Emperor's Reckoning

Chapter 597: Sweeping

(Why now?) thought Hilde. She was the first to notice how Lyon fare against a young adult Golden Dragon. There was nothing in this world that was capable of doing such a feat, let alone someone from the Mortal World.

He had captivated the First Heaven. There was no telling how high he would do now considering the first round ended with his complete and utter victory.

He raised his foot before stepping on the first step. He kept his arms crossed as he looked up.

All of the participants halted their fight as they looked at him. It would be foolish not to see him as a threat now. 

“Don’t get so cocky! Outsider!” said one of the cultivators on the first step. He drew his spear before charging forward.

Lyon didn’t even leer as he took one half-step back to dodge the pathetic attempt. 

“Ah?” the cultivator lost his momentum. His eyes opened wide (shit!).

He quickly turned around before with his panting breath, however, his spear was pointed against no one. 

“Whe-“

A ruthless kick suddenly came from above as the man’s entire face swallowed the foot. The ruthless crack brought the others to their knees as the victim himself lost his consciousness as he flew in the air.

Lyon casually landed as he turned around and faced the other cultivators on the first step.

“You guys can’t even make me use my hand, jump, or should I force you?” said Lyon as he smirked.

“What?”

“You cocky brat!”

“Eat those words!”

The cultivators raged and punched at him at the same time. 

“Hmph,” Lyon snorted as he moved to the second step to dodge them all. He used the platform as a pivot before landing another kick to one of the cultivators, immediately eliminating them as well.

“I can see it in your eyes, you thought you would gain merit by knocking me out, heh,” Lyon smirked before he moved at a blinding speed. 

Few cries occurred before he was the only one left on the first step. He snorted before he then took the second step above.

“Now, then, are you going to jump, or should I make you?” said Lyon as he gave out the same option.

Cherie muttered, “He is…”

“Lyon, you…” muttered Hilde.

“That bastard!” Raul gritted his teeth.

Tael suddenly laughed, “Hahaha! You guys have been bullying my people so much, looks like he is going to make you all taste your own medicine.”

Carius nodded, “He is going to sweep each step!”

“Talk about overbearing,” smiled Porealus as he tried to control his panting.

(Amazing, big brother) grinned Zet.

The four kings had apparent displease from their faces as a mortal bullied the First Heaven cultivator. However, they could do nothing as they watched Lyon eliminate all of the cultivators on the second step as well.

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Then he made it to the third step, then fourth, then fifth.

The crowd was astounded shut as they watch him reign them all. There was no one that could content his might. He didn’t even open his arms all the while shouldering the pressure from the four kings.

“He didn’t even flinch at all.”

“Not even a sweat.”

“Is he really a mortal cultivator?”

The crowd couldn’t comprehend the might of the young man. Daring enough to offend the two kingdoms, his life should be full of worry and anxiety during the whole tournament, however, not only did he not have those emotions, he was confident and arrogant at the same time.

“He didn’t even open his crossed arms,” muttered Hilde as she averted her glance toward the four kings. “Are they really going to let this pass?”

Lyon took on the sixth step as he looked at Altre. The latter was glaring fiercely as he uttered his name, “TORGA!”

Lyon smirked, “Heh, it’s you, do I need to redo what I did to you then.”

Altre’s veins immediately popped up as it was visible on his temple.

“Pfft! Hahaha!” Porealus immediately busted out laughing.

“TORGA!” Altre shouted before he jumped down to the sixth step like a raging bull. 

Lyon smirked as he leaped against him head-on before somersaulting with his arms still crossed. The speed was perfect as the base of his right foot slammed against Altre’s face. 

“Heh,” Lyon snorted as he used his left foot to kick his chin, somersaulting Altre back on the seventh step with a bloody nose.

Lyon casually landed on the sixth step as the other cultivators on the same step backed away from him. 

He still stood there with his arms crossed. He looked at Altre covering his mouth and nose but the blood still escaped from the gap between his fingers. 

“Brother!” shouted Felicia before she step down to the seventh step. The pressure that she felt immediately lifted off greatly. She was immediately by Altre’s side then slightly console him.

“Are you alright?”

Altre didn’t answer her sister’s question but glared at Lyon. He couldn’t believe he fell for such a petty trick. 

Felicia turned her glance before she glared at the young man who was smirking against them both. She jumped to the sixth step as the other cultivators back away.

The crowd gulped. They knew she was the strongest one of the siblings.

“Is she going all out? In a narrow space like that?”

“Maybe not, it’s too risky, she is on the sixth step.”

Lyon furrowed his eyebrows before he opened his arms. The gesture immediately caught the others by surprise. The whole time, none of them could force him to use his hands, now the figure standing in front of him could.

“I thought that you’re getting busy with Ivy,” said Lyon as he shrugged.

Felicia didn’t answer as her sharp eyes turned beastlike. She slightly leaned forward before she disappeared from the crowd’s eyes.

Lyon’s eyebrows twitched (She is faster than before!). 

Felicia furrowed her eyebrows as her eyes opened wide. Her full force fist was grabbed by the young man. She looked up before noticing that his eyes had turned golden.

The crowd gawked in disbelief as they saw him not only stopping, but actually catching the fist from Felicia. Amongst them were the experts, but even they couldn’t fathom how quick Lyon was to react to such a sudden onslaught.

Between two masters, one second could determine life and death. 

The crowd immediately noticed that these two were in their own league. It was only natural that Lyon could sweep the other cultivators as he made his way up.

“Ashamed, you could have fought Cecile instead,” said Lyon as he smirked. “Sadly, she didn’t partake in this tournament for some reason.”

He sighed as he lamented.

“Anyway,” Lyon’s eyes turned ghastly, “I will not hold back just because you’re a beautiful woman.”

“?!” Felicia tried to pull her hand but Lyon’s grip was stronger. 

Lyon pulled her in before giving her abdomen a kick.

“Guha!” She spat out as her body arched. 

“Hmph,” Lyon let go of his grip before he use his palm against the center of her bosom.

“Gah!”

Her body was pushed several steps back to Lyon’s disbelief. 

“She has gotten stronger since last time,” he muttered. (Ah crap, fighting against her in this narrow space is not ideal!).

Felicia was panting but she didn’t puke out blood. Her body tenacity was astonishing. She was still glaring against Lyon with her fingers slowly buried into her palms.

Lyon furrowed his eyebrows before both of them fought one another once more.

Few blows could be heard as he was keeping up with the arduous skill from the woman. The crowd was left speechless as the past ten winners seriously looked at the escalating situation.

“Though the space is narrow, both of them adapt quite well,” uttered Cherie.

“I’m more concerned about those pair of golden eyes,” uttered Wanda. She noticed that Lyon had changed a little. (His eyes were black before, whose blessing did he use).

She puckered up a smile as she crossed her arm. “He harbors a lot of secrets it seems.”

“What do you mean mother?” asked Cherie.

Wanda shook her head with a smile.

The four kings at the eleventh step were looking down with keen interest but the Golden Dragon King felt unrest as he saw Lyon. The aura that was surrounding the youth subtly challenged the latter. 

The king furrowed his eyebrows as he refrain to say a word. He looked at his son that was standing with his eyes of disbelief. (He notices it too).

Lyon didn’t conjure up to the point where the four golden tails sprung out. He knew that Felicia won’t be able to go all out in this narrow space and neither did he. There was no point in wasting his energy over a useless fight.

Lyon furrowed his eyebrows (alright, play time’s over). He timed his palm against her.

*Boom!

The two struck each other at the same time as they were pushed away from one another.

The other cultivators didn’t dare to join this level of a fight. Though they were definitely conquering in numbers, they were afraid that it would only slow Felicia down.

However, though the two of them seemed to be equal in their series of exchanged blows, the aftermath revealed who was better than who.

Hilde shook her head, “Felicia might be strong but she is not strong enough to handle him for long.”

She looked at the sister of the sibling panting whilst the young man that she fought still had a smirk on his face.

“There is no reason for us to fight here,” said Lyon as his eyes turned back to normal. “You can’t go all out and neither can’t I.”

Felicia was struggling to say a word but Lyon shook his head before he eliminated the cultivators nearby by surprise.

“Guwah!” The cultivators wailed as they fell.

“One, two, three,… oh, I only need to eliminate one more person,” said Lyon as he looked at the cultivators in the seventh step.

The host had said that the round will end once they found ten participants. Now, there was eleven.

Lyon shrugged before he leaped to the seventh step. The cultivators immediately rushed behind Altre, but Felicia followed him.

“I see,” said Lyon before he smirked.

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