Chapter 35: One vs Thirteen (1)
The aura of the two elders began to leak, threatening to assault Feng Zhiming.
"Let's see if you can handle this." they thought as Elder Lu's and Bu's aura rushed over to him.
However it had not even had a chance to affect him when sword intent rushed out from behind him and dispersed the aura.
Anissa stepped forward, her hands were crossed and her blue eyes pierced the elders, the sword intent proceeded to engulf the two elders and had them fall to their knees.
"Who is this freak!?" was what was going through their mind.
It was clear this girl was at the same stage as them yet she could suppress them so quickly and effortlessly.
For a moment they felt the threat of death loom over them.
Fortunately for them Feng Zhiming instructed Anissa to step back.
"Can you please explain who this person is, respected envoy?" Tian yu asked, ignoring the fact that his elders had made him lose face.
"Putting aside the fact that I do not owe you any explanations, I will explain regardless. She is a personal subordinate of mine not affiliated with the sect."
Tian Yu took a sharp breath in, how could this greatly talented swordswoman actually be subordinated to an Ethereal Core child?
"Like I said, I need you to destroy the Flowing River Sect."
Tian Yu was speechless, he wanted them to destroy a sect just like that, this wasn't killing a person, it was razing thousands of people.
If he agreed the Hiding demon sect would suffer greatly.
"It's not that simple, respected envoy."
Feng Zhiming raised his eyebrow.
"Go on and explain. Something so complicated that I cannot comprehend?"
He was not in the mood for excuses and diversions.
"It is something that would greatly impact our sect, we can't provoke the Flowing River Sect right now."
Feng Zhiming stood up and slowly walked over to Tian Yu, a look of annoyance in his eyes.
They stood at almost the same height.
"If I owned a dog and I asked it to bark, would the dog dare to tell me it cannot bark?"
Tian Yu was fuming, a junior at the Ethereal Core stage was actually referring to him as a dog.
"I am no dog, junior." He spoke while gritting his teeth and clenching his hands.
Feng Zhiming smiled.
"You're so furious you want to kill me?" he asked Tian Yu.
Tian Yu didn't answer.
"I'll give you one chance." It was time to wrap this up.
He waved his hand as he walked out of the hall, Anissa following closely behind him.
"I'm bored, gather all your Ethereal Core disciples and have them meet me at the training grounds.
Tian Yu understood what Feng Zhiming meant.
This level of humiliation wasn't enough.
He understood that if you want to use a sect to do your bidding, it is better to own that sect.
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A group of thirteen disciples stood before Feng Zhiming, all at various stages within the ethereal core but one of them was actually at the peak.
One might be led to believe that Feng Zhiming was not suited for combat due to a few of his techniques such as his demonic phenomena or art of demonic suppression.
One would be horribly wrong to make this assumption.
Feng Zhiming stood in the large training arena and began to warm up.
Feng Zhiming had a grand total of 6 proper techniques, and he had only used three of them since being thrown on to the Etheria continent.
The art of demonic cognizance, a technique that accelerated his thinking.
The art of demonic suppression, a technique that concealed him in different ways.
The Omen of death, his demonic phenomena, held the power of suggestion.
Feng Zhiming was happy that he would get a chance to fully exercise his strength, he had not had an actual chance thus far.
It would be good to jog his combat senses before his battle with the creature.
"Come attack me all at once." he taunted the thirteen people before him.
They all entered the stage.
"Whoever manages to damage me the most will receive entry into the Heavenly Divine Demon sect."
He didn't want them to hold back because of his current background.
The fight started instantly and the thirteen people circled him.
One person decided to take the initiative and stab at him with a sword.
Feng Zhiming moved out of the way of the sword and let the man's own momentum bring the back of his neck before Feng Zhiming.
He struck down on the man's neck, knocking him out.
Was he that powerful physically? Of course not, he was not a body cultivator.
This was his fourth technique, the art of demonic release.
This technique required infusing an extremely great amount of Qi into the surface of the area making contact with your opponent.
With no outlet the Qi would explode at the surface and harm no one but yourself, but when an opponent, more specifically a cultivator that is always absorbing Qi makes contact with and absorbs the hyper condensed Qi it causes an internal explosion, at the site of absorption.
The man who attacked him had been struck on the neck and the explosion had been enough to knock him out, Feng Zhiming didn't want to kill people who would be important for the attack on the Flowing River sect.
The remaining twelve were surprised but not disheartened just yet.
Three more people attacked him simultaneously one at the front and two to his sides.
He held out his arms on either side and used his telekinetic ability to slow down the attack on his sides.
The Girl in front of him met a swift end to her attack as he kicked her into the side of the arena.
After he dealt with her, he grabbed the two approaching on the sides headfirst with his right and left hand and slammed into the ground.
It was not just a matter of speed, but of thinking speed, he had used the art of demonic cognizance to accelerate his decision making and calculate the path of their attacks.
"The greatest disciples of the Hiding Demon sect can't land one hit on me?" he spoke with arrogance overflowing from his voice.