Zhihui smiles a bit, wanting to stand up, but her body doesn't answer her call. As her body started to sweat buckets, her breathing became rough. Her skin becomes hot to the touch and red to the eye.
This must the side effect of channeling fire into her body, Mors is probably going through a similar problem. The announcer was the first one to see the condition she is on. Called more medics to check on her condition under the earth-shaking noise the excited audience is making.
As medics slowly reach Zhihui, she passes out. Her mind wants to rest, as medics surround her. The announcer sees the two participants, both down, and both being taken away to the infirmary, to be healed. As he turns to the crow he started to speak.
"That will be everything for today!!!! Please come back tomorrow for the final fight and the distribution of rewards!"
As the announcer rained on the parade of the audience, curses started to spread around the Colosseum. As people started to stand up from their seats and make their way home.
"Man! I wish I was a cultivator, Sir Ming looks so cool at the end"
"In your dreams, no one will give you a cultivation technique with your shitty talents. Can't even clean the dishes properly!"
"You son of a bitch!"
"Mommy Mommy! Will that pretty lady be fine?"
"Yes, she will dear, the great dragon blesses her and is always watching over her"
"Ok! The great dragon is very nice!"
The people talk among themselves about the great fight they just witness. The fight was way above their expectations, but not only the audience was talking about the fight. Even the middle-aged man and the beautiful woman were talking.
"So, tell me, do the students at the Ocean Palace Sect have skills like that?"
Ask the middle-aged man as he looks at the beautiful woman. The woman shakes her head as she plays with a strand of her hair.
"No, there are no such skills in my sect. What Xiong Ming and Wu Zhihui did is not something a human in the same stage can do"
The man squints his eyes as he thinks about what she said. As someone from the Martial Sect, he knows his way around martial arts. The weapons Mors was summoning look like [Weapon Manifestations], when one is proficient enough with a weapon, their will shapes the world around them.
Make QI manifestations of their chosen weapon and command it as they see fit. Mor's manifestations seem to be able to only do one task, showing his lack of proficiency. But the fact it looks like he can summon as many as he wants without using QI broke all common rules.
The woman was also thinking about the last move Zhihui did. The act of channeling an element into yourself is very dangerous. You need to have a lot of control over your chosen element and a great understanding of your own body. The fact that she did it at her current stage either proves how strong her talents were or how skilled she is.
As she continues to think, an idea enters her mind. A way to explain the crazy things those two pull off.
"Self-reforming"
"What?"
"They did self-reforming!"
"Who?...wait does two do!?"
"Yea! It will explain why they are able to do things normal human cultivators can't do!"
"But, they still look human. A Self reforming has a noticeable feature that distinguishes them from normal humans"
"….Maybe it's hidden? Maybe it's a new self-reforming never heard before?"
"If that is the case….I have to get sir Xiong into my sect and clan as fast as possible"
"Oh no, you don't! he is joining my sect!"
Soon the two elders started to bicker with each other. Talking about who will take Mors. While this was happening, Bai Yimu was talking to his only daughter. A beautiful woman in her 20s, with brown hair and green eyes.
"Wei I need you to make that young man fall in love with you, I need him in my clan"
The young woman looks devastated at her father's words. She has always been pampered by her father and mother for being the only girl and for her talent for cultivation. But now he is asking her to elope with some random clanless and sect-less rogue cultivator!
"Father! I don't want to do such a thing with a dirty-"
"You shut your goddamn mouth girl! You do as I say or I will send you packing!"
A middle-aged woman, hearing this looks shocked as she grabs her husband's arm. The young girl nothing but a mess of tears and snot, as this was the first time she got yell by her father.
"Honey please calm down, there is no need to be harsh. Look at our cute Wei, she does not want to do this. Send one of our sons. As future rulers of this city, they need to know how to gather strong people"
Yimu hearing the smart and calming words of his wife started to slowly calm down. Patting the crying girl with a hurt look on his face.
"I am sorry Wei, forgive your old man. I got blinded for a few seconds. I will send your brothers to your place. This will prove to be a good test for them"
Said the patriarch of the Bai clan, as the two contestants were currently being treated by the medics. Huan and Fen stand close to their lady. Huan cries her eyes out as she holds her lady's hot and red hand. No one standing next to Mors, showing that he truly is clanless and maybe familyless as well.
As the day goes on and the nights become clear. Zhihui slowly wakes up, she moves her head around. Looking at the hospital and the many beds in it. Her eyes land on the sitting figure of Mors.
Showing off his handsome face, black lines decorating his brown face. She could not help but stare at him for a few seconds, she expected him to be ugly or disfigured. But if he is handsome, why does he wear a mask?
"Hey you finally awake"
Mors said as he looks at her