The Supreme God of Martial Arts

What the spiritual dragon did next only proved what the master of the spiritual race had said to be true.

The dragon was rather fond of the spiritual tree, and held it in deep regard. It did not dodge the roots that were coming at it.

On the contrary, it welcomed them, and granted them access to its mind. The spiritual tree rooted itself on the dragon's head, and

from afar, an observer got the illusion that tree and dragon were one creature.

‘This is amazing!" Austin was delighted at this sudden turn of events.

He had sensed earlier as the spiritual dragon gradually lost its will to fight.

It was clearly tamed by the spiritual tree.

‘Looks like this tree has many uses that | have yet to know of. No wonder it is considered the holy tree of their spiritual race; it

managed to subdue the dragon in a heartbeat!"

"Damn you!"

It was the master from the spiritual race, and he was directing his curses at Austin.

"Hey, human boy! This spiritual dragon is a private property of my master, who is a distinguished aristocrat.

| advise you to not even think of messing with him.

Surrender that beast to me! That spiritual tree, as well!

You know very well that it is considered holy by my race.

You are nothing but a mere outsider; you have no right to claim it for yourself!"

"What did you just say?" Austin chuckled with disbelief.

"You are demanding not only for the spiritual dragon, but for my spiritual tree as well?

Have you perhaps lost your damn mind?"

"You human bastard, do you want to die that badly?!" the master yelled back with fury.

He lunged for Austin at full speed, releasing enormous amounts of spiritual soul energy as he went.

As he drew closer, Austin was assaulted by what felt like several steel plates crushing him from all directions.

He was a little daunted by this.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Crimson ropes, each as thick as an average human arm, darted from behind the master's head and lurched towards Austin.

There were dozens of them, and they were coming at him with swift accuracy.

The master from the spiritual race was using the Puppet Strings technique.

He was quite adept at it, too, since only those who were incredible at this attack could create this many thick and powerful strings

at any given time.

Austin realized this, too.

This master was not an easy opponent to defeat.

Compared to him, the people from the spiritual race that Austin somehow enslaved were significantly weaker.

In the next instant, however, the spiritual tree shook free from the beast and flitted towards Austin.

The spiritual dragon then threw its head back and let out a menacing growl.

It moved forward and devoured the massive ropes that were coming at Austin. When it was done, it even flicked out its tongue to

lick the corners of its mouth, as if wanting more.

"Damn it all!" The master was once again cursing all over the place.

"I cultivated for so many years to reach this level to be able to unleash a powerful Puppet Strings attack, and this damn spiritual

dragon just chomped on my strings!

| hate you!" He spat out like a petulant child.

"I hate you and that stupid spiritual dragon!"

As if it took insult, the dragon let out a tiny roar and advanced towards the bawling master.

"Damn it!" cthe curse again, but this tthe master was sprinting away in fright.

He knew all too well what would happen if the dragon actually caught him.

As he escaped, he used his spiritual sense to send a message to the governor through the ground.

"Terrible news! A stupid human bastard took the spiritual dragon!"

Behind him Austin was in close pursuit.

"You want to run away?

That's never going to happen!"

He and Darby opened their Eyes of the Ghostdom Ancestor that emitted beams of darkness.

The moment the beam touched the fleeing master, he began to slow down against his will.

The spiritual dragon didn't miss a beat, and went in for the kill, its fangs glinting in the faint light. Terrified to his very core, the

master screamed in panic.

"Stay away from me!"

He was yelling and kicking in place, desperate to escape yet could not move an inch.

Austin clicked his tongue.

"He's still kicking up such a fuss even now. Let's see. Why don't | try to curb his hysteria by using the Puppet Strings?"

Right on cue, thousands of puppet strings cout from Austin's Soul Sea, and shot towards the panicking master.

"What's all this?!"

In spite of his terror, the master felt a sharp pang of anger break through, accompanied with sshock. "That's impossible!

The Puppet Strings is the secret skill of our race, passed on from generation to generation.

Only we can fully master the technique.

Human bastard, how cyou are able to wield the Puppet Strings?

This is impossible! This must be strick you're trying to play!"

As a matter of fact, Austin only began to practice this attack not too long ago.

By all rights, any master from the spiritual race would have been better than him at this secret skill.

However, the master's earlier combat with the spiritual tree and spiritual dragon had greatly hampered his strength.

He could not even fight back now. Austin's puppet strings tied the master up without much effort.

Even tied up, though, he was still making a ruckus, so the spiritual tree and dragon stepped up to subdue him.

In that smoment, on the grounds of the spiritual capital, the governor was waging battle against the trial participants.

While the fight was raging on rather fiercely, both parties seemed to be on equal footing, and neither one was appearing to be at

any disadvantage. Suddenly, the governor received a message from Morse, the master guarding the spiritual dragon below

ground. "What?" the governor exclaimed, disbelief written on his face.

"A human boy stole the spiritual dragon?

That's impossible; there must be smistake!

Are you sure of this?"

The governor's face was turning deathly pale.

It took his father a great deal of time, money, and resources to nurture that spiritual beast.

It was his father's lifetwork. Once his father found out that it was stolen right under their nose, he would go ballistic.

The governor knew what he should do.

"Fall back," he yelled at his troops.

"Follow me!" He gathered his people and prepared to lead them underground. The trial participants were baffled at the abrupt

about face of their opponents.

They exchanged puzzled looks, their weapons still firmly in their hands.

"What's this? What's going on?"

They watched as the enemies they were engaging in battle just a while ago dove into the ground one by one.

"Is it possible that they left for the vessel of spiritual crystal under the city?" one of the participants blurted out his thoughts,

breaking the dumbfounded silence that cover them when the last of the enemy had left. "If that's the case, then we must go

after them and take that vessel!"

Without further hesitation, they disappeared into the ground as well.

It was thus that Austin beca target of the governor and his people as well as the young talents and the earth immortals of the

major forces.

They were heading towards him from different directions. But he did not know that yet.

"Master!"

It was the master from the spiritual race, who was squirming only moments before but was now completely enslaved by Austin.

He bowed deeply.

In such a short the had becextremely loyal, and Austin was pleased.

"This is such an awesturn of events!"

He could sense that the spiritual dragon was still firmly under the spiritual tree's control.

The tree was once again deeply rooted on the dragon's head.

This meant that the dragon now belonged to him, and he could take full advantage of the beast's energy at will.

"Congratulations, master!" Lange piped up, obviously trying to curry favor.

"Now that you have tamed this spiritual dragon, even the great masters from our race are no match against you!"

The rest of Austin's slaves followed suit, singing his praises.

It was then that the governor and his people barged in.

"Morse!" the governor hollered.

"Where is this human brat who dared to take our treasure?" When he spotted the man he was looking for, he paused.

"Hang on. Why are you standing next to him?" He took a moment to assess the scene in front of him, but before anyone could say

a word, he was speaking again.

"I get it! You must have put this boy under your control. Ha-ha! | expected no less!

You really are good! Look how you've managed to make him your slave!

These damn participants all possess rune papers, which enable them to deflect the effects of the Puppet Strings.

| can't believe you've outsmarted them. Well done!" The governor then gave a merry, full-bellied laugh.

He was still chortling softly when the horde of trial participants entered the scene. Unlike the others, though, they were fully

familiar with the human brat standing before them.

Their prattle immediately filled the room.

"What's happening now?"

"Isn't that Austin Lin?"

"Why is he with the members of the spiritual race?"

All of a sudden another loud laughter, this one laced with malice, cut through the noise.

It was from one of the trial participants, and he was looking at Austin with loathing.

"This is great, isn't it, Austin? Never in a million years did | expect for you to end up like this. This is possibly the best day I've ever

had!"

Then he shot Austin with a murderous glare, and proclaimed, "You deserve this."

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