The Blood Legacy (The Divine Elements Book 1) (26 page)

The sound of a loud horn suddenly reverberated throughout the entire Arena.

The disciples all abruptly stood erect as they tried to figure out the cause of the horn.

“ALL DISCIPLES, ENTER YOUR DESIGNATED AREAS NOW!”

A booming voice of a man echoed within every person’s ears!

“Big brother, let’s go!”

Fatty cried out as he dragged Calron and rushed towards the center of the Arena.

The other disciples also burst into motion as they bid their masters farewell, and searched for the areas designated by the color of their armbands.

The closer Calron approached the center of the Arena, the more awe he felt.

The Arena was simply enormous!

It was circular in shape with a series of booths allocated at its sides for the audience. The stadium itself, which was in the center of the Arena, was filled with sand.

Surrounding the stadium were smaller circular marked areas with different colored flags. An Elder stood within each of these smaller circles and patiently waited for all the disciples to arrive.

“Fatty, I think my batch is here.”

Calron said as he located a black colored flag next to a circular area.

“Mmn, big brother, good luck! If you quit the tournament before you fight me, I will never talk to you again!”

Fatty seriously stated as he firmly clasped Calron’s hand.

He knew that if Calron got bored midway, he would simply quit and leave without caring about the consequences. However, unknown to Fatty, Calron had another reason to participate in the tournament.

“Haha, Fatty, don’t worry! I promise that I won’t quit. I will win this tournament at all costs!”

Hearing his brother’s passionate exclaim, Fatty nodded in relief and bid Calron farewell as he went to look for his own area.

Turning his head to look at the area designated for the disciples with the black armbands, Calron observed his competition.

There were around twelve to fifteen disciples in his batch, all with various ages. He spotted Tarth and his goons talking to the Elder, but Calron paid them no attention.

Sensing two other disciples besides Tarth, with the cultivation of the sixth rank, Calron knew that they were the ones he would have to watch out for. However, it seemed that most people in his batch were relatively weak, with the best of them only at the third or fourth rank.

If anyone had heard Calron’s thoughts at that moment, they would have spat out blood!

A child who had already reached the third rank at such an age would be considered a good talent in the city, but Calron did not even put them in front of his eyes!

It must be understood that the average soldier in the city of Vernia had the cultivation of the seventh rank, while the commoners were mostly around the fifth rank. However, they were all adults! The ones in front of Calron had barely even started going through puberty!

“Tsk, this is lame… if not for that reward for Lora, I would not even bother being here.”

Starting a small whistling tune, Calron walked towards the circular ring.

As Calron neared the other disciples, looks of disdain flashed across their eyes as they saw the dark haired boy casually whistling without any worries.

“That lightning trash… how arrogant! He looks so carefree, but he’ll probably surrender as soon as the fight starts. Hehe, let’s make sure that we give him a beating before the Elder stops us…”

One of the fourth rank cultivators in Calron’s batch muttered as he saw the lightning trash walk past him.

Just when Calron heard those words, he slowly turned his head to face the disciple who just ridiculed him, and flashed a vicious smile.

Seeing the lightning boy’s attitude suddenly change, the fourth rank cultivator felt a mysterious unease well up within his body as he saw that sinister smile on the boy’s face.

“Alright, you bunch of maggots! Listen up!”

Suddenly, the voice of the Elder echoed in the ring as he used his essence to amplify his voice.

Unlike the gentle and calm Elder Calron had met on his first day, the one in front of him was the complete opposite!

With a completely bald head, the middle-aged Elder chewed on a twig as he gazed at the surrounding disciples in contempt.

“Only the disciples with the black armbands are allowed to enter this ring, if you were assigned a different color, then leave before I personally kick you out!”

Pausing to see if there were any outsiders, the baldhead Elder continued.

“All you punks get ready to enter the ring! Also, remember, if you want to surrender, just remove your armband and wave it the air. If a punk attacks you after that, I will personally make sure that not even that punk’s mother will recognize his face after I’m done with him! Understood?”

The bald man fiercely bellowed towards the gathered disciples.

For some reason, Calron liked the baldhead man. Although the older man was extremely rude, there was a certain honesty within his actions that reflected his integrity.

“YES, ELDER!”

The disciples all loudly shouted.

“Good. Enter the ring and only begin once you hear the horn.”

The bald Elder stated as he stepped out of the ring and stood at the side.

The disciples all rushed towards the ring as they hoped to strategically position themselves with their friends, so that they had a higher chance of being the last one standing.

Although the Preliminary Round was a battle royale where disciples were supposed to fight against each other, most of them usually formed packs early on, to make sure they reached the final stages of the battle. Even though this was a despicable act, it was technically not against the rules of the battle, so the Elders did not stop this behavior.

Seeing the others sprint towards the ring to get a slight advantage, Calron just shook his head and lazily started walking towards the ring. Relying on other people’s strength to achieve victory was the mindset of weak cultivators, so naturally Calron detested it!

Noticing the unusual behavior of the dark haired boy as he casually walked towards the ring, the bald Elder raised his eyebrow but did not make a single comment.

“Interesting… either he is very confident or very stupid. Let’s see… “

The Elder quietly uttered to himself, as his curiosity was peaked.

By the time Calron had arrived near the ring, almost every single disciple was already in their desired position and eagerly anticipating the start of the battle royale.

Just as Calron stepped into the ring, the sound of a loud horn reverberated in the air!

*Whoosh*

The disciples all burst into action as several groups clashed against each other! Besides a rare few youths, almost everyone was in a group.

“Sigh… I’ll just wait here until there are a only a few left and then join the in on fun!”

Calron stated as he abruptly sat down on the ground!

Seeing that scene, the bald Elder suddenly spat out the twig in his mouth.

“What the hell is wrong with this kid!? And what is with that position!”

The bald man exclaimed as he saw Calron lazily sprawled on the ground, while other disciples were fighting around him!

Initially, Calron was just sitting upright on the ground; however, he soon started to feel his backside ache against the hard ground, so Calron just laid his whole body down! With his right arm supporting his head and one of his knees folded, Calron continued to whistle as he watched several battles unfold before him.

Originally, none of the nearby disciples had bothered Calron, as they all knew he was a weak lightning cultivator, but seeing his completely carefree attitude at this moment, they all felt an intense rage within their hearts.

“Bastard! We are all fighting here and he’s just whistling there like an idiot! Brothers, let’s teach this trash a lesson!”

One of the fourth rank cultivators of the group shouted as he rallied the nearby disciples to deal with Calron.

Most of them ignored the fourth rank cultivator as they continued on with their fights, but several individuals soon joined him as they felt mutual irritation at the lightning trash’s behavior.

Seeing that he had a decent amount of people behind him, the fourth rank cultivator gained a lot of confidence and started arrogantly walking towards the whistling Calron.

“Bastard, get up and fight!”

The fourth rank cultivator yelled as he spat towards the side, and disdainfully glared at the laid back Calron.

“Hmm?”

Calron turned his head as he stopped whistling, and noticed a small group of disciples all angrily glaring at him.

“Did I do something to you?”

Calron inquired with extreme politeness.

“Huh? No, this is a fight! How dare you look down upon this tournament by this blatant disrespect!”

The fourth rank cultivator was a bit taken aback with Calron’s politeness, but he quickly regained his composure and retorted his reasons for confronting the dark haired boy.

“Disrespect? How have I disrespected this tournament? I have been peacefully minding my own business until you came along with those idiots wagging their tails.”

Calron responded in a frosty tone as his mood abruptly changed.

“Y-you dare insult us? A lightning trash like you actually has the audacity to talk back to us?”

The fourth rank cultivator stuttered as he replied back.

Just a moment before, him and his group had suddenly felt a bloodthirsty aura around them, and initially they thought it was the lightning boy in front of them, however, those thoughts soon vanished as they realized that it was simply impossible!

“Trash? I think that I’m starting to get irritated by that word…”

Calron coldly stated as he slowly stood up.

Straining and cracking his muscles, Calron abruptly released his vicious killing intent as he savagely addressed the disciples in front of him.

“COME!”

“COME!”

Hearing the fierce roar, the disciples felt their hearts tremble violently.

“W-what is this feeling! Is this coming from that lightning trash?”

The disciples behind the fourth rank cultivator gasped, as the bloodthirsty killing intent started to slowly suffocate them.

This feeling was akin to when one met an extremely powerful cultivator; however, none of them were able to believe that they could get this feeling from a boy even younger than them!

“Surround him!”

The fourth rank cultivator shook himself from his daze and commanded the others to follow his orders!

The disciples were clearly in disarray under the oppression of Calron’s killing intent, so they hurried to follow the commands of their self-assigned leader.

Seeing the bunch of disciples rushing to surround him, Calron just patiently waited as he further increased his killing intent.

“Haha, the weak are truly pitiful! Did you not just call me trash? Why do you need so many people do deal with a waste like me?”

Calron savagely spoke as an intense aura radiated from him.

“S-shut up! T-this is just to make sure you don’t run away! That’s right, we are only doing this to contain you, haha… ”

One of the nearby disciples loudly stated with a quiver in his voice.

“I don’t like the sound of your voice.”

Calron coldly stated, as he suddenly disappeared from his spot and rushed towards the disciple who just spoke!

*CRACK*

“ARGHH!”

Everyone stood still as they gaped at the current scene in front of them.

Calron was calmly holding the poor disciple’s hand in a twisted position, and it was clear from the previous cracking sound and the gut-wrenching cries, that the disciple’s wrist was definitely broken!

Calron remained standing in that position as his pupils fiercely bore into the disciple’s eyes.

“Who is the trash?”

Calron’s chilly voice resounded in the vicinity as he turned his head to glare at the other disciples surrounding him.

“The next one to call me trash will get the same treatment as this idiot.”

Hearing the dark haired boy’s threat, the fourth rank cultivator started to feel his hands tremble.

Impossible! He is only a lightning cultivator, so how is it possible for him to suppress us to this extent? This must be a dream! Yes, I’m definitely dreaming!

While the fourth rank cultivator’s thoughts raced about, some of the surrounding disciples suddenly removed their armbands and waved it in the air as they openly surrendered.

They knew from the start that one of the sixth rank cultivators would win this round, so there was no need for them to risk an injury just to be defeated in the end. Seeing the cold savagery of the boy that they had all previously called trash, the disciples all felt beads of sweat forming on their foreheads!

The only reason these disciples had participated in the first place, was to attract the attention of some of the Masters in the school through their fighting ability and techniques. There was absolutely no point in continuing a fight, if there was nothing to gain.

Seeing some of the students wave their armbands, the bald Elder nodded and let them exit the ring.

However, the bald Elder’s gaze remained fixed on Calron.

“This kid… is not so simple.”

……………..

Meanwhile, Calron did nothing to obstruct the surrendering disciples from leaving. In truth, he did not really wish to fight these disciples, as they were all extremely weak when compared to him. However, Calron had come to detest the word ‘trash’, so if anyone called him that, he simply could not contain his rage!

Letting the disciple’s hand go, Calron turned around and faced the remaining disciples.

Currently, there were only three people left including the fourth rank cultivator. Although the fourth rank cultivator had also wanted to leave, he knew he could not, as he was the one who had invited everyone to attack Calron in the first place. Wouldn’t he just lose face if he surrendered now?

“I don’t like your clothes.”

Calron abruptly stated in a cold voice.

“Huh?”

The three remaining disciples were all confused by the dark haired boy’s statement.

Suddenly, Calron disappeared in a flash and appeared next to the disciple who was wearing a pale grey robe.

*riiip*

Calron tore away the disciple’s robes in the blink of an eye, as he simply left the boy standing there in his underwear! The disciple felt like crying with embarrassment at the public humiliation!

The others watching the scene did not know whether to laugh or to cry. How did this battle royale suddenly take such a comical turn?

This was no longer a fight between cultivators, but public shaming.

Suddenly a loud roar of laughter emerged from the side of the ring.

It was the bald Elder.

“Bahaha! I don’t think I have ever seen a fight like this in all my history of judging the Preliminary Rounds! Good job, kid! Hahaha!”

The bald Elder bellowed as he started to laugh again at the sight of the red-faced disciple standing there with only his underwear!

The remaining two disciples all shivered as they watched the scene of Calron rudely ripping apart their fellow brother’s robe! There was no dignity in this fight! They would rather surrender now, than to face this kind of humiliation!

How would a cultivator ever show his face to others, after being stripped naked in front of everyone?

“Ah, little brother, how about we end this here? Look, the other battles have nearly ended as well! We can team up and finish them! What do you say?”

The fourth rank cultivator spoke with a slight trace of hope in his voice.

He would rather break his own arm than go through that public humiliation!

“Eh? Why should I? Besides, I think I don’t like your robe as well… ”

Calron lazily stated as he shot a mischievous smile at the fourth rank cultivator.

This bastard! How are these robes any different from what he’s wearing? These are the normal robes for the outer disciples! This is just plain bullying!

The two disciples pitifully cried out within their minds as they heard Calron’s words.

Not daring to upset the mood of the little monster they had provoked, the fourth rank cultivator was just about to remove his armband to surrender, when he suddenly felt a steely grip on his arm.

“Shouldn’t you remove your robes first before taking off that armband?”

A cold voice whispered into his ear!

“H-how did you- “

*riiip*

Even while his robes were being ripped away from his body, the fourth rank cultivator still could not understand how the lightning boy had so quickly reached him!

With tears on his face, the fourth rank cultivator ran away from the ring in complete embarrassment! Sounds of laughter echoed behind him, which only seemed to make his tears flow faster.

Wuuwuu, how could anyone be so heartless? What Master would ever bother taking me as their disciple after that public stripping and humiliation!

The fourth rank cultivator thought as he inwardly cried.

“I’m tired now, so I’ll let you go. Scram!”

Calron said as he gazed at the last remaining disciple.

As if he had just heard the voice of salvation, the last disciple quickly removed his armband and rushed towards the edge of the ring.

In truth, Calron felt a bit self-conscious with all the current attention, so he just wanted to end the farce there. Hearing the laughter from the people watching the battle, Calron turned around and gave a sheepish smile as he scratched his head.

“Hehe, anyone want these robes for a copper square?”

Hearing Calron’s words, the audience burst into another fit of laughter!

“Hahaha, what is with this kid? I can’t stop laughing… is he really selling those robes now? Hahaha!”

The crowd erupted in a roaring laughter as they watched the current scene in front of them.

Although there were still a few other battles happening within the ring, they were completely ignored and everyone seemed to be more interested in watching the amusing dark haired boy!

*clap*    *clap*

“You should have been a comedian instead of a cultivator. Anyone could defeat those weaklings, so how about having a battle with me?”

A soft and soothing voice echoed throughout the ring.