Laughing maniacally Zhang Yong spoke, "Hand over the badge."
This badge, an oddity among Eternals, within this sect only this wooden badge with the number 1 nameplate held special purpose, for this badge is given only to the future sect leader. However, this badge special, conditions of course came, for any member of the sect can compete for this badge of their own terms and throughout all time the holders of this badge were all destined to become the enemy of all their peers, and although Yufang unknowing the sect, such a thing of course he knew.
Carrying this badge now, meant to rise above all, it meant he would have to trample the whole sect to the ground and recreate it from the beginning.
Without a hint of reason, Yufang acted before someone vastly stronger than himself, laying down in a pile of his own blood, his eyes running bloodshot stared right into the very soul of Zhang Yong, and he spoke in a voice ever so calm it created a sense of fear in the air, "Take it back."
Never giving in, Zhang Yong moves over Yufang not giving in to the mere scare tactics of one below his own, smirking Zhang Yong chuckles, "Ant."
"HAH-AHA-HA-HA-HAHAHAHA-HA," laughter. Yes, here Yufang in a half-dead like state did not choose to bow, nor did he choose to beg, against all courses of action and while in such a dire situation Yufang laughed, "HA-HAH-AH-HA." From his mouth a burst of laughter, a laugh broken, a laugh corrupt, a laugh empty and without soul, a laugh terrifying.
A laugh so utterly terrifying It would twist and turn the insides of all shattering the very soul of all that heard.
A laugh terrifying, yet it went unheard. Here truly it was that Yufang was in no such state where he could do any such thing, his laugh to all around was pitiful and for such a laugh to ring out now to all those around a smile would show on there face as they'd smile wryly at the fool before them, pity.
To Yufang, a man that had once stood above all in the entrance exam, they felt pity. Yes, they felt pity for the young man of unknown history that now could only lay defenseless under the prince of Zhang's foot. Truly it was a situation to be pitied.
Unknown to those around Zhang Yong's smile that was once akin to those around being that of pity had changed, and upon his face, a narcissistic grin began to rise. Crushing upon Yufang's head a foot moves down.
A mortals body is susceptible to all, a cursed body in which none escape from. Pain overcomes all, his skull cracking and crumbling under immense strength of Zhang Yong, Yufang gave in screaming out, "Ahhhhhhhh!" Indifferent to pity, Zhang Yong, with a face twisted and corrupt, stood over Yufang releasing an unceasing lust for blood.
In such a situation only one man paid heed to such erratic behavior. Only one man deeply understood Zhang Yong's undying wish to kill and that man was elder Fan Hao the supervisor for the duel between the princes.
Fan Hao, however, was widely known as being indifferent to such matters between disciples, a man that only cared for himself.
Yet, before such a crowd, if Zhang Yong was to kill Yufang it would surely be seen as the prince giving him no face and ignoring his prestige as an elder.
Muttering to himself, "Killing, one's fellow disciple. It is an act of treachery, the words of the forefather..." Fan Hao a man of indifference acted to protect his honor.
Slowly opening his palms, elder Fan Hao places them together striking a meditative form, his eyes lighting up the air around him cools, and the world slows, reciting the ancient sutra, reversal of moons, devourer of oceans Fan Hao's palms split once more, his palms now enhanced by the power of Budda, Fan Hao's eyes close, clearing his mind, transcending the lowly thoughts of mere humans, opening his eyes Fan Hao only now moves.
Reversal of moons, devourer of oceans, an ancient sutra from an unknown time. To reverse to flow of Qi and to empty the oceans depriving them of power, a sutra to shut off the flow of Qi. Such a sutra, of course, carried great pain and struggle to anyone that used it, and so to perform such a sutra, one must first empty their mind, allowing the words to flow within.
His palm striking for prince Zhang's Dazhui point elder Fan Hao moves out to temporarily shut off the flow of Qi through Zhang Yong's body impeding his movements.
Moving forth elder Fan Hao moves faster than light, and with each step left behind him an ear-shattering screech, as the wind crackles and tears under pressure.
TZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT
Laying against the ground, from a broken and shattered self, two eyes open peeking out and looking upon a figure approaching. Moving faster than light this figure moves, aiming for Zhang Yong's neck, looking out upon this broken and shattered self's face, something changes within Yufang, upon his face the arrival of a smile demonic nay, a smile sadistic rises.
His eyes move, locking onto this moving figure, lightly laughing to himself, Yufang mutters, "To dare harm the grand disciple of I the grand Heavenly Devourer Ant's old friend. I rose devouring those above my own, I lived my whole life traversing the myriad plains, fighting and devouring Gods, and yet here, a mere human dares test me, truly... Your life has been wasted."
Once more muttering, Yufang says, "Fragmented world; A day of darkness." Darkness engulfs all in Yufang's sight, an age-long saying, darkness consumes all, and to be consumed by such darkness, surely it is inevitable. For none shall escape what even the Gods had failed to comprehend. None shall escape where even light falters, becoming darkness itself.
Moving forward, Fan Hao's palms continue to move, coming together before moving apart once more. The closer he moves, the more a strange feeling overcomes him, a feeling of animosity from the surroundings.
A strange and sudden feeling of tiredness begins to overcome Fan Hao, startled he looks to his palms, his vision begins to blur before running black. Shaking lightly side to side, his eyelids close meeting one another, before opening and looking out once more.
His eyes open, although looking, although piercing out, before Fan Hao's sight nothing but darkness. Impaired, Fan Hao felt despair, he a grand elder of the reclusive and divine Eternal sect, felt impaired, not once before had he ever felt such a way. A deep aching feeling in his head and his body trembling Fan Hao despaired in the darkness.
This darkness, however, was not uncomfortable, it was not disturbing, it was not strange, nor was it painful, this darkness it was warm, it moved around him and held him near. The feeling of a mother embracing her child.
Pouring from his eyes, tears fall. Here in the darkness, Fan Hao remembered the days of his past, he remembered all of what he left behind and all he had sacrificed to reach where he was now, he had remembered the days of his childhood when his mother would hold him near, sparing no second away from him.
Frozen solid, Fan Hao's eyes shut. Laying down to rest Fan Hao understood it, his family, his friends, all of what he had left behind, they were no longer, for he a mere human had managed to reach the immense age of 1,149, everything he once had was nothing more than a mere memory of a past gone.
A voice distant, yet ever so near rung out, afar the word, "Fool," was heard. This voice, it held a certain familiarity to him, his eyes opening once more Fan Hao looked out, the world around him was dark no longer and the everso soft caress that could only be given by a mother gone, however before him within his sight an ever so light grin sat upon the face of a young man.
The owner of such a smile, the man that stood before him, it was Yufang. However, this ever so light smile it too faded as the darkness did too, and as this happened once more was that word heard from that voice ever so familiar, "Fool."
Once more the world turns dark. His head falls. Fan Hao, an elder of the grand sect of Eternals that stands at the very peak of the Half-Mountain realm, fell here today, to a mere mortal, however, thereupon his face, was no look of shock, nor was it a look of terror or hatred, upon his aged face sat a bright smile. In his final moments, a man that could turn seas, and devour mountains perished having lived a life fulfilled.
Too all around, all that had just happened went unknown to many, all they knew is that before them a bloodied corpse stands over a dismembered elder's body.
Terror within the stadium. For none had seen what happened, however, they understood, they all understood that this bloodied corpse before them in mere seconds had decapitated an elder of the Half-Mountain stage with a single swing of his arm.
Terrified the crowd flees, they had confirmed it here, this man before them, Yufang he was truly the Illustrious Ancient Demon's disciple, for to kill even an elder with one move and even going as far as to dismember his body, only few could be so ruthless and of these people, the Illustrious Ancient Demon was one of them.
Muttering to himself Yufang spoke, "It seems this world is different from the one of old. This aged man before me was over the age of 1,000 yet he only sat at the mediocre Half-Mountain stage." Thinking to himself, Yufang continued, "Weak... No, he must simply be an outlier, for with my current strength being only that of an eight-year-old, even though I used trickery to kill him. This world... It seems it has truly changed." Smiling demonically Yufang laughed, before screaming, "No! I refuse it, he's an outlier, I cannot act arrogant yet. Surely I cannot act arrogant just yet..."
Yufang having devoured, two thousand Olms. His strength had risen greatly no longer did this fourteen-year-old boy, wield the strength of a bear, for now, he stood tall as his strength infinitely neared the strength of a dragon. Standing tall Yufang, a drake had killed an elder with one move.
Yufang's sense of strength warped. For 8 years olds in this world or any world for any matter that could reach such a magnitude of strength, truly there were not many. Any average 8 year old in any world would never dare hold anywhere near that much strength.
All those around fleeing now within this grand stadium only two remained, a Yufang that looked to the sky sadly missing his kite, and a Zhang Yong that stood frozen with fear.
Although frozen, although terrified, and although his body is unwilling, Zhang Yong speaks out, "How?... You're nothing but an Ant! How can you move in such a state? How can you fight in such a state? How are you even alive in such a state?"
Demonically Yufang smiles, as he replies, "And what's wrong with being an Ant?"
Staring at the face of the inheritor of his old friend and looking upon that sheer expression of terror, it made him laugh, thinking to himself, Yufang sighed, "Truly this world has fallen to see even the inheritors of my brethren fall so low, truly it's saddening."
Standing before Zhang Yong, Yufang's smile arches higher and higher as he speaks, "Although before the eyes of many this one may be nothing but an Ant, although I don't know why you wish to kill me, and although it is true I am indeed nothing... Against all these things relentless I an Ant shall rise and in this end, it will be this Ant standing above all regardless of this."
Walking away in a bloodied mess, Yufang laughs maniacally whilst disappearing from sight.