Host: Long Chen
Age: 13
Cultivation Realm: 8th Spirit Realm (0/18000)
Cultivation Art: Great Dragon Art (Mid-Tier Human): 6/100
Skills: Tai Ji Fists (Mid-Tier Human): 700/1000
He had managed to kill his way towards the 8th Spirit Realm.
Because he spent most of his time hunting, he did not have much time to cultivate, thus his proficiency for his cultivation art was still low.
His Tai Ji Fists were inching closer to 1000 proficiency. By then, the skill will be promoted to the High-Tier Human rank, and the power will then be enhanced to a greater level.
Regardless, his strength was more than ready, to deal with the trouble that he was going to incur.
During the Yearly Combat Gathering, a tradition that has been sustained by the four major clans since a few decades ago.
Their ancestors had created this tradition to allow the younger generation to compete with each other, and also letting each of the clans assess their current status.
The Long clan had dominated the Yearly Combat Gathering ever since his grandfather and father's generation, who had respectively suppressed the entire younger generation during their era.
This was why the Long Clan was recognized as the Number 1 Clan.
Long Chen walked towards the entrance of the city gate, where two soldiers stood guard.
They radiated of a threatening and a faint suppressive aura.
As Long Chen walked past them, their expressions evidently changed, as they turned pale faced, while a shiver run down their spine.
The Long Chen who had emerged from the forest was dyed with the smell of blood, his clothes stained with fresh red blood, his robes slightly tattered, yet were unable to contain Long Chen's aura of bloodthirstiness and ferociousness.
By rule, the soldiers were supposed to record the identity of the people entering the city.
However, they both instinctively gave way to Long Chen, who slowly edged towards the city, his face cold and distant.
The market was a place where merchants and businessman gathered, and was always bustling and crowded with people.
Suddenly, the crowd at the market sniffed out a strong scent of blood that invaded their senses. They turned around to look at the sources, and saw a calm Long Chen walking through the market, with a sword in his hands.
Everywhere he walked to, it seemed like the temperature cooled by a few degrees, giving one a feeling of despair and hopelessness.
"Who is he?"
"I don't know, you better not point towards him, you never know what will happen."
"Damn! I couldn't even breathe when he walked past me just now!"
Long Chen presence made quite a disturbance within the market, as people pointed towards him from afar, turning towards their partners in conversation.
In a world where martial arts is respected, everyone had a fair share of experiencing a sense of oppressiveness from the strong, yet Long Chen's aura, felt like a bone-chilling cold that pierced through their souls.
At this moment, a rather suave youth, along with a few other similar people behind him, walked towards the direction of Long Chen.
They carried arrogant smiles on their faces, they eyes shining with disdain, creating trouble whenever they went, when they coincidentally paused right in front of Long Chen.
"Good dogs don't block the road." Long Chen coldly left a sentence.
"You! How dare you speak to me like this?!" The youth who stood at the front glared at Long Chen with anger, his face showing an ugly expression.
He did not want to bother with such pathetic characters.
The sword in his hands moved, and slashed towards him.
The youth's face froze, his eyes in disbelief, as he anxiously clutched his neck.
And the next moment, his head separated from his neck, falling onto the ground with a thud sound.
The entire crowd fell into deadly silence.
They did not even have time to mock and jeer at this collision of youths, like pitiful losers requiring some accomplishment in their mundane lives, taking pleasure in the misfortune of others, when a life was already lost.
The sword within Long Chen's hand flashed a few more times, as a display popped within his minds.
[Congratulations to Host for killing a 9th Body Refinement Realm]
[Congratulations to Host for killing a 7th Body Refinement Realm]
[Congratulations to Host for killing a 8th Body Refinement Realm]
His experience rose by a meagre bit after this.
After all, he was already in the Spirit Realm. Elementary Realm could not even enter his eyes, so how could a mere Body Refinement Realm bring him much benefits.
He coldly sneered, as he retracted his sword, loosely gripping it onto his right hand, as he disregarded the falling bodies that fell to the ground, dead.
"So what if I dare to speak to you like that?" He did not forget to leave behind sentence, as his lips rose into a mocking smile.
His expression, other than the derisive smile on his face, was full of nonchalance, as if killing to him was nothing more than taking a stroll to a park, an insignificant event.
The crowd were astonished, their jaws almost falling towards the ground, as they were all rendered speechless by this scene.
The scene of Long Chen's indifferent face flashed within their minds, and they couldn't help but tremble in fear.
A youth who kills without blinking, is simply terrifying.
Coincidentally, this day was the day of the Yearly Combat Gathering.
The City Combat Arena was packed with people, and bustling with excitement.
The three other families, other than the Long family, were already present in the scene.
The disciples of these families all had haughty and conceited looks on their face, as they looked down upon the crowd with pride and arrogance.
They were only a select few of disciples who had warm expressions on their faces, showing the rare humility that they possessed.
Moments later, a terrifying oppressive aura descended upon the crowd.
A figure flashed past their eyes, too fast for their naked eyes to catch.
It was Long Yun Liang, who appeared within everyone's eyes, wearing a golden robe, his radiance and magnificence fully revealed.
And the first thing he did, was to glare toward the three other families, his eyes filled with threat.
"Very good! Looks like you old dogs are rather happy today? I wonder what event could possibly happen, to make your disgusting smiles appear on your face." Long Yun Liang mercilessly said, his pupils narrowing.
Alarm bells rang within the three patriarchs faces, as their faces darkened.
Long Yun Liang was ruthlessly mocking them right in front of the audience, and they could do nothing but swallow their anger, because he was stronger than them.
In the end, they could only shut their mouths, as they comforted themselves with the death of the Long clan's genius, Long Chen.