The Annual Discipleship; King Behemoth

Throughout the kingdom, eagerness, anticipation, and excitement can be seen in every corner.

The 8 Annual Discipleship is an event for all the people as they can participate in it. Some wanted to sightsee the event, some wanted to spectate and some wanted to participate themselves.

The most exciting ones are those that wanted to join in the event, just thinking about being given an invitation to one of the 8 sects makes their blood boil. Qualifying to be given an invitation gives one instant fame and honor, joining the 8 Sects means finally stepping into the cultivation world and having a chance of achieving immense power and immortality.

"Hey, if ever there's a chance of you being qualified, what sect will you choose?" A group of friends consisting of 5 people started to talk to each other, the 5 of them with the destination of the Central Plaza.

"Well since I'm a girl, if ever I am qualified then I will choose the Mystic Petal Sect, the Sect that only accepts female cultivators. It is my dream." A plain-looking girl replied.

"You wish, you think they will accept a plain-looking girl like you? I heard that they only accept those that are beautiful." Another guy said jokingly.

"Hey! At least let me dream. Humph."

"I also heard that the Sect Mistress of the Sect is a real beauty, even King Behemoth himself praised her. It's always my dream to join the Mystic Petals Sect if that will happen, then I will create my harem, each of my arms there's a beauty in it." Another guy with a lew expression excitedly said.

"I want to join either the Sword Dance Sect, Phantom Sect, and Greenwood Sect. They are recognized as one of the most powerful Sects in this kingdom including the Mystic Petal Sect." Another guy said.

"Well then, I think I might join the Hero Sect." A kind-looking guy chimed in.

"Hero Sect?!"

"Seriously?"

"Don't. Hero Sect is known as the weakest of the 8, they are not that powerful at all. And do you seriously think that there exists a Sect with the purpose of saving people? I bet the disciples there are all hypocrites." A guy said sneering.

The kind-looking guy only shook his head and didn't take the comment to his heart. He truly knew what kind of sect the Hero sect is because he was once saved by a disciple there who got severely injured as his arm was chopped off and asked nothing in return. At that time, he knew that the hero sect truly lives of to its name.

Not long, they arrived at the central plaza which was extremely crowded by people.

In the massive stage of the Plaza, some stands and risers are surrounding it, and at the edges of the circular massive stage, the 8 sects can be found.

Also at the very center of the perimeter of the stage, there the Royal Family presides.

The spectator can only spectate behind the 8 Sects.

"Woahhh so big." The group of 5 muttered in amazement. The others can only nod in agreement.

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"And we are here, it's crowded in here," Mittle said. She was now with Saitama, Bob, Revant, and Maria, moreover, she also guided them towards where the event will be held, the central plaza.

Revant can only wow in amazement as he saw the grandiose stage filled with celebration props, colorful waving flags and the exuberant crowd. This is the true definition of a grandiose celebration.

"Come, let's go to the place where the candidates gather. Before entering, there is one requirement one must meet, it is that only below the age of 30 is allowed to join the event and have the chance of receiving an invite to join a Sect." Mittle said. The group proceeds to a place where the registration resides.

Reaching there, Saitama cannot help but grunt seeing the very long line of people registering. "Urgh, so long."

Mittle giggled. "There's nothing can be done about this, the event is open for the people and a chance for them to cultivate, it is no wonder why the line is very long. Although the threshold of passing the 2 test is very strict, many can join but only little can be given an invite. Patience, patience." She said.

A few hours later, the registration is now officially closed as there were no more people to register for the event. Saitama, Revant, Mittle, and Maria were qualified for the event while Bob wasn't, so he stayed at the spectator stand, watching from afar.

"Attention everyone." An imposing voice sounds out. The source of the voice belongs to the stand of the Royal Family.

In the very center, there placed a throne of an imposing and majestic splendor, adorned with myriad kinds of alluring and luxurious gems.

In the very throne was a man of red robes, embroidered within the symbol of the Son of Heaven, with a crown illuminating the blinding light of the sun.

One can feel the authority emanating from the King's body.

The citizens of the kingdoms can only stare in awe towards their King. Each and every one of them can feel the aura of power and authority of the King from his bearing alone.

"This... This is the King of Kingdom Macta?" Revant can only ask as he was also a bit awed by the imposing bearing of the King.

"It is, King Behemoth himself and the strongest man in his land. I've heard he already stepped in the legendary stage of Quasi-Diamond Core Formation, although quasi-diamond, it warrants his pure authority overall the kingdom. Strength speaks for itself, as the strongest man, it is within reasons for him to become King." Mittle responses as she savors the awe-inspiring appearance of the King.

"Everyone seems awed by him, is he that awesome?" Saitama casually asked Bob.

"I don't know, maybe." Bob just shrugged it.

Bob didn't even bother comparing himself to this King, it is only an affront to his true sovereignty and supremacy by doing this.

An Overlord being compared by a King? A Martial Immortal being compared by a Diamond Core Formation? The god of a high realm being compared by a King of a measly hardened mud? Outrageous and pretentious! Bob cannot help but think. As a Martial Immortal and an Overlord, he still has his pride.

"It is the Kingdom's joy and happiness to once again commence the 8 Sects Annual Discipleship. This is your chance on sprouting wings to soar in the sky, your chance to defy the heavens, your chance to obtain immense power and your chance to achieve eternal immortality. Come, take your first step into becoming a cultivator!" The King imposingly declared.

"WOOOOHHH!" A resounding cheer and applause reverberate throughout the Kingdom.

Hearing the speech, all of the crowds felt their blood boil and their fist clenched.

"Now that is a natural leader." Bob unusually praised.

King Behemoth raised his hands, signaling his subjects to quiet down. "But there is more to this event. This event will only be considered as an opening for the main grand event."

"Grand event?"

"What's that?"

"Is it a new event?"

The crowd started murmuring as they thought deeply of what the said event is.

"This Annual Discipleship will only serve as an appetizer to the grand one. Now let me announce to you all, that the 'Macta's Strongest Youth' will finally commence through this annual discipleship!" King Behemoth announced.

A moment of silence ensured, then a booming uproar from the crows came out.

The Macta's Strongest Youth competition is a much grander spectacular contest between the youths, the event is considered as the most anticipated event in the Kingdom due to its blood-boiling and the exhilarating battle between geniuses. There the commoner can witness the true might of the geniuses and why there are rightfully called so. Only below the age of 20 can join the contest and must be at least at Spirit Formation Stage, the contest was to be held every 2 years and usually to be commenced half a year later than the annual discipleship.

"To think the King actually moved the 2 events so close, this would be an interesting event for the kingdom." Mittle also said in surprise due to the King's statement.

"Let this grand event officially start!" The King declared. "Now let me call the esteemed figures of this Kingdom, please step forward 8 Sect's Masters." The King beckons.

This generated a louder cheer and uproar than the previous one, they already that after the calling of the masters, the light spar between them will follow, the most anticipated part of the annual Discipleship besides the sudden discovery of geniuses in the assessment.

Heeding the order of the King, the 8 Sect Master in their perspective position, with a single step appeared in the middle of the stage indicating the power they hold.

Standing in a straight line, the Sect Masters clasped their hands and started to introduce themselves starting from the very left.

"Alphaster, Master of the Alpha Chro Sect."

"Greenwood, Master of the Greenwood Sect."

"Rose, Mistress of the Mystic Petal Sect."

"Douglas, Master of the Beast Claw Sect."

"Dancing Sword, Master of the Sword Dance Sect."

"Grim, Master of the Phantom Sect."

"Stream, Master of the Sky River Sect."

"Sunshine, Master of the Hero Sect."

Each one of them introduced themselves, each with unique temperament and aura on them. The crowd cannot help but be awed of the imposing line up in front of them. These 8 people are the most powerful cultivator below the King himself.

Within the group of Saitama, Revant was excited as his blood boiled seeing the powerful people in front of him, while Mittle and Maria were wearing an expression of amazement and adoration.

Suddenly, Saitama muttered.

"Saitama, A Professional Hero."

"Big bro?" Hearing Saitama, Revant was confused by the statement.

Saitama laughed it off.