Chapter 0: Prologue
Chapter 0: Prologue
Author: Larvender_Knight
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Great Emperor World. A world, that had the Heaven's presence above it and Hell's curse below it.
This world, is the only known Realm. That is 70% inhabitanting by the humans. With, Four Grand Continents and One Great Sea. That spreads the world, with a massive landscape.
Today, In the Holy Immortal Continent's, Mainland.
Ten Thousand Saint Sword Sect, one of five Main Sect of Holy Immortal Continent was extremely lively.
[Saint Sword Mountain]
"Disciples of my Ten Thousands Saint Sword Sect! Now, the movement we have been waiting for has finally arrived!"
"It is' bout time, we start the grand finale of this year's Core Tournament!" Declared the man, wearing a grey robe with black lines. He carried a gentle smile on his face. The crowd cheering out loudly from the declaration of the match.
He was a man in his mid's with long black hair tied in a ponytail. He had a majestic voice, with a bulky build, sharp eyes and fair skin. He stood on top of the glorious Saint Mountain, one of the many mountains owned by Ten Thousands Saint Sword Sect, located at the West side of the Sect.
It was a majestic peak of 8,890 ft tall forest mountain, its peak trying to reach the low clouds of the sky. It had many dazzling waterfalls falling from its peak, to the ground. Beautiful rainbows around the mountain.
Today, he was hosting the Sect traditional Tournament.
Where all the Core Disciples of the Sect compete against each other. Evaluating the ranks of all core disciples. They also may have a chance to be promoted into a head disciples of the Sect, if they did well in the tournament.
"Woahh!!"
"Finally…! We can finally see Senior Brother Feng in action again!"
"Hahaha! My fellow friends, place your bets! The bet is on! I bet a thousand Qi Crystal on Senior Brother Feng! Quick, you all also bet before the match starts!"
"Damn Bastard, so you have finally arrived! I will be betting a thousand crystals on Senior Brother Wang then."
"Fatty, take my bet! Of five hundred in Senior Brother Feng!"
"My bet on Brother Wang…"
Soon, the Disciples of Sect began swarming around the betting table, placing their bets on the victory of the soon coming fighters.
They all were in a five storey majestic arena, built in a circle on top of Saint Sword Mountain flat surface. The battle stage in the middle of the arena.
The arena itself was a gorgeous building, built with the rarest material in the continent, the rainbow wood. It was the pride of Thousands Saint Sword Sect, as each and every decade. The top sects had to travel in their land to compete for the Five Great Sect Tournament, as they possessed the best arena for the tournament.
Murmur!
Murmur!
"Then, without wasting any more of our time now. Let us welcome our two core disciples, who have reached the final…"
Cheer!
Cheer!
"Core Disciple Feng Jiao-long and Wang Lee to the stage!" The man called forth the name, waiting patiently. He was the Third Elder of Thousands Saint Sword Sect, Xiong Hou. Who was also the overseer of this tournament, by the sacred decree of Sect Master.
(A/N: Guess the MC of our story?)
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Fwoosh!
Fwoosh!
"Look! Senior Brother Feng and Wang have arrived!" shouted one of the disciples, pointing out in the sky. Everyone's attention soon turned to the sky, noticing two figures slowly descending from the sky.
Cheer!
Soon, those two figures descended from the sky to the stage of the arena. Both of them wore grey robes with silver stripes, showing their status as the proud core disciple of the Sect.
Many audiences were wearing grey robes with red stripes, showing their status of Inner disciples.
While the Outer disciples couldn't be presented in this tournament, because of the rule of not allowing outer disciples to enter the Inner Court Mountain or any higher mountain than the Inner Court Mountains.
"Disciple Wang Lee, are you ready?" The Elder Xiong Hou asked, looking at the young man on the left.
Nod!
Elder Xiong soon received a nod from Wang Lee. Who had his long black curly hair released behind his back, two curly bangs falling to his eyebrows. He was a handsome man with muscular build, sharp pairs of eyes.
"Disciple Feng Jiao-long, what' bout you?"
"I'm also ready, Elder Xiong." Feng Jiao-long said, looking at the arena. He saw at least a thousand of numbered Inner Disciples in the arena with Three Elders on top of the arena.
The Third, Fourth and Fifth Elders.
He then soon turned to his opponent Wang Lee, observing him. A smile appearing on his dazzling face.
He was a handsome young man, with long jet black hair tied in a loose braided ponytail, his unusual red pupils giving him a mysterious presence.
"Good! Then, In the count of three. We will begin the battle." Elder Xiong Hou said, watching both of the core disciples ready to fight.
He looked at the other two Elders with him, who nodded in approval for the match.
"As you say, Elder Xiong. Brother Feng, let's fight fair and square." Wang Lee said, giving a sweet smile. He turned to his opponent, bowing with his fist cupped.
"Sure, Same to you Brother Wang. Let's fight fair." Feng Jiao-long replied, standing infront of Wang Lee. He also cupped his fist firmly.
"Then…"
Both of them meeting their eye's, hearing the count of Elder Xiong Hou.
"1…"
"2…"
"3… Fight!"
Whoooosh!
As, the count reached three. Both the disciples hastily sprinted forward, the harmonious atmosphere immediately turning into a chaotic one.
Clang!
Feng Jiao-long and Wang Lee both withdrew their swords, colliding against each other.
Crick!
A huge collision took place in the arena, both of them releasing their Qi pressure. They tried imitating each other with their Cultivation base with Wang Lee releasing pure Blue Qi, Feng Jiao-long releasing the glistering Silver Qi.
Fwoosh!
Soon, both of them retreated backward. Both of them refusing to take their eyes off each other, Wang Lee had victory determined eyes. Feng Jiao-long having a careless one.
Whoooosh!
They both once again charged in. Their sharp swords clashing against each other, both of them releasing a heavy pressure. Everyone in the audience left in awe, the strength of this two Senior Brothers was too profound.
Slash!
Clang!
Wang Lee and Feng Jiao-long both exchanging hundreds of slashes, they both still had to scratch each other's flesh.
Slash!
Cling!
Clang!
"Brother Wang, It seems like you have improved quite alot. In this given time of a few years." Feng Jiao-long remarked, fending off Wang Lee attacks with ease.
"It, of course, has been three years since we last duelled. I obviously have improved a lot. Still, thanks for Brother Feng's praises." Wang Lee replied, a hint of arrogance lingering in his words.
He soon began using his swift footsteps, trying to outspeed Feng Jiao-long, attacking at him more furiously.
Clang!
Clang!
Clank!
Both of their swords collided, firey flare sparking in the arena. All audiences were left amazed by their duel. While the Elders attentively observed the battle, something kept bugging them from inside.
'Why isn't he..?' Fifth Elder thought, looking at the clashing figure.
Hai~
"So, this is all you can do, huh? I guess. It is enough to play then." Feng Jiao-long suddenly stated, leaping behind. He caught his sword in a straight posture, his body slightly levitating in the air.
'??!' Wang Lee was surprised, with the sudden retreat of Feng Jiao-long in their heated exchanges of swords.
"Secret Sword Formula First Formula: Sword Birth!" Feng Jiao-long muttered, his pressure rumbling the entire stage.
Rumble!
The entire arena slightly rumbled, Qi around mountain surling around him. Feng Jiao-long soon created hundreds of swords with his Sword Qi, all hovering above him.
Vroooom!
"Wha..! Impossible, You have learned the Secret Sword Formula! No way, it can't be possible!" Wang Lee exclaimed, his body trembling. It was not only him, but everyone were completely baffled by the sudden revelation. As, everyone could feel the tremendous pressure released from the Feng Jiao-long.
As, even the Elders were shocked by this revelation. Fifth Elder carrying a confused face.
Secret Sword Formula; A sword formula created by the first ancestor of Thousands Saint Sword Sect, Holy Sword Saint. It had a total of seven formulas, each being extremely hard to master. Its rank is evaluated to be a supreme grade technique. While, only the Elders and Sect Master have been able to master this formula, with even very few Elders being able to master the second level of this sword formula.
Vroooom!
"Be ready, Brother Wang. My swords are coming for you." Feng Jiao-long releasing light laughter from his mouth, his pupils glowing crimson. He slowly raised his sword, pointing it to Wang Lee. Then, immediately all of his Qi swords that were hovering in the sky launched at him.
Swooosh!
Swooosh!
Swish!
"Krgh!" Wang Lee grunted, parrying the rain of swords thrown at him.
Swish!
Clank!
Feng Jiao-long peacefully hovered through the sky, thousands of swords floating behind him. He silently observed the situation. While…
Swish!
Bam!
Clank!
'Damn it! I now have to use my trump card! I was planning to use it later. But… Damn it!' Wang Lee grunted and cursed, parrying off the sword's attacks. There were just too many swords thrown at him, for him to block.
Clank!
Clang!
Wang Lee, defending himself, patiently waited to use his trump card. As his wrist, cheeks were bleeding because of the cut from the swords, he wouldn't parry.
"Senior Brother Wang is surely defeated! Haha, I am so glad. I placed my bet on Senior Brother Feng."
"No! This can't be! I am losing my bet. My hundred crystals! Wu…"
"Hahaha. What an idiot, did you really thought. Brother Wang could defeat Senior Brother Feng? The Prince and once in a thousand years Prodigy of the Great Denglong Empire."
"Kyaa! Senior Brother Feng is so cool! I want him to be my daddy!"
With the crowd cheering out loudly. The Elders needed to create a protection array around the arena, to protect the disciples from the heated sparks of Wang Lee and Feng Jiao-long battle.
'Now!' Wang Lee declared, taking one step backwards. His eyes, sharp as that of a sword. A sudden change in the pace of the winds occurred.
Whooooosh!
"Wind Saint First Manual: Wind Eagle!" Wang Lee charged, moulding the winds around him into a majestic Wind Eagle.
"What! A saint manual! He has already opened his Saint path!" The Fourth Elder exclaimed in amazement, jolting up from his chair.
The Fifth Elder not much interested in the matter, the Third Elder carrying on his commentary.
Whooosh!
"Woah! What a turn of events! Who could have thought a Core disciple could master a Saint Manual! Now the match has become much more intensified." Third Elder Xiong Hou said, the protection array protecting the audiences from the gale of winds.
Many disciples, who had placed their bet on Wang Lee carrying a hope in their heart. They began cheering for Wang Lee, the very next second everyone their hope once again scattering into pieces.
"Water Saint First Manual: Water Step"
Feng Jiao-long chanted, his steps engulfed by the water.
Fwoooosh!
Feng Jiao-long dodged the Wind Eagle, his steps as light as that of a water.
Shock!
'Saint Manual!' Wang Lee, Third Elder, Fourth Elder and Disciples gasped in shock. A smirk appears on the Fifth Elder's face, watching the other two Elders reaction.
"Charge!" Feng Jiao-long commanded all the remaining swords striking Wang Lee at the same time.
Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
'This…!' Wang Lee grunted, his eyes widened open, hands trembling. He looked over the clouds in the sky, his despair clouding his eyes.
Thousands of swords fell from the clouds, tearing apart the winds controlled by Wang Lee.
Feng Jiao-long had been hiding 60% of the swords he created above the clouds, with 40% of the swords used to distract him. He did it, to end the match in one strike. There is no way one man can defend himself against six thousand swords.
Clank!
"Brother Wang Lee, surrender. It is the end." Feng Jiao-long suggested, his eyes ruthless. As Wang Lee moulded another Wind Eagle trying to defend against the sword.
Sadly, he could only destroy half of the swords. As, more than Two thousands swords raining down on him.
`'Good, I can fend off this amount sword.' Wang Lee thought, lips lips forming a relieved smile. He tightened his grip to the hilt, ready to fly.
Stab!
Splash!
"Wha… Kugh!" Wang Lee's voice trembled, gripping the sword stabbed behind his back. Fresh blood trickling out of his body, his robe soaked in blood.
Feng Jiao-long had used his Water Step to sneak behind him, stabbing him with the sword.
"You think, I only have those swords in the sky as my weapon? What naive thinking." Feng Jiao-long said, his face not even flinching from the blood that splashed at his face.
Swish!
Stab!
Stab!
Swords from the sky stabbed at Wang Lee injured body, soon Third Elder appearing infront of Wang Lee.
"Stop!" Third Elder Xiong Hou ordered, raising his palm. He immediately shattered all the swords with his Qi pressure, quickly turning to Wang Lee.
'Good, it seems his internal organs weren't damaged.' He thought, glancing at Wang Lee. He was stabbed by at least fifteen swords, all of them pierced through his flesh.
Feng Jiao-long retreated his sword, receiving a look from the Third Elder. He leaped behind, swinging his sword. He splashed the blood out of his swords.
Soon, a loud burst of cheers sounded from the audience.
Cheer!
Cheer!
"Silence!" The Third Elder demanded silence, which he soon received. Then, without any delay. He announced…
"The winner of this year's Core Tournament of our Ten Thousands Saint Sword Sect is Feng Jiao-long! Now, the tournament is finished. Now, scatter to your respective mountains!" Third Elder Xiong Hou said, giving a quick command.
He picked up, gravely injured Wang Lee, who was unconscious by the vicious attack of Feng Jiao-long.
'It has been 8 years, huh?' Feng Jiao-long blankly staring at the disappearing figure of Third Elder and Wang Lee. He also flew out of the arena.
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A/N: Hey guys. I'm a new author, Larvender_Knight.
This is my first novel, so there may be many mistakes in my early chapters. But… I promise to improve the chapters as I stake up my chapters.
And… English is my third language. Though, I won't use it as an excuse to write poor quality Chapters.
So, I do hope. You won't pick me on, for some awkward sentences. And, support this work.