could do about it. He could have been a great cultivator entrusted with the Yellow City by the Meng clan. However, he was facing an important official of the kingdom: City Lord Baro!
There he was, standing calmly. His wise demeanor made him look like a true sage, unlike Sufkro Meng. He was clearly younger. Yet, he had strands of white in his brown hair. As did his beard and mustache. He had a serious and unsettling look. Given his talent, people couldn't just take on someone like that.
Only someone from the Meng clan, like Sufkro Meng, would stand up to him.
"Sufkro, you have no honor! You won't even let your son be punished! He's the one who issued the challenge!"
Sufkro chuckled and waved his hand from side to side, not taking his attention away from Baro.
"I'm sorry, Baro, but how could I let the greatest genius in our city injure my son? He clearly doesn't stand a chance against him. You should be happy. You, your daughter, and this fat kid from nowhere are all extraordinary geniuses."
The jealousy behind his words was palpable.
Yes, anyone in Sufkro's position would have felt the same way. His greatest rival was 200 years younger but stronger. Sufkro was only a Stage 8 Sage. Though it seemed like only two stages, it was clearly an insurmountable barrier. Sufkro might not reach the Origin Heart realm in his lifetime. Breaking through each stage was tormenting, and his incompetence had alienated him from the clan.
He would never get past Baro—not even the child. Not even the child. Ulam was more talented than his father, yet he, too, had no hope of reaching the Origin Heart Realm before the age of 100.
'Maybe I should kill him.'
He didn't need a reason. Ulam was just too talented. Maybe he should have killed Kasuur.
No, he couldn't do that. If Kasuur came from a powerful family — and it seemed like he did — he would get himself and his child into trouble. Sufkro cared about his child, even if he didn't care about himself. One day, he might reach the Origin Heart realm and work for a State Master.
"Will you believe me if I tell you that he came from a simple village?" Baro asked.
"Maybe. Such talents appear in the Star Path Tournament every 15 years, and there are only a few of them on the whole planet. Kasuur could be one of them, of course. But even so, would it make any difference if I didn't believe you?"
"It doesn't. Your opinion doesn't matter."
No matter how harshly Baro spoke. Sufkro was old and wise. Such casual remarks wouldn't hurt him.
"What a lovely event."
Mais said to himself. He didn't know or see them, but he could feel their aura. They were strong, and one of them was someone he already knew. The other must be Sufkro, the leader of an offshoot of the Meng Clan.
The two were facing each other in a serious situation.
***
At that time, a drunken man wearing very fine clothes was walking down the street outside in the dark of the evening. He wore a magnificent dragon symbol. His blond hair was disheveled, but it was held back by a hairpin in the shape of a thin stick. He walked down the street, picking on the people around him. His steps overlapped, and he sometimes seemed to fall, but he always stayed upright.
People noticed him, too. They could tell he was drunk. They could also tell that he was important just by the way he was dressed. However, he was drunk, and there was a chance that he would remember nothing of today tomorrow.
This possibility appealed to the thieves. So a beautiful prostitute approached the nobleman. She touched him and kissed him. The nobleman touched her back. In just a few seconds, she felt as if she had lost her virginity again. The man's touch was incredible, but she had to fulfill her duty. Money was more important than instant pleasure. She lured him into a dark alley. By this time, she felt like she was about to have a heart attack from his incredibly fast blows.
"Hey, you dirty drunk!"
She barely forced herself to take a step back before stabbing him in the chest with the dagger in her hand. Then, she quickly threw herself back. Her eyes were filled with passion, but her brain was able to ignore it. Two men appeared beside her. Both were armed and cultivated.
"What a pity."
The drunken nobleman recovered and sighed. He simply pulled out the dagger that had been stabbed in his chest and threw it aside. You can imagine the look on the thieves' faces. Terror? Fear? Remorse? The woman knew they were in trouble when the blood didn't flow from the wound. Even worse, the drunken nobleman looked upset.
"I thought my sexual skills would blow the mind of a common whore. What a pity. It's a shame I was so bad when I was drunk. My brothers will surely scold me."
A scroll appeared in his hand. It was no ordinary scroll. A powerful aura emanated from it. The touch of a powerful person was on the scroll.
"I'd better deliver this message and leave. I'm getting bored."
He turned around and disappeared. The drunken flush had disappeared from his face, and a more unique aura began to emanate from him. His destination was the party hall.
And when he left, he left behind a bloody street.