Chapter 44 - The Shattering of the Boulder (1/2)

Old Shan included, no one had expected Qin Nan’s Martial Skill talent to turn from the lowest-rank red color to the highest-rank violet color!

Ling Zixiao’s eyes were wide open and his body felt stiff; all that was left in his mind was the dazzling violet color.

The whole area was quiet, no one made any noise; only violet light rays could be seen on the surface of the shining Ocean Crescent Boulder.

At last, Old Shan collected his thoughts.

His pair of skinny hands trembled slightly; his deep-looking eyes were astonished, but filled with excitement.

How many years had it been?

How many years had it been?

How many years had passed since the last person with a violet Martial Skill talent was seen?

“Qin Nan... …” Old Shan’s voice was slightly trembling, as he ended the silence and said, “Remove your palm now; your Martial Skill talent has indeed surpassed Ling Zixiao’s—it’s the highest-grade in fact. For this Martial Talent Battle, you are the winner!”

The new disciples at the scene recovered from the shock after hearing this.

Their gazes toward Qin Nan were different now; they were filled with respect and fear, as if they were looking at the top genius of the world.

Not only that, they were incredibly regretful; Why were we mocking Qin Nan before? Why did we mock a super genius with the highest-grade Martial Skill talent?

Such a joke—it’s ridiculous!

Ling Zixiao had collected his thoughts too. However, his eyes still had a blank appearance—an unbelieving appearance.

I, Ling Zixiao, have failed?

I, Ling Zixiao, have been defeated by Qin Nan?

This Qin Nan’s Martial Skill talent has reached the highest-grade, surpassing even those geniuses with Xuan ranked Martial Spirits?

How...How is this possible? Is this… Is this a dream?

Qin Nan nodded at Old Shan and withdrew his hand. The violet light rays which filled the whole Hall of Crystal were finally vanishing, returning it to a calm state.

Qin Nan’s sight was directed toward Ling Zixiao; it was expressionless, filled with coldness.

This Ling Zixiao took the initiative to challenge me to a Martial Talent Battle; not only that, did he really try to mock me?

I, Qin Nan, am a natural born Martial Addict, and with the help of my Divine Battle Spirit... where did this Ling Zixiao get his courage from to challenge me to a Martial Talent Battle?

If you’re looking for a quick death, don’t blame me if I show no mercy.

Qin Nan let out a cold smirk. Instead of saying anything excessive, he only said two words in a cold tone, “Piss off!”

After hearing the words, Ling Zixiao’s face contorted and his body quivered.

An enormous sense of disgrace rose up in Ling Zixiao’s heart, causing him to build a murderous intent; he was consumed by the flames of anger, driving him to verge of losing his mind.

ince when had he—Ling Zixiao, a ninth-grade Huang ranked genius—faced such disgrace before?

At the same time, Old Shan—who was aware of Ling Zixiao’s reaction—said coldly, “Qin Nan is the winner in this Martial Talent Battle. Ling Zixiao, from today onward, you are prohibited from entering the Skills Library for the rest of your life. If you dare to come, death will be your penalty!”

After hearing these words, Ling Zixiao’s body shivered, his eyes filled with fear.

Even though he felt like exploding in fury, he would not dare be disrespectful toward this mysterious Old Shan.

“Yes...”

Ling Zixiao squeezed the word out from his teeth with a dull expression; he gave Qin Nan a death stare while clenching his fists.

Now that the outcome had been declared, it would be more embarrassing if he continued to stay in this Skills Library.

“Qin Nan, during the Trial of Versatility, I’ll make sure you suffer and beg for your death!”

Ling Zixiao growled in his heart and exited the Skills Library swiftly.

Those new disciples who were following Ling Zixiao previously looked at each other as they felt their faces burning red; without any further intention to stay in the Skills Library, they pushed toward the exit in a rush.

After Ling Zixiao and his group of new disciples left, a deafening hubbub broke out suddenly among the others who came to spectate.

“Oh my god, it’s incredible—this Qin Nan’s Martial Skill talent is so terrifying!”

“Even Ling Zixiao, who had a natural born great Martial Skill talent, together with the support from his ninth-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit…… even he lost to Qin Nan.”

“Whew, this violet-grade Martial Skill talent is even considered rare in the Mystic Spirit Sect, right?”

“……”

Qin Nan’s face remained neutral as he listened to the discussion; not even the littlest sense of happiness was felt in his heart.

This was because he clearly knew that these people only respected him after he had shown his power. If you appeared to be weak, they would bully, mock, and make fun of you.

Therefore—as usual—Qin Nan chose to ignore them.

Old Shan gave Qin Nan a thoughtful look; he had now calmed himself down, and he smilingly said, “This is not the place to talk. So, would you be interested in coming with me?”

Qin Nan was respectful toward Old Shan at all times, and he said while holding his fists together, “Disciple Qin Nan awaits your order.”

“What order? Come—follow me. I have something to say.”

After saying this, Old Shan immediately pulled Qin Nan’s hand and rushed toward the exit.