The Blood Legacy (The Divine Elements Book 1) (27 page)

“Hmm, comedian? I think I like being a cultivator more. After all, it’s a lot more exciting, don’t you think?”

Calron calmly responded without turning his head to face the stranger.

Hearing the arrogance in the dark-haired boy’s voice who was not even bothering to face him, the stranger gave a low growl as he released his essence.

“Sigh… this was why I did not want to participate. Everyone has such big egos here…”

Calron lazily turned around as he decided to face the stranger.

Hearing Calron’s words, the nearby audience felt like knocking their heads against a wall, as from the beginning of the round, it was clearly Calron himself who was looking down on everyone else!

The stranger was a skinny boy around the age of twelve, with long dark green hair and coppery skin. His feminine features made him appear more beautiful than handsome, and if not for hearing his voice, Calron would definitely have thought that the boy in front of him was a girl!

“Yo, are you a boy or a girl?”

Calron asked with a curious tilt of his head.

A dense aura was suddenly exuded from the feminine boy, as he furiously yelled.

“I’m a boy, you idiot!”

“Eh? Really? You sure don’t look like one to me. Drop your pants, let me see!”

Calron said in an unconvinced tone.

“……………”

The crowd just stood there with their mouths open. This kid had completely changed the whole tournament. First, stripping the disciples of their robes and now asking another cultivator to drop his pants in front of everyone. This was simply too unbelievable!

“Y-you’re joking, right? Just fight me!”

The feminine boy stammered as he tried to get his words out.

The dark haired boy in front of him had completely destroyed his calm demeanor!

“We can fight later, but right now I want to see whether you’re really a boy or not. C’mon, just show it!”

Calron stated with no intention of fighting whatsoever, and eagerly waited for the feminine boy to follow his request.

Unlike the twelve year old feminine boy, Calron was still eight years old and inexperienced in the different aspects between man and woman. Although he was fierce and brutal when it came to battles, he had not yet learned about the dignity of a male’s body part.

“You bastard, how shameless!”

The feminine boy roared with a furious anger on his face.

A light green essence coalesced around him as a violent burst of gust erupted beneath his feet!

“Enough of this pathetic joke, after I defeat you, I will only have one more opponent to beat to reach the top fifties of the ranks!”

The feminine boy coldly stated as he rushed towards Calron.

“Huh? Only one? If I’m the second last left, so who’s the last one left?”

Calron asked as he looked around the ring.

It was true!

Besides himself and the feminine boy, there was one another disciple nervously standing in the ring as his eyes met Calron’s.

“Haha, so it’s Tarth! Yo, wait for me until I confirm whether this guy here is a boy or a girl, and I’ll fight you next!”

Calron laughed as turned his head back to face the feminine boy.

“I guess, I’ll just have to see the truth for myself!”

Calron said as he slowly cracked his knuckles.

Unlike the previous weaklings he had stripped naked, the green haired boy in front of him was a genuine sixth rank cultivator!

It was finally time for the Formless Fist to appear!

……………

Meanwhile, Tarth was sweating profusely as he saw the battle unfold before him.

I knew this bastard would be one of the last ones standing! He’s only gotten crueler since I last met him!

Tarth inwardly thought as he glanced at Calron. At least Tarth was not publicly stripped naked in front of the entire audience like the other two! It was better to get his head smacked a hundred times, than losing his dignity in front of such a huge crowd.

Tarth shuddered as he thought of what would happen to the feminine boy if that little monster caught hold of him.

“Little girly brother, I sincerely hope that you escape from that devil’s clutches…”

Tarth quietly murmured.

…………..

Outside the ring, another figure hastily appeared as he pushed through the crowd to see the battle in the ring designated to the black armbands.

The figure was quite muscular with a childish glint in his eyes. Upon his right arm, was a pristine white colored armband that radiated within the crowd.

Seeing the pure white colored armband on the boy’s arm, the crowd quietly let him pass without obstruction.

“Hehe, I wonder if big brother won in his batch as well!”

Fatty muttered as he arrived at the front of the ring.

“…..Drop your pants, let me see!”

A familiar voice echoed within the ring.

“Eh? Big brother wants to see someone’s legs?”

Fatty was utterly confused as to what his big brother was talking about. It was a battle royale, so why would he want to see someone drop his pants?

Seeing his opponent, Fatty exclaimed.

“Woah! What a pretty lady!”

“That’s not girl, son. He is a boy, just like you.”

An elderly man next to Fatty quietly spoke.

“Huh? That’s impossible! She’s definitely a girl! So, that’s why big brother wanted her to drop her pants… YEAH, DROP YOUR PANTS!”

Fatty abruptly bellowed from within the crowd!

“What is with this year’s tournament, there are idiots everywhere… yes, but nothing can compare to that child who stripped his seniors naked … yeah, that was brutal… “

The people near Fatty quietly gossiped while shooting glances at the nearby Fatty, and Calron who was standing in the middle of the ring.

…………..

BOOOM!

The sound of an explosion reverberated throughout the ring.

As the smoke dispersed, it revealed two figures with their fists touching each other!

“How?”

A soft quiet voice emerged from the feminine boy’s mouth. Only the person in front of him could hear his words.

“A lot of chocolate milk?”

Calron sheepishly responded as he gave a quick wink to the green haired boy in front of him.

“Hahaha, you really are funny… unfortunately, I lost this round. Can you tell me the real reason of your strength?”

The feminine boy asked in a sincere voice.

“Hmm, maybe later. But, drop your pants first, I still want to see!”

Calron asked in a persistent tone.

“Y-you would really humiliate me like that!”

The feminine boy asked in an unbelievable voice.

“Well, it’s fine if you don’t want to… “

Calron said as he gave out a small sigh.

He really wanted to confirm his doubts, but unlike the disciples from before, this feminine boy only had wanted to fight him to test his strength, and not because he thought of Calron as trash like the other disciples.

A fighting spirit was worthy of Calron’s admiration!

Hearing the words of the dark haired boy, the feminine boy felt extremely relieved. He had tasted the strength of the boy’s fist, and knew that he was no match for his shocking strength!

If the others knew just how strong the lightning trash was, they would have definitely spat out blood in shock!

What confused the feminine boy was that even towards the last moment of the strike, he had not detected a single trace of essence from the boy in front of him!

“Hey, what’s your name?”

The feminine boy asked softly.

“Calron.”

“Calron? I like that name! I’m Aryn, by the way.”

The feminine boy replied as he gave Calron a slight smile. Removing his black armband, Aryn slowly exited the ring.

Silence.

The audience was speechless at the conclusion of the previous fight. A sixth rank had cultivator lost to a lightning cultivator? This was absolutely unbelievable!

Before the crowd could dwell any further on their thoughts, a loud voice echoed within the vicinity.

“This is the final battle! Both of you, get ready!”

The bald elder conveyed through his booming voice.

The crowd felt their hearts racing as they waited in anticipation for the last and final battle of the first round!

*thump*   *thump*

The winner of this battle would immediately enter the top fifty ranks of the disciples, and have the chance to become one of the elite students of the Red Boar School!

Suddenly, the large blond haired boy turned towards the elder and removed his armband as he firmly stated.

“I surrender.”

“I surrender.”

Silence.

The crowd mutely watched the current scene unfold before them. A sixth rank cultivator had actually surrendered before the fight had even started!

“What kind of battle is this?”

Some members of the audience complained, as they did not get to see the final battle of the batch.

“Batch forty-two’s battle has ended, and the winner is… Calron!”

The bald Elder yelled when he saw that the blonde haired boy had removed his armband.

Although he was also a bit disappointed in not being able to watch more antics of that hilarious lightning boy, he still had to follow the rules of the tournament.

“Calron… so that is the funny boy’s name… “

The crowd muttered amongst themselves as they etched Calron’s name to their minds.

“Let’s see how he does in the actual ranking battles. Every single one of those disciples should be the strongest of their batches, so he won’t be able to con his way through the second round!”

Some members of the crowd whispered as they eagerly awaited the second round of the tournament. Although, they found the lightning boy amusing, they had still not seen any display of power from him.

“Disciple Calron, come in front to receive your new armband.”

The bald Elder stated in a serious tone.

“Uh, yes!”

Calron hurriedly replied as he got out of his daze.

He was completely taken aback when Tarth had suddenly surrendered. Calron was hoping for a decent battle, and he did not understand why Tarth would suddenly surrender.

Unbeknownst to Calron, his past incident with Tarth had deeply scarred the blonde haired boy and given birth to an instinctual fear within him!

Slowly walking up to the bald Elder, Calron patiently waited as the Elder took out a pearl-white armband from within a small wooden box, and presented it to Calron in front of the crowd.

“Regardless of what happened today, you are the final one standing and thus the victor of this batch. Congratulations, and this is the armband that will let you compete in the top fifty ranks. Good luck!”

The bald Elder said with an amused smile on his face.

“I will help myself then!”

Calron casually stated as he picked up the white armband and placed it on his right arm.

“Woohooo! Big brother won!”

A loud cheer suddenly erupted from the audience.

“Fatty?”

………………..

“He won… he actually won!”

A red haired girl within the audience quietly whispered with utter shock on her face.

What surprised her even more than the dark haired boy winning was the fact that Tarth had actually willingly surrendered!

Having known the obnoxious boy for several years, Lora knew just how much pride the blonde haired boy had, and for him to do something like this, there must be another reason.

How could Lora know that Calron had already miserably beaten up Tarth before!

“Pfft, I still can’t believe he ripped someone’s robes off in a battle!”

Lora softly murmured as she burst into fit of silent laughter.

……………

“The second round will begin shortly, so quickly go to the main stadium and register under that white armband. You will then get your entry number and be officially recognized as the contender for the top fifty positions.”

The bald Elder stated, as he gave a rough pat on Calron’s shoulder.

“Yes, Elder! I will take my leave now.”

Calron replied as he rushed to meet up with Fatty.

“Big brother! I knew you would win! Look, I won too!”

Fatty excitedly yelled as Calron approached him, while simultaneously showing his white armband on his right arm.

Unlike Calron, Fatty had no restriction on revealing his element! After his battle had started, Fatty had viciously attacked every disciple near him regardless of their cultivation, until only disciples of the fifth and sixth rank remained in the ring.

Just with his cultivation of the third rank, Fatty had completely suppressed everyone!

He easily defeated even the fifth rank cultivators, and only the last sixth rank cultivator had given a slight resistance under Fatty’s brutal onslaught.

The reason for Fatty’s overwhelming strength hid within the Axier Family’s cultivation secrets! How could the cultivation techniques of such an influential family that even the city Lord of Vernia himself would have to pay respects to, be so simple?

Fatty’s display of power had completely shocked the audience, and right after he was declared his batch’s winner, several Masters had approached Fatty to make him their personal disciple!

Evading their requests with stupid responses, Fatty had quickly left his ring and returned to watch his big brother’s fight.

“Haha, I knew you would win, Fatty! By the way, did anyone become suspicious of you?”

Calron gave a low chuckle as he saw the excited Fatty, and quietly asked his question.

Both Elias and Calron knew that Fatty cultivated in his family’s secret arts, and the astonishing might he had. Fatty had even once challenged Calron to a spar after receiving the Axier family’s techniques from his sister.

Fatty had hoped to at least deal a serious strike against his brother; however, with just using the Blood Legacy, Calron had easily suppressed him!

Within the past few months, not only had Calron increased his cultivation, he had also become much more proficient in the control of his source energy and the Blood Mist Step!

“Hehe, of course not, big brother! I used my brains and smartly evaded all their questions!”

Fatty responded while puffing up his chest in pride.

If Calron or Elias had heard some of the idiotic responses that Fatty gave to the other Masters, they would have banged their heads against a brick wall!

“Hmm, alright, let’s go to the stadium! The second round should begin soon!”

Calron cheerfully said as he pushed Fatty to start walking towards the center of the Arena.

…………….

Meanwhile, within the audience, a blind old man was currently sitting as he gazed into the crowd in front of him.

Tapping his wooden stick against the ground, the old man slowly walked.

“I sometimes forget that he is only eight years old, Haha!”

Elias softly murmured as he gave out a small laugh.

He had watched the fight of both his disciples, but he had been focusing more on Calron’s battle so that there were no possible accidents that might happen. Unlike Roran, if Calron had a sudden burst of rage while fighting, there would be fatal repercussions for those around him!

This was the first time that Calron would be fighting in public, so Elias had been extremely worried about his first disciple.

However, contrary to his worries, Calron had completely stunned him by the antics he displayed in front of everyone.

“I just hope this does not become a habit… I will have to talk to him later about a person’s sensitive body parts, so he understands why he can’t ask anyone he meets to remove their pants! Haha… ”

Elias gently said, as he could not hold back his laughter.

………………

“Alright, so ‘Calron’ has been registered in the top fifty ranks. After the tournament has been concluded, your rank will be assigned to you.”

A young lady in her twenties strictly stated as she handed back Calron his white armband.

“You are the fifteenth in line for your duel, so please wait at the contestants’ booth.”

The young lady declared in a serious tone.

Before Calron and Fatty had reached the main stadium, sounds of a battle could already be heard and they knew they were late.

Fatty had stopped in the middle of their walk to go to the bathroom, so Calron was forced to wait for his brother.

Fortunately, all fifty batch winners must participate in the second round, so they were allowed to be registered after a quick scolding from the organization Elder.

“Hehe, I’m the third in line for the duel, so I will get to fight before big brother!”

Fatty excitedly claimed as he dragged Calron to the contestants’ booth.

Just as the two brothers entered the booth, a relieved voice sounded in their ears.

“Rory! You made it!”

A blur in a blue dress suddenly rushed towards the boys, as she happily hugged Fatty.

“Big sister!”

Fatty exclaimed in a similarly joyous tone.

Meanwhile, Calron just silently backed away. He knew that Felice still held a grudge against him, so he did not want to give her any chance to act on him.

“Hmph, how did a bunch of trashes like them enter the top fifties? Sigh… this school is seriously lowering their standards.”

A deep rumbling voice echoed in the booth.

Seeing the new figure, Calron felt his blood boiling as he restrained the rage he felt welling up inside him!

Calron could never forget the first time someone dealt him a vicious blow and drew his blood.

“Chax!”

A savage growl was heard, as a bloodthirsty aura suddenly emanated around Calron!