Easy Victory (Updated)

Back in the Battle Arena of the Cloud Moon city. Countless cultivators including the mortals were gathered there, each wanting to spectate heated battles between the younger generation.

In the Cloud Moon city, the Battle Arena was also known as the gathering location for talented youths. Every year, there will also be battles of smaller scales taking place, but the main highlight will always be the minor sect tournament that takes place every three years.

Nightin stood beside Lancelot as Lancelot stepped onto the battle platform. The moment the eight representatives of the eight sects were spread out, the judge started to announce the rules.

"Welcome to the 31st annual minor grade tournament as we behold the heated battles between the strongest youth of all the sects here. Now to invite..."

After a long speech which caused many people to doze off, the judge finally got to the rules. "This year will be different in order to speed up the progress of the tournament. It will be a chaotic fight as all eight youths challenge each other on the stage at this very moment at the same time. Without further ado, the competition will begin right now!"

The representative from the wind sect sneered at Lancelot "What's a trash disciple from a trash sect like you doing right here? I'll give you the privilege of being the first one to get knocked off the stage."

The representative swings his axe towards Lancelot at full force, making use of the slight wind element he can control with the sect's high mortal grade martial move, his killing intent could be sensed by everyone below. Lancelot grinned at him as he held his palm out, blocking his axe with just one finger before sending him off the stage with a kick.

"You don't even deserve to face off against my spear." Those were the last words that the representative from the wind sect heard before fainting, his head landing onto the hard concrete ground first.

Nightin interjected at this point "Hey guys, take a look. There's a human rocket who just crashed on the stage. Oh my god, why is he even spreading his legs wide apart."

Nightin may still be playful and childish at this point, but this behavior of his will be short lived before he truly matures. Why? Because life plays around with him.

Nightin knows that he has already began to mature, but he had to behave this way in order to gain the attention of others which will in turn benefit his sect later on. It was a trade with his own pride and he was willing to do it as a sect master. Having gone through countless adversities, he realised that pride is the one thing that causes the fall of countless experts and repeating their history would be foolish.

Everyone turned towards that representative to take a look, only to see him truly spreading his legs wide apart for all to see.

"Argh! My eyes hurt!"

"Is he really one of the strongest youths out here?"

"Just what did his seniors teach him!"

"Does he know no shame?"

Countless people started to insult the wind sect for teaching out such a disciple as they targeted the elder of the wind sect who is present.

"That's enough!"

The elder stared at Nightin viciously, seemingly wanting to kill his at this very moment. "Are you his sect master?"

Nightin replied as he closed his eyes "So what if I am? If you don't intend for your sect to be destroyed, I would recommend you to take a step back right now and even apologise to me for your rudeness just now."

"Haha, there's no such thing to people like me from the wind sect, you can die right now!"

"Mortal grade technique, Eagle Claw!"

The elder formed a wind claw mid air before dashing towards Nightin with it. Something that only cultivators at the martial master realm are capable of doing.

Nightin laughed at him "I guess that you are wanting to join that genius from your sect in spreading your legs wide apart for everyone to see as well." With a swift kick, the elder was sent flying as he laid beside the genius of his sect. The kick wasn't just fast, he had dashed past the claw miraculously and kicked the elder before he can even react, it was a total domination.

This caused many people to puke as the elder pants actually opened up from the middle..

Of course ,this was just a small case that was happening below the arena. Shortly after, everyone regained their composure and turned their eyes back onto the stage.

Lancelot was standing there casually as he watched the other six geniuses staring at him, the aura from him making all the other geniuses cower in fear. To make this much progress, the number of life that he had taken isn't something that these young representatives can understand. Most of them had probably not even taken a single life yet. It may only be the blood of demon beasts, but he was already beginning to grow numb to killing.

The six geniuses seemingly in unison, attacked Lancelot at the same time with the martial technique unique to their sect. If Lancelot will be the only one who breaks the balance due to the difference in strength, then they'll just have to take him down first.

"So what if you're wrong, there's no way you can take this full out attack of ours!"

"You may be a genius more talented than us, but you won't be our match no matter how much you try!"

The geniuses mocked Lancelot as dark smoke from the impact started to cover him up.

"A pathetic bunch of fools!"

To their surprise, Lancelot walked out of the smoke cover unharmed. Not even the slightest scratch could be seen on his body.

"This tournament sure is boring, I expected much stronger opponents!" Lancelot thought to himself before sending each and every single on of them off the stage. All ending up in the same position as the disciple and elder from the wind sect.

Seeing this, the respective elders picked their sect's genius up before rushing back to their seats, worried that the demon might come after them and give all of them the same treatment.

Nightin stepped out onto the battle arena at this time as he announced to everyone "The winner of the 31st minor grade sect tournament is my sect's first disciple Lancelot, may everyone give him a warm round of applause!"

Even though he stole the job of the announcer, the annoncer couldn't raise up the courage to question why his job was stolen. He was just a Martial Master himself with poor combat strength and if he attempts to interfere with affairs of those sects, then the city might expel him into the wastelands to never return.

Many youths started to rush towards him to get registered. After careful deliberation of the Cloud Moon city youths, he decided to only pick those the hundred youths with the best talent out of the few thousand. Only those with good moral characters were taken in, background doesn't matter here. As for how he tested their moral character, the sect played a key role here.

To his surprise, one people he took in shocked him when the system told him, that person has a talent that's even comparable to Lancelot at the very least. The only disciple of the blood demon who stands at the peak of this world and has ascended to the upper realms since hundred of years ago.

That person may be intending to join the Nirvana sect and lay low to stay safe against the other great forces which might try to kill him to steal his body constitution. The devil blood body which is currently sealed.

Nightin walked up to him as he said abruptly "You'll be the second core disciple of my sect. Follow me, I'll help you to unseal the shackles limiting your talent right now."