Starting From Fooling the Elderly into Registering for a Cultivation Training Class Chapter 221 - This Is the Power of the Immortal Sect

Chapter 221: This Is the Power of the Immortal Sect

Since there were only three people in team Disaster, Immortal Sect drew lots to pick three compet.i.tors last night.

Coincidentally, father and son, w.a.n.g Zhixing and w.a.n.g Jiajun were chosen. The third person was Ma Dong.

At the venue.

w.a.n.g Jiajun took a step forward when he saw Daimon Kogoro rus.h.i.+ng over.

“Uncle Ma Dong, leave this muscle brute to me,” w.a.n.g Jiajun said confidently.

“Then I’ll take care of this young man.” Ma Dong laughed.

The rest of the people sat down cross-legged and looked as if they were watching a show. They didn’t seem nervous at all.

Soon, w.a.n.g Jiajun and Daimon Kogoro met.

As they shook hands, their knuckles cracked loudly like jagged gladiators.

Daimon Kogoro clenched his teeth tightly. His face was flushed red, and his eyes were bloodshot. His veins bulged as though they were about to explode.

On the other hand, w.a.n.g Jiajun had a relaxed look on his face, smiling happily.

Presently, Daimon Kogoro was utterly shocked.

He felt like he was facing a mountain instead of a person.

No matter how hard he tried, Daimon Kogoro could not move his hand at all.

w.a.n.g Jiajun laughed. “Your strength is useless.”

Although he was not fluent in the language, Daimon Kogoro understood what he was saying.

He was furious.

If my physical strength is useless, I have to use my trump card.

Therefore, he immediately used a secret technique pa.s.sed down in his family, which was also a Body Tempering Technique.

Three breaths later, a powerful aura gushed out from his body.

Daimon Kogoro’s body suddenly changed, turning into a black stone-like giant.

From afar, Daimon Kogoro and w.a.n.g Jiajun looked like an adult and a toddler.

Everyone’s hearts were stuck in their throats.

They had seen how terrifying the giant Daimon Kogoro was.

His strength was comparable to a Connate expert. Killing a Grandmaster was as easy as crus.h.i.+ng an ant for him.

The Patriarchs were also extremely nervous.

“This power is interesting, but it’s still too weak.” w.a.n.g Jiajun chuckled.

He twisted his body like an Olympic hammer thrower and easily flung Daimon Kogoro.

Then, w.a.n.g Jiajun tapped his foot lightly on the ground, and his body instantly turned blurry.

An afterimage flashed past the audience, and w.a.n.g Jiajun appeared above Daimon Kogoro in a strange manner.

It was as though a white Crane flapped its wings, raised its right leg, and stomped down.

Bang!

Daimon Kogoro’s huge body bounced like a rubber ball as it landed heavily onto the ground.

A huge pit appeared on the ground that was made of high-strength material.

There was chaos in the audience. They were all extremely shocked.

In the VIP seats, the Patriarchs’ mouths were agape and wide-eyed with disbelief.

“This… This is the strength of the Immortal Sect?” The Patriarchs seemed to be at a loss. They felt their martial arts to be inferior, as though all their hard work had been in vain throughout their entire lives.

Presently, Daimon Kogoro was blasted into the ground. He could no longer fight. His aura weakened, and his body slowly returned to its original size.

After his battle was settled, w.a.n.g Jiajun returned to the main team and became a quiet spectator.

On the other side…

The battle between Ma Dong and Himura Kens.h.i.+n was at its climax.

Both sides came back and forth. Ma Dong did not seem to want to end the battle early. He wanted to use Himura Kens.h.i.+n to train his swordsmans.h.i.+p.

Although most Immortal Cultivators fought with dharma spells or magical artifacts, there were very few close combat methods.

However, Ma Dong had his own preference. Compared to boring long-range attacks, he preferred fierce close combat.

After a hundred exchanges, Ma Dong had already seen through Himura Kens.h.i.+n’s swordsmans.h.i.+p and felt that there was nothing more left to learn.

Thus, he began to exert force.

Clang! Clang!

The sword in Ma Dong’s hand was brandished very quickly, each strike bringing with it a strong wind.

Himura Kens.h.i.+n immediately fell into a disadvantageous position and was forced to retreat. The number of wounds on his body also increased.

He had already antic.i.p.ated this sort of situation.

He knew very well that his cultivation in the Sword Dao was greatly inferior to his opponent.

But he would not be afraid. He would not yield.

To him, the stronger the opponent was, the stronger his fighting spirit would be.

Soon, Ma Dong sent Himura Kens.h.i.+n flying.

The powerful force made Himura Kens.h.i.+n’s Qi and blood churn. He immediately spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Ma Dong did not kill him.

If he wanted to, Ma Dong wouldn’t have wasted so much time with him.

“Little kid, admit defeat!” Ma Dong persuaded kindly.

He could also tell that given Himura Kens.h.i.+n’s personality, he would not yield unless he died in battle.

Himura Kens.h.i.+n stabbed his dual blades into the ground and stood up with difficulty.

His body swayed as it reached its limit.

Ordinary people would not be able to continue fighting, but Himura Kens.h.i.+n was different. He had his own persistence.

He believed that he was born entirely for the sword. He would die without regrets if he could die under the Sword Dao he loved.

Therefore, he disregarded his own body and once again used the family’s ultimate skill, [Ashura].

Whoos.h.!.+

In an instant, purple-black energy surrounded him. His eyes were cold and fearless, like a G.o.d of war.

Ma Dong shook his head and smiled bitterly.

“Young people! They always like to suffer.”

“Since you wish to fight, I’ll make you accept your defeat.”

Ma Dong raised his arm and swung his wrist upwards. He flung one sword into the air.

“What? Did he choose to abandon his sword to fight against Himura Kens.h.i.+n’s Ashura?

“Isn’t he being too confident?”

“You might just lose!”

When they saw this scene, the Patriarchs were filled with worry.

However, just as they finished speaking, the long sword that Ma Dong threw seemed to have a life of its own.

Accompanied by the ring of a sword, the sword flew towards Himura Kens.h.i.+n.

Swoos.h.!.+

The sword flew very quickly, like a comet streaking past, leaving a long tail behind.

In the blink of an eye, a loud screech of metal clashed against Himura Kens.h.i.+n.

The long sword had a ma.s.sive amount of power and instantly sliced through the Himura Kens.h.i.+n’s katanas.

Then, the powerful impact was like a hurricane, easily sending him flying.

The moment he landed on the ground, the longsword appeared above his head.

The hilt of the sword tapped on his forehead, and Himura Kens.h.i.+n lost consciousness. He never got up again.

After doing all of this, the longsword returned to Ma Dong’s side intelligently. It circled above his head and emitted a dazzling sword beam.

The humming sound of the sword was like ripples that spread throughout the entire arena.

Everyone was silent.

At the VIP seats, all the Patriarchs had stood up and stared at Ma Dong.

They were filled with shock, and their eyes were wide open as if they were about to jump out.

Ma Dong acted as if nothing had happened.

That was just the usage of the Sword Kinesis Technique.

As a sword cultivator, the Sword Kinesis Technique was the most basic foundation. He had to at least be able to kill a mortal in one strike.

And then, with a thought, his sword returned to its sheath.

Right now, only the black-robed man remained on Disaster’s side.

She would decide the outcome of the match.

At this moment, she took off her black robe.

Her angel-like appearance and beautiful figure instantly caused an uproar.

No one expected the mysterious black-robed man to be such a beautiful lady.

However, this was not her true appearance.

As the referee, Qin Chuan had also been looking forward to the surprise of the genetically modified monster person.