180 Black Jade 1 (2/2)

Despite this, Dyon ignored the pain in bones and the grinding of inner organs, lightly patting on Ri's head, ”don't worry,” he said with a smile.

Chenglei grasped his grandfather's shoulder, causing the old man to look back, ”it's far beneath you to bother with such an insignificant existence, grandfather. Allow me to make up for my mistakes.”

”ai. Deal with this so-called genius. Show him the reason our Daiyu clan was once unmatched. I'll make sure these pesky flies and fake Celestial Experts don't interfere.”

Elder Daiyu looked over at Jade, pulling her in with a wave of his hand and ignoring the rest of the Eostre family.

Dyon's eyes narrowed at his actions, 'this means only one thing… they don't care about the Eostre family, but somehow do care about Jade… which means,' Dyon turned a gaze towards Meiying, 'they need Meiying too… why?'

Dyon's brain worked into overdrive as Chenglei's grandfather dropped Chenglei gently from the sky. A wave of power suddenly moved everyone back, clearing more than a 300-meter diameter of space.

Suddenly, Dyon thought of something, 'Meiying specializes in a very special will… the feng shui compass… Jade is either the closest thing the Eostre family has ever had to a True Empath… or maybe she is one… Both of those things involve seeing through and searching for things…'

Dyon's eyes widened, 'what are they searching for?'

A voice snapped Dyon out of his thoughts, ”I, Daiyu Chenglei, challenge you, Dyon Sacharro, to a life and death battle.”

Dyon snapped his head towards Chenglei and jumped down without hesitation.

Looking in Chenglei's direction, Dyon suddenly got serious, 'something about him has changed… last time I saw him he was 16 and had cultivation… but now, he's 17 and has none. Did he reset himself?'

Dyon thought back to the cultivation cleansing pill he had given to Madeleine… 'it's likely that Chenglei cultivated along with the lesser geniuses to maintain a cover. Now he's tapping into his true potential as a cultivator.'

Chenglei's face was dead pan, watching as Dyon gently touched down to the ground using only a first level wind will. The problem was… he very clearly remembered Dyon's wind will being much higher than this, 'what's going on?' he sent a question glance towards his grandfather.

Unfortunately, all he found was a serious expression, ”this will be a good experience for you Lei'er. The 25th White Mother has picked a good successor. But, today, he must die.”

Dyon's eyes flashed with a purple-gold as his formal clothing disappeared.

He stretched, cracking his shirtless torso before bending down to roll up his black sweats.

Dyon casually jumped, flexing his calves and rolling his ankles, landing bare foot in the marbled square.

Everyone's eyes seemed to sharpen, looking intently at the intricate tattoos on his back… a white wing… and a black wing…

Suddenly, Dyon's spatial ring flashed, a normal first common level sword appearing in his hand. It was 6 feet long and a plain silver color. And yet… despite its poor level… it cut through the ground as Dyon casually tilted it forward.

”I've never once gone all out since I finished training…” Dyon said faintly.

The Elvin geniuses trembled, 'he's a swordsman?'

They had no concept of Dyon attacking without the use of his arrays. They had no idea he even trained in anything else! It suddenly dawned on them that in all this time, Dyon had only ever used the weapon's hell array to attack!

”I hope you don't disappoint me…”