Sword Among Us c1-1268

by Black Swordsman Online

  The person who had spoken to mock him was Huang Yaoshi, and there was a man and woman who stood beside him. The man was large and built. He might not have said anything, but he had an extraordinary presence.

  The woman was in her thirties, and her name was Huang Rong. She was rather troubled by her father and the abbot's quarrel, and she immediately came forth to mediate the situation.

  "Abbot, please do not blame my father. He only believes that it has not been long since Cult Master Zhang began to lead Ming Cult, and there are plenty of matters to deal with in Ming Cult. If you add the great responsibility of the master of the martial artist alliance on Cult Master Zhang's shoulders, the burden might be a little too heavy."

  Master Kong Xiang's expression instantly became much gentler.

  Huang Rong tried to calm down her father, then said, "Big Brother Jing, why don't you go up and fight against Cult Master Zhang?"

  "Sure." Guo Jing nodded.

  Even though Zhang Wuji had already trained his Heaven and Earth Great Shift until it reached the peak of the seventh realm, Guo Jing's power was also astonishing. His Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm had reached a shocking degree, and no normal person could handle it.

  He walked up the arena with a majestic gait.

  "I have come to challenge you, Cult Master Zhang."

  "It is my p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e!"

  Two people from different generations had actually come into contact with each other in the game. What sort of conflict would that stir up? The best players who entered Dragon Tiger Arena, including One Emperor, watched the scene with somber expressions.

  At that moment, Happy handed over his wooden plate, and he, too, smoothly entered Dragon Tiger Arena, where elites from various sects gathered!

  When he entered, the Murong Clan Lady appeared beside him from somewhere.

  "Not bad. There are very few young disciples who can join Dragon Tiger Arena, and there are plenty of people from other sects who did not manage to send their young disciples here. As of now, there are only seven disciples at Dragon Tiger Arena."

  "Seven?"

  Happy was a little shocked by the number he obtained from the Murong Clan Lady.

  As he fought his way up, he came to understand clearly just how difficult the Street of Arenas was. The elites from the sects went up one after another, and in the last battle, Happy had even needed to face off against Inaction Realm elite Wei Yixiao, Ming Cult's Black-winged Bat King.

  If it were not because he had Golden Essence Nine Yang Skill with him, which made Wei Yixiao's amazing Freezing Soft Palm not very effective against him, Happy might have been forced to use Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm in that fight.

  Yet there were actually seven people who managed to get to Dragon Tiger Arena within a short few hours?

  'Looks like I've still underestimated the heroes of the world.'

  "That is correct." The Murong Clan Lady did not know what Happy was thinking about, and she brought him to the shed belonging to the Murong Clan while she provided explanations. "The six great sects did not have any especially outstanding disciples. The extraordinary ones are basically all disciples of some legendary people."

  "Oh?"

  "Green City Sword Sect's Momo, Sword Sect's One Emperor, Beggar's Sect's Night Rain Follows Wind, who is said to have officially become Guo Jing's true disciple, Great Desert Nameless Swordsman's disciple, North Placating Duke."

  She stopped talking for a moment before adding, "There are three more who can be considered to be both in the righteous and evil paths. One of them is Dongfang Bubai's disciple, Lu Mingyue, another is Six-fingered Demonic Zither's disciple, Wind Chimes, and last one might have come from Kunlun Sect, but he had learned Xuanming Elders' Profound Abyss Divine Palm to fight his way up the martial arts tournament. Quite a number who belong both to the righteous and evil paths are here, but the villa master has no way of chasing them out."

  While speaking, the Murong Clan Lady instinctively cast a glance in Huang Yaoshi and Zhang Wuji's direction.

  Huang Yaoshi might be wilful and had killed countless people, but he had Beggar's Sect and Great Swordsman Guo Jing serving as his powerful support. Their relationship was especially tight.

  Zhang Wuji might be Ming Cult's master, but he was Wudang Sect's disciple, and he was Zhang Sanfeng's grand-disciple.

  There were plenty of people who came to Hero's Mountain Villa, but most of them were not righteous martial artists with a completely clean history. Many of them had come into contact with those from the evil path or have done some evil in the past.

  Happy was not at all surprised by One Emperor, Momo, Lu Mingyue, and the other people's appearances. The only one that made him slightly shocked was Night Rain Follows Wind, because he seemed to have heard that name somewhere before.

  The other one that shocked him was North Placating Duke. He was a man who had once risen to fame in China server, but then vanished in the Western Region's desert. Now that he reappeared though, he showed up at Dragon Tiger Arena, the place that symbolised the top of the martial arts tournaments in China and stood at the center of everyone's attention.

  Once she entered that qi realm, the damage from her zither would have increased by leaps and bounds, so there would practically be no one below Moksha Realm who could win against her! She officially became a top-class player who could stand on her own!

  As for Orochimaru...

  The last time they parted, Orochimaru's temperament had been different, and Happy knew that Orochimaru had come to understand the great difference in strength between them, but he did not expect that Orochimaru would get Xuanming Elders' inheritance at the end and even show up at Dragon Tiger Arena.

  While thinking about that, Happy was led by the Murong Clan Lady into the shed belonging to the Murong Clan.

  Right when they entered, dozens of gazes that were not very friendly landed on Happy's face. They sized him up repeatedly.

  "It's the people from the eight aristocratic families. Don't sink to their level," the Murong Clan Lady said softly by Happy's ears.

  He nodded in understanding and walked into the shed without batting an eyelid. When he saw the Murong Clan Lady sit down, he stood behind her calmly. Only those who were famous had seats in the martial arts tournament. The disciples did not have seats, which was why Happy could only stand.

  But even if Happy did not want to cause trouble, it did not mean that there were others who were willing to let him have peace.

  "Lady Murong, is this junior the young elite who's had a peerless performance lately, the one called Happy? He doesn't seem to be much."

  A voice that spoke with a drawl and said very harsh words reached Happy's ears.

  "Ding!"

  The familiar sound of the system rose at the same time as the voice...

  Chapter 537 - Eight Aristocratic Families

  "I was wondering just what sort of man would be the person who saved the six great sects, considering his name has spread so far and wide, but I didn't expect that he would be a brat who hasn't even weaned yet. It's as expected of someone who came from a certain family. Could the people who spread the news be people hired from the Murong Clan?"

  "Brother Xicheng, how could you say that to Lady Murong?"

  "That's right. I believe that even if this truly happened, Lady Murong wouldn't know about it. Isn't that so, Lady Murong?"

  The aristocratic people were dressed in brocade robes and wore jade accessories while mocking the Murong Clan one after another. Their words were very unpleasant.

  Happy frowned in secret.

  When he came, the Murong Clan Lady had reminded him that the eight aristocratic families were filled with hostility toward the Murong Clan and that they might take action during the martial arts tournament. He did not expect, however, that before he even gained his footing, all sorts of provocations would have already begun.

  At the moment the system rang, Happy frowned.

  "Ding!

  "You are currently
facing the provocation from the eight aristocraric families, and Lady Murong cannot ignore this. Are you willing to take the initiative to challenge them and fight for Lady Murong? Will you fight against the elites from the eight aristocratic families so that the Murong Clan can hold its head high?"

  He was still not entirely certain of the rules of Dragon Tiger Arena, and challenging others recklessly was not his style.

  As expected, the Murong Clan Lady soon sent him a secret message before continuing to explain the rules of Dragon Tiger Arena. "Happy, don't be affected by their provocation. The people who spoke are all nobodies in the eight aristocratic families. There are only three who are truly powerful… the three who have not spoken since the start."

  When Happy heard that, he was stunned.

  He subconsciously cast a glance to the side and saw three young a.d.u.l.ts who had not said anything.

  They were two men and one woman!

  The woman was dressed in a long white dress. She looked as cold as ice, and she stared at the stage without even blinking. She exuded a chilly presence, and she looked like an immortal who had descended to the mortal world. Her presence was comparable to that of the Murong Clan Lady.

  One of the two men had an otherworldly elegance, was heroic-looking, and prideful, while the other was built, tall, level-headed, and had lively eyes.

  Happy could tell at first glance that they were not easy to deal with; they might already be in Inaction Realm.

  'Thank goodness I didn't attack recklessly,' Happy thought in his heart.

  "The strength of those three is similar to mine. The woman's name is Nangong Ruoshui, and she practices the Nangong Clan's Nine Profound Art. One of the men is Dongfang Xiong, and he practices Sunrise Sword, the other is Bei Lie, who inherited Will from Divine Weapon. He was born with great strength, and his qi is greater than others. His fists can block divine weapons, and he is the strongest among the three."

  The Murong Clan Lady explained their situations before she said, "They are the only genii of the current young generation among the eight aristocratic families. As long as you can defeat any one of them, they will no longer dare to curse and defame the Murong Clan without reason. Naturally, they will also not doubt your strength."

  Happy said nothing. He nodded quietly to show that he put her words to memory.

  The Murong Clan Lady said, "There is one rule on Dragon Tiger Arena. When you go up to fight on the stage, you are not allowed to use any medicine. Once you finish fighting, you can restore your qi, but unless you lose, you must continue fighting three rounds on the stage."

  She stopped talking for a moment, but she could not hold herself and looked at Happy.

  "If you go up and fight, those three will definitely attack you. that's why you need to be mentally prepared."

  Another system's notification arrived.

  "Ding!

  "Dragon Tiger Arena point acc.u.mulation system!

  "If you win one round, you get one point. If you win three consecutive rounds, you can temporarily leave the arena and return to the spectator seat. You may resume challenging the others at any moment you want! Once you lose, the current number of times you won will be recorded, and you will lose the right to continue challenging Dragon Tiger Arena.

  "The number of times you win will correspond to your points. Once the martial arts tournament ends, the ranks will be decided from the person with the highest points to the lowest.

  "The champion will get a divine weapon, the first runner-up will get an Illusion Life and Death Pill, the second runner-up will get an Origin Leopard Pill and a Life and Death Realm martial art manual to their liking. The other elites at Dragon Tiger Arena will each get a bottle of Small Reversion Pills."

  'I see.'

  The frown on Happy's face vanished.

  He had mostly come to understand the rules of Dragon Tiger Arena.

  At that moment, a voice from the other side attracted Happy's attention. When he heard Guo Jing's name, his eyes lit up, and his eyebrows quirked while he looked at the stage.

  A middle-aged man with a built and solid body walked majestically to the stage on which Zhang Wuji stood. Zhang Wuji's title of the cult master of Ming Cult intimidated quite a number of martial art elites in the area.

  "Guo Jing of Xiangyang City!"

  When Guo Jing walked up the stage, he wrapped his fist in his palm and saluted Zhang Wuji. He did not do anything else, and an aura that filled the entire place surged up his body before it went pressing down at Zhang Wuji.

  Thud!

  As Guo Jing moved, the wind of the entire arena instantly vanished, as if the empty space in the world had frozen up to to gather on Guo Jing's body.

  Everyone held their breaths and watched Zhang Wuji's reaction.

  There were only two people in the area whose gazes burned while they stared at the faint dragon-shaped aura qi flow that appeared behind Guo Jing.

  It was different from the dragon-shaped qi flow that Happy had created.

  If Happy wanted to create a complete dragon's body, he had to execute more than ten moves. He could only bring out this sort of might at the tenth move while using his continuously increasing momentum and the profound secret of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm.

  Guo Jing only raised his foot in a simple manner, but he already created an invincible might that filled the air. The distance between them could be seen with just one glance!

  'Looks like qi realm is indeed very important.' Happy smiled wanly.

  His Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm was near the eleventh realm, but skill alone would not help him achieve Guo Jing's level, where he could change the atmosphere around him by just raising his foot.

  Suddenly, Happy thought wickedly about Qiao Feng from Demi-gods and Semi-devils. He wondered which of the users of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm would be stronger if they fought against each other using the same technique?

  That thought only appeared fleetingly before Happy's gaze returned to Guo Jing.

  He saw Guo Jing move forward step by step, and his momentum became stronger as it acc.u.mulated. The dragon-shaped qi flow behind him formed the picture of an eight-clawed dragon, and it was a sight that left others dumbfounded.

  The dragon's face was awe-inspiring, and it gave off an incredibly oppressive atmosphere! For the first time since the start of the tournament, Zhang Wuji's expression grew solemn, and he circulated Taichi Art to handle the situation.

  "I am Zhang Wuji of Ming Cult. Please allow me to witness your skill!"

  His qi rotated around him, and it formed a profound picture of the Taichi symbol. He shut his eyes tightly, and the momentum as well as oppressive pressure Guo Jing formed was instantly negated.

  Happy watched how the people around him looked over it with praise, but Happy frowned slightly.

  The Murong Clan Lady noticed that there was something strange about Happy's expression. "What's wrong? Did you gain an epiphany?"

  "Not now." Happy shook his head.

  If Zhang Wuji tried to use Taichi Art to attack Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm, things might not go very well for him.

  Even though Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm's fierce and peerless fighting style seemed to be able to be countered by Taichi's gentle style of fighting, Happy, who understood the profound secret within Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm well, knew that once Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm had the chance to develop, the strength that would explode forth would be beyond imagination. If Zhang Wuji only thought about avoiding, he would allow Guo Jing's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm to reach a breakthrough, and it would reach an even more astonishing height!

  Chapter 538 - Twenty Million Sales, Same Field!

  A few men with different temperaments sat in an office that was 2,152 square feet big. Its windows were clean, and the men either sat or leaned against the couch while they stared with indifferent or fiery gazes at the holographic screen ahead of them. It had the brief fight between Silver Wolf and One Emperor.

  "...That's an
other battle replay that's sold like hot cakes."

  Beep!

  A man in fitting white casual clothes shut down the autogenous picture, threw away the controller, and said to a man who was flaunting off his pecs in a tank top while staring at a handheld tab, "What's the sales rate right now?"

  "Around thirteen million, and the numbers are still rising!" Once Tank Top Man reported the numbers, he could not help but curse. "Damn it, we wouldn't get so much money even if we robbed a bank. That video has been uploaded for less than two hours, and more than ten million people have bought it. That means earning six hundred million… Even if he only got one-tenth of the rate, he still would have earned more than sixty million within two hours. Is this still a game?"

  "This is a VR game… It's normal that you don't understand it."

  There was a man with a strong build sitting on the couch across from them. He was playing with a butterfly knife and did a few difficult moves with it while he answered. "Times have changed. Most players treat spending three hundred for a game as nothing. When this becomes something universal, everyone will basically have one VR Helmet with them, and they will have a fixed rate of a few hundred million in their bank account.

  "When you have a helmet and some cash services around, saying that World of Martial Arts is currently the game that earns you the greatest amount of money isn't an exaggeration at all." While he spoke, the butterfly knife in his hands showed no signs of slowing down. It became much faster when he became excited.

  "While I was studying, there were plenty of gaming companies that used the concept of in-game purchases to quickly get money. The normal operation time for good games is very short. They needed a very good system and courage to be able to make the game generalized to this extent."

  "You studied before?"

  "...Don't toss that stuff around, it'll spoil the couch. The boss will kill you."

  Tank Top Man caught the butterfly knife that was sent flying at him without even raising his head. He threw it back, but the knife flew in a direction that was completely different from where he wanted it to go.