Immortal Supreme: Sovereign of the Grand Dao

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"Nine Layered Waves: Level three!"

*Boom!*

"Argh!"

Tens of disciples got sent flying out of the battle ring at the same time.

The Elders present were surprised when they saw that technique being used.

"Is that the sect's martial arts technique, Nine Layered Waves?"

"It is, and surprising he has comprehended it up to the third level in just two months after entering the sect."

A regular genius would spend twice that amount of time to master up to the third level of the technique.

"This kid is really a rare genius."

The elders had only praises for Arthur.

Just as they were digesting what they had seen, Arthur surprised them again.

"North Star Fist: Third Star!"

A luminous light shone on the battle arena and other tens of disciples were beaten out of the stage.

"What, he learned even that?!"

The elders got shocked now, as this would mean that Arthur spent a month on each technique and learned it up to the third level.

It wasn't just the elders, even the disciples were shocked too.

They knew by experience the difficulties that one would face when trying to master those techniques.

"Maybe his martial spirit is related to fist and palm techniques?" Someone thought out loud.

"That may be true. I would rather believe that is the case."

Sometimes when people struggle to accept a fact for what it is, they would find an explanation that is 'acceptable' to them.

That was what was happening right now. The disciples would prefer to attach Arthur's progress to the compatibility of the techniques with his martial spirit.

"But what if that isn't the case?" A more rational person questioned.

"Then we are all trash..."

"You are the one who is trash, not me! Don't drag others with you if you suddenly have your self-esteem lowered."

"Guys look!"

The discussion stopped as they found out that Arthur had suddenly increased his speed as the glow of his opponents' martial spirit illuminated him.

"Wind Ride..."

*Swoosh!*

Arthur moved in a blur and in the blink of an eye almost all of his attackers within a twenty-meter radius found themselves on the ground with varying degrees of injuries.

"Argh!"

"What happened?!"

"I don't know."

"It was like one moment he was standing there and in the next, he disappeared?"

Many were confused and if they didn't know any better it would look like they were acting it all out.

"No he did not disappear...that technique, I know it," an outer court disciple said.

"You know what happened? Quick tell us!"

"That was a rare movement technique called Wind Ride. It uses the wind to assist a person's speed and make it so swift that you wouldn't sense any movement."

"Woah! Such a technique should be very hard to master right?"

"Yes it is, it is one of those rare techniques that require the comprehension of intent to learn. And this Wind Ride technique requires you to have learned wind intent up to the third rank."

"Third Rank Wind Intent? No wonder I have never seen anyone use it. As even those with wind-type martial spirits are not guaranteed to have learned wind intent."

While the spectators watched and commented, the battle continued and it got more intense as time passed.

But anyone watching could see clearly that Arthur had the upper hand despite him being surrounded.

He had an exceptional battle sense and the more he fought, the faster he defeated his opponents, and someone finally noticed that fact.

"This guy, he is improving as he battles?"

Mark, the number one outer court disciple noticed this and spoke his thoughts out loud.

Those beside him were surprised but mostly refused to believe it. But they did look at Arthur more seriously.

If before they felt that he was arrogant, then now they felt that he was stronger than most.

Arthur had started to use his essence energy, and people had discovered that he was already at the Fourth Rank of the Gold Core Realm.

As for Arthur's opponents, their cultivation level ranged from the fourth rank to the seventh rank of the Gold Core Realm.

This astonished them to no end as Arthur was still only at the spirit condensation two months ago.

Time passed and Arthur's battle continued. It was as though there was no end to the people that he had to defeat.

'Did they buy off every single disciple here?' Arthur dismissed that thought as that would be impossible.

'But one thing is sure, those that are targeting me are in the hundreds. I see their plan now...they want to tire me out and make me reveal all my cards, and make it easy for the real pawns who are much stronger to defeat me.'

'A very good tactic, only...I have ten gold cores!'

Arthur's essence energy was purer and more condensed than other cultivators due to the very high rank of his cultivation technique.

The purity and thickness of the essence energy in one of his cores is ten times greater than that of a regular cultivator.

This was the effect of a high-level cultivation technique. And what made it more terrifying is that there are ten such cores in Arthur's Dantian.

'I have a hundred times more essence energy than the average cultivator!'

'These guys...they have no idea.' Arthur smiled in thought and began to fight more ferociously.

"Attack, he will run out of essence energy very soon at this rate!"

Sometime later...

"Why is he not running out of energy?!"

"I don't know, but do not halt your attacks! I don't believe he can beat all of us!"

Some more time later...

"Damn it! This guy's a monster!"

"We can't take him!"

Some began to feel reluctant to continue seeing how Arthur had been defeating everyone that attacks him with literally zero difficulties.

"We are losing!" The disciples were depressed.

'I didn't sign up for this!'

'I should have asked for more pay!'

Alas, there is no pill for regret...only pain.

"Argh!"

Just like that, the numbers on the fighting stage dwindled a lot, and soon...

"STOP!"

The Elder presiding over the ranking battle gave the order to stop.

Everyone obeyed and didn't attack further, but there were a few whose attack landed on their opponents right at the time they heard the voice.

"There are currently three hundred disciples left on the stage and this concludes the end of the first round, the Battle Royal!"

Arthur stood on the stage with his back straight and some noticed to their shock that he wasn't even out of breath, and neither was he sweating.

He still looked to be in his prime condition as when the battle started.

All through he had a calm expression on his face, as though he was not fazed by the fact that he just defeated hundreds of disciples.

This planted a seed in their hearts, one that will grow to be true...

'Is he invincible?'

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~~~~~~~~~NOTICE!~~~~~~~~

I may not update in the next six hours as planned. This is due to the current lack of power supply where I live.

I am sorry folks, the power supply here is as shitty as can be...

But not to worry, I will still upload 4 chapters within the next 24 hours.

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