964 Semis 1 (1/2)

Everyone stood rooted in place. Was this speed that an essence gatherer could produce? Was this speed a saint could produce?

Those with lower cultivation had no way of differentiating the speed of those lauded stages of cultivation. Even the judge, who was a saint himself, was stunned. He was absolutely certain he didn't have such speed.

Dyon had done this on purpose. He was simply telling the judge that he wasn't a match for him. If he continued to play underhanded tricks and use underhanded tactics, Dyon would make him suffer. Plain and simple.

This judge was a mere 6th grade saint, the lowest threshold requirement for reaching sainthood. This meant that he had only managed to fill 63 of 108 meridians, corresponding to the peak of 7th stage of essence gathering, before he forcefully ascended from the essence gathering stage. Before Dyon, he was even weaker than some peak-level essence gatherers, and he wanted to flaunt and sneer before him? Who did he think he was?

Just as the judge was about to speak, Dyon's Presence swept over him. It was only for a moment, but it was enough for a cold sweat to permeate the entire back of the judge.

In that moment, he gave up all thoughts of arguing that Dyon had taken advantage of the work of others to win. How laughable, he couldn't even face Dyon himself, yet he wanted to cut off his path to the future?

There was only one reason why they were retained as judges. They came from prestigious families that allowed them to enter with letters of recommendation. Or else, they would have never would have made it into the sect on their own merit.

There was no shortage of characters like this judge in Soul Rending Peak, but they were all outer sect disciples, with only a few managing to become inner disciples. Core disciples had no such corruption issues… Or, more accurately, their corruption issues weren't as obvious.

”D – Dyon Jafari Wins.” The judge his way to the verdict, not even able to watch Dyon casually hop off the stage.

Many were still processing exactly what they had just seen. Even those with the capability to witness Dyon's actions were completely baffled. They knew his body was powerful, but was it really to this extent?

”He… He didn't use any wills.” RolRol whispered.

She couldn't fathom reaching that speed without the use of a technique or, at the very least, a speed based will. Yet, she had just witnessed it.

Asyna's eyes once again brightened, her fighting spirit igniting. ”Why do you think he threw his sword up first? Was it to show off? Or did it have another purpose?”

”I don't know… Is the sword heavy? Why can't I tell how heavy it is?”