Chapter 271: Cultivator of the Brush (1/2)

Those who watched from the sidelines felt a cold chill come down their backs as they were reminded of the Grand Elder's existence. Indeed, the Grand Elder's presence certainly changed everything. They had hoped that he would play a minor role but it seems that they were foolish to think that was possible.

”So the Grand Elder can take away one of your chances with just a single touch.”

Ming Yue stopped by the base of the mountain and saw what had happened. While she had expected the Grand Elder to act, she did not expect him to be so straightforward. Furthermore, she did not think a single touch from him resulted in losing one of her three chances. After all, to lose one chance required a fatal strike.

As she considered her options, she noticed a few figures coming her way.

”It's the Inheritors....”

Ming Yue quickly hid among the trees, withdrawing her presence and watching the mountain closely. The Inheritors that scattered had run in different directions and a few of them moved towards her. Luckily, they did not notice her as the only thought on their mind was to escape the Grand Elder. Knowing that he would not let them reach the peak left them no other choice but to eliminate the others.

They had to find a place to lay low beore making another move.

Ming Yue watched them pass her and turned back towards the mountain.

”Should I go for it?”

She stared at the mountain peak where the Grand Elder still stood, overlooking the entire arena with a playful smile on his face. It was then that he vanished from his position, most likely looking for someone else to eliminate.

”A chance!”

She nearly jumped out but held herself back in the last moment. Unlike her, several others made their move, rushing up the mountain only to end up battling each other. But it seems that they were too hasty for the Grand Elder reappeared, almost expecting this to happen.

”Did you think I wouldn't know of you all? Watching from afar like some vultures?”

Just like that, those who ran up the mountain found themselves back in the forest. Many of them cursed their own impatience. It seemes that they were rather unlucky this time around. After that, no one dared to scale the mountain again, even after the Grand Elder left. It had become too risky to attempt. But they could not stay put for long and soon enough, multiple battles erupted through out the arena as the Inheritors began searching for disciples to eliminate.

Reminded of what happened earlier, Ming Yue was correct on staying put or she would have ended up losing one of her chances.

”Hm, someone's coming.”

Xue Yue spoke as the two noticed a fight breaking out close to them. There were over twenty disciples battling it out in the forest. All of them spotted each other from a distance away, moving forward the secure the kill. Alas, they all converged on one another and running meant becoming the kill.

”Flying Phoenix Chop!”

”Eight Trigrams, The Gentle Palm!”

”Jade Dragon Twist!”

”Ink Dragon, Jiao Long!”

All at once they attacked, bringing out their greatest strength and shockwaves pulsated from the clash. The ground rumbled as trees fell down, either uprooted from the soil or cut down.

”Hmph, Ba Shou, I see that your Eight Trigrams Fist has improved but it isn't enough!”

Carrying a saber in his hand, this cultivator yelled out towards Ba Shou before charging towards him. The blade was alight with flame as he attacked.

”Let's see if your flames are strong enough first!”

Ba Shou was another young man who had a very unique appearance, resembling that of a taoist priest. Bare handed, his hands formed the shining white Bagua Circles as he readied himself for the attack.