Weak

Inside of the colosseum, are countless plain-looking rooms that serve as the waiting area for the participants. While today might be the most important event for the free city of Quhai. The colosseum is still used through the rest of the year, as such these rooms are made for mass use and doesnt satisfied the luxury need of clans or sect young masters or ladies.

In one of these rooms, sitting down on a wooden bench. Was Zhihui and her two servants. Their eyes stuck on the crystal screen handing from one of the walls. A magical artifact that is able to display images. Very useful for gathering information, but it can also be used like this.

Zhihui's eyes were glued to the masked man that had just enter the stage. She never thought that Mors will be a clanless and sectless rogue cultivator.

'but that is impossible, how can a rogue cultivator steal war legacy'

It is common knowledge that sects and clans monopolize all cultivation techniques and fighting techniques. It is also crazy to think a sect or clan member will share those technique with a random mortal. As such when a rogue cultivator appears, they are viewed as weak.

While Zhihui is not 100% sure that Mors has war's legacy. The feeling he gave off was clearly the same as that of Song when he got the legacy. She might not know the trials he needs it to do, but if she bases on her own trials, it should not be easy.

As the two contestants get in position. Zhihui watches with curious eyes. The last sentence Mors said before leaving echoed in her mind.

"Now show me, where does your arrogant come from?"

------Mors Pov------

In front of Mors stood Yao Song, from the announcement he was given. He seems to be a big shot in this area. Soon the arrogant tone of Song's voice enters his ears as he spoke.

"So, you are the masked bastard that hit my two servants? I never expected to see a rouge cultivator with such balls as yours"

Song said as he pulls his double-handed sword from his back and points it at Mors.

"Now I will give you the same offer as they give you. Bow down to me and surrender. Maybe lick my shoes while down there. They are a bit dirty"

As Song words were repeated through the colosseum by the magical artifact. The crow started to laugh loudly. Someone even holding their sides.

"Ahahah! The young master sure is merciful!"

"truly a man of great character!"

If Mors could hear these comments, he would start to wonder how is arrogant part of a noble character? Even Mors, who is wanting to roleplay the part of a Noble genius with great ambitions, still added the flaw of arrogance. After all, it is the easiest flaw to roleplay without breaking his own morals.

This might be a new world, with some influence of a video game he truly enjoys. He is still was roleplaying, roleplaying the ideal self he wanted people in the world to remember him by. But he shakes his head, as such thoughts are useless right now.

Mors did not even speak as he waited for the announcer to start the battle. The announcer looks at Mors, wanting a reaction from him, as does improve the show that is this tournament. But seeing how quiet Mors was, made him sigh as he spoke for all of the audience.

"Alright!!!! Let's start off the first round in this year's Foundation Tournament! Yao Song Vs Xiong Ming. The loser is the first one to admit defeat or pass out."

"Let's get ready to!!!!!!! Rumble!!!!"

With that the sound of a bell ringing echo in the arena. Signaling the start of the fight. Song started to breathe in and out as he channels his QI into his skin. Soon his white skin turned gray as it shines under the bright sun. the chubby youngster from the audience spoke out loud.

"The master is using [Iron Skin]!"

[Iron skin(Sky)] is a sky stage body art, that once activated will increase the user's strength and defense. But that was not all, as pieces of rock started to gather around the long sword on Song's hand. The pieces of rock started to abstract the sword, making it harder for anyone to see the sword.

But soon the pieces of rock enter the sword, and a bright light started to shine from it. In less than a second, the sword got sharper and cleaner. Even a child could see that the attack power of the sword doubled in just a second! Such a powerful martial art!

"haha it's not too late to beg for mercy"

Song said, using these strong techniques to scare his opponent into giving up. After all, not just anyone can learn and used two sky stage techniques. Buts Mor's words broke the core foundation of this world.

"Weak"

"Wh-"

One of the audience members was about to say something before a deafening boom shook the arena to its core. The sand in the arena formed a large dust cloud, blocking everyone's view of what happen. But they could see someone flying out of the cloud and landing into one of the arena walls.

The scary part was that this person came from the right side of the arena. That was where young master Song was.

Soon the dust cloud clears as it settles back down into the arena. Standing on the left side of the arena is a young man wearing a black mask. Outside of the arena, dig into the wall, is a young man with shoulder-length red hair. A large hole in his chest, where he was hit. Young master Song has been defeated in one move.

The arena was deathly quiet, even the sound of birds singing felt loud. Everyone in this audience just witness history, for the first time ever in the 'Plains Region' a rouge cultivator beat a genius from a clan. Mors seeing this dead audience, spoke, his tone full of arrogance.

"drown in envy young master. For you will never escape my shadow from now on"

Mors said, his words directed to the young unconscious master. As he turns his back, he started to walk back towards the double doors. Opening them and leaving the arena. Soon only the voice of the announcer woke everyone up from their nightmare.

"Xiong Ming! Wins against Yao Song!"

But even then, the crow did not know to curse or cheer for Mors. Truly conflicted, some even sweating with fear. What kind of monster has awoken today?

But in one of the waiting rooms. The full beautiful whole heartily laughter of a woman echoes between the walls of the room. Zhihui continues to laugh as she looks at the magical artifact. Her voice was as sweet as honey.

"What a great performance sir Ming. I can't wait to meet you in the finals and beat you"

Her words shook her servant and the other contestants with her. Was the blind? could she not see how strong Mors is?! But only one thing was spinning around Zhihui's mind.

'if I defeat him, my fame will raise a lot! With a broken pride, I might be able to recruit him!'

Yes, in just a second Zhihui has already incorporated Mors into her future plans. With his strength, her revenge will be that much easy. A broken lion is easier to tame than one that is healthy. Such are the words she learns from her dear cousin.

[Name: Mors Mundin

Cultivation: Warrior Rank 1

Stats:

Mind: 100

Body: 100

Soul: 100

Sword: 50

Blood Line: Imperial(Emperor)

Legacy: War's Everlasting Concert

Martials Art:

[War Everlasting Dance(Primordial) Rank 1]

[Tsubame Gaeshi(Heaven) Rank 4 ]

[Soragui(Heaven) Rank 4]

[The Man Hunter(Heaven) Rank 2]

[War's First Symphony(Primordial) Rank 1]

Talents:

[Soft Feet][Martial Aura][Blood Thirsty Eyes]

Fate Points:5494 ]

[The Host has defeated an important character in this world history, changing his fate forever. 1000 fate points]

[The Host has taken an important part of the important character development. 4000 fate points]