Level 3 Super Strength Trait

...…

"Hell yeah!" Azmodeus shouted, a fervent look on his face. He had finally gotten what he wanted!

It had taken over 1,100 Evolution Essence to obtain, but it was all worth it in the end!

'With this new Trait, my physical strength has taken another boost in the right direction. If I'm correct in my speculations, then I should now be close to reaching the Middle Stages of the 20% Tempering Marrow Realm in overall combat power.'

After coming to this conclusion, he decided to dump all of his remaining Evolution Essence into upgrading the level of his new Super Strength Trait.

[Ding! You have used up 11,100 Evolution Essence in order to upgrade your Super Strength Trait from Level 0 [0/100] to Level 3 [0/100,000]]

[Ding! Your overall combat power has tremendously improved!]

Following the system notifications and a surge of strength from within, Azmodeus immediately opened up his system interface.

BLING!

__________

{[Infinite Evolution System]}

[Host: Azmodeus]

[Race: Human]

[Lifespan: 12/102]

[Cultivation: Absolute Peak Stages of the Peak Pulse Condensation Minor Realm (Body Refinement Major Realm.)]

[Overall combat power: Late Stages of the 20% Tempering Marrow Minor Realm]

[Level: 29]

[Evolution Essence needed for stepping into the next level: 15,000]

[Evolution Essence Bank: 14,000 → 2,900]

{[Stats:]}

[Strength: 178 + 84 (262)]

[Speed: 176]

[Defense: 179]

[Qi: 185]

[Cultivation Talent: 161]

[Spiritual Roots: Crystallized Embryo] (Rank: ???)

{[Assimilated Evolution Traits/Qualities]}

[Inherited Traits and Active Species Alterations:

[Stealth - Level 4] (J Rank) → [0/100,000]

[Mirror Mirage - Level 3] (I Rank) → [0/100,000]

[Super Strength - Level 3] (I Rank) → [0/100,000]

__________

After grasping the extent of his newfound strength, Azmodeus scanned around the fighting ring and noticed that the last of the opponents were locked in a battle against each other.

And of the last thirty or so contestants, a few of the more sinister ones had their eyes on the boy who was 'dozing' off in a corner of the ring…

"We should just go knock him out! Taking out the trash before the real fights start will be beneficial for us, brothers!" remarked a young man with more facial hair than muscle, his hands already tightly gripping onto his longsword.

"I agree! Let's just kick him out of the ring — real quick and easy!" Another boy around fifteen chimed in, agreeing with the first man while summoning his inner strength, preparing to unleash his most powerful technique.

A third, blonde-haired youth, added, "I think we should have him lower his guard first. What do you guys think?"

"Yeah, we can do that! Simply play the kind and magnanimous seniors willing to help out the newbie!"

After the suggestion made by the man with facial hair, all three of them, boasting Viscera Training Large Success cultivation, moved toward the lone twelve-year-old boy.

Upon making it just a few meters away from the boy, the bearded leader asked in a 'kind' voice, "Why don't you let us seniors—?"

However, before he could even finish his sentence while rubbing his hands like a schemer, a kick came flying out of nowhere!

BAM!

"!!!"

The bearded man was sent flying outside the ring in a split second, with no time to react!

Before he even knew what had happened, his head slammed on the back of a hard concrete wall that separated the arena from the spectator stands!

BAM! CRACK!

A large spider web crack spread across the wall as the scrawny man was left unconscious and sliding down the wall, eventually hitting the tough floor.

"…" 

"…"

The two remaining sinister youths watched this scene play out with dumbfounded looks on their faces.

However, they were soon snapped out of their stupors by the voice of the boy who was responsible for the carnage.

"I don't like people like you — people who use their power to bully those they think are far weaker than themselves. In my eyes, you are nothing more than trash."

Azmodeus felt nothing but disdain for these three losers who thought it was a smart strategy to target the 'weakest' person in the competition before moving on to the strongest ones.

'First of all, that doesn't even make any sense, and second, can't you aim higher?? Why not fight someone stronger!?'

Azmodeus couldn't understand the thought process of these fools, but regardless of his disgust towards them, his figure blurred as he dashed in the direction of the first youth before moving on to the second one. Without anyone in the crowd being able to see a single thing, both of the young men were hurled into two separate arena walls, froth oozing from their mouths!

"…"

A hush fell over the Yang Sect Arena as the spectators and even some VIP members focused on the small framed boy. A boy who had taken down three Viscera Refining Large Success Stage Cultivators as easily as breathing…

'There were only five of such cultivators who had entered the entire competition, you know!? And now, three of them were taken out of the game just like that!'

"Just how the hell was that boy able to accomplish that…?" Elder Yong muttered in disbelief.

"I don't know, Elder Yong, but one thing is certain. This boy could be something big, something that our sect has been looking for over the past century," Elder Dong murmured, his antiquated gaze never leaving the black-haired boy, who had nonchalantly taken a seat in the fighting arena.

"Is he… taking a break??" Elder Bin inquired, shock etched across his face.

He had never heard of someone who had the guts to take a break in the middle of a competition…

'Just how brazen can one child be?? And especially someone who, not even a couple of days ago, was deemed nothing more than irredeemable trash of the highest caliber! It doesn't make even the slightest bit of sense, no matter how many times I think it over!'

...…