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n'Tsk.'

nMo Rong clicked his tongue as he clasped his fist towards the Second Elder.

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"Old man Dousan, you are still the same. Speaking in a manner unbefitting of an elder.

"

nMo Rong replied to Second elder's taunt and then closed his eyes.

nSecond Elder grinned but that grin soon turned into a gentle smile as he looked at Zhao Luo.

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"Looks like it's just us.

"

nThe third elder said who was sitting on the right while leaving a seat empty between him and the Sect Leader.

nThe empty seat on the Sect Leader's right was for the First Elder.

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"I invited the others too. I understand why the 'First' didn't come but the others too...Sigh~

"

nThe Second Elder who was seated on the left seat of the Sect Leader said while showing his disappointment.

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nA day before the tournament, Second Elder, Elder Dousan had invited the Sect Leader and the nine elders while promising that a surprise would be waiting for them.

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"Dousan, it's okay.

"

nXin Wang told the Second Elder as he glanced at his left.

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"But leader, I told everyone that this disciple I want you all to see is a true genius.

"

nElder Dousan bowed his head and replied to Xin Wang.

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"They will know about him when the time's right. Now order the start of this Open Battle.'

nXin Wang calmly told Elder Dousan as his eyes hovered over Zhao Luo who was also looking at them.

n'Let's see how much you have improved.'

nXin Wang thought while looking at Zhao Luo.

nElder Dousan looked at the elder on the podium and nodded at him.

n'Nod.'

nThe elder on the podium nodded and turned to look at the giant stage.

n The Open Battle will End when only 100 of you are left on the stage.

n ? START

nThe elder loudly shouted a single word which started a battle between 3070 disciples.

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"Boom.

"

nZhao Luo heard a loud sound from the other side of the stage as a few disciples were knocked up and could be seen high above the stage.

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"Thud!

"

nSeven disciples fell outside the stage thus failing the Open Battle.

nSeven disciples were disqualified because of one attack from a disciple, who Zhao Luo couldn't even see as the distance between them was a lot.

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"WOOOOAHHHHH~

"

nThe crowd cheered so loudly that their voice echoed twice in the whole training zone.

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nBack on stage at one of the four ends, where Zhao Luo was standing with Si Chen and Feng Ma.

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"Where are you looking at?

"

nA disciple questioned while looking at the group of three.

nZhao Luo turned towards his right and looked at the disciple who was talking to him.

n'A level eight 'VIII' disciple.'

nZhao Luo's eyes widened.

nThe disciple who had questioned him was leading a big group of more than fifty disciples.

nMost of the disciples in the group were level seven 'VII' disciples while a few were on level six 'VI'.

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"I don't think I need to tell you. It's my eyes so I will look wherever I want to!

"

nZhao Luo replied with a heavy voice, showing not even an ounce of fear.

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"Hah, what a fool. Do you think you can go against Brother Mo Suo with your tongue?

"

nThe disciple shouted at Zhao Luo without hiding the fact he was Mo Suo's underling.

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"Hmph. Fight or Get Lost.

"

nZhao Luo said as coldness grew in his eyes.

n'Why are you talking about my tongue when you are using it too?'

nZhao Luo complained as he raised his hand and gestured at the disciple to come at him.

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"You will answer me when I destroy you.

"

nThe disciple gave the last shout before rushing at Zhao Luo.

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"Attack him.

"

nHe signaled the other disciples behind him.

nAll the disciples moved towards Zhao Luo.

nBut Zhao Luo wasn't alone as Si Chen and Feng Ma stepped up and stood right beside him, one on Zhao Luo's right while the other on Zhao Luo's left.

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"Brother I will take the ones on the right.

"

nSi Chen said with an excited tone as finally the moment he had patiently waited for had arrived.

nThe last time they had fought on one side was against the sand lions that they had met in the Sara Desert.

n'Tap.'

nLooking at this Feng Ma took a step towards the coning enemies and brought out his wine flask.

n'Gulp, Gulp.'

nTaking two sips from it, he looked at Zhao Luo.

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"Brother leave the ones on the left to me.

"

nHe said to Zhao Luo with a drunk voice that was brimming with confidence.

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"Haha, then leave them all to me.

"

nZhao Luo felt a reassuring feeling as both of his disciple brothers hadn't backed away since even if they did he wouldn't have minded it.

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"What?

"

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"Why?

"

nThey questioned Zhao Luo but only found him lowering his body.

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"It's just a few of them.

"

nZhao Luo told them as he raised his heel and pulled his right fist back.

n'A few?'

nBoth Si Chen and Feng Ma were shocked as to them it looked like Zhao Luo wasn't joking.

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"Half Walk!

"

nZhao Luo flashed from his spot and the next instant he appeared 7 meters away, that is right in front of the leader of the disciples who was coming at them.

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"What?

"

nThe leader shouted in shock since to him, he could only see Zhao Luo disappearing from his spot and covering the distance between them in an instant.

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"Surprise!

"

nZhao Luo said as he threw his full-strength fist at this level eight 'VIII' disciple.

nThe speed of Zhao Luo's fist was so fast jat the disciple couldn't even see it thus there was no way that he could block it or dodge it.

n'Tap.'

nThe moment Zhao Luo's fist touched the chest of this disciple, the disciple looked down with shock written all over his face.

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"What was that? A sissy punch?

"

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"Hah, Ha.

"

nHe laughed slowly but found Zhao Luo looking at him with a scowl.

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"That's my calming Fist.

"

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"BOOM.

"

nThe disciple's face distorted as his stomach went inwards and his spine looked like it would pop out of his body while ripping apart his back any time.

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"CRACK~

"

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"AHHHHH.

"

nA loud cracking sound erupted from this disciple's body while his screams came along with mouthfuls of blood.

n'Thud!'

nThe disciple fell on his knees and t moment later his face hit the stage as he had lost his consciousness because of the unbearable pain.

nZhao Luo looked at the other level seven 'VII' disciples.

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"Who is NEXT?

"

nHe said with a smile on his face while the bloodied face of the level eight disciple was right next to his feet.

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