12 How is this a tournament? (1/2)

”When is the tournament starting?”

Yi Zan paused at the sudden request, however before she could reply Su Min suddenly looked outside with a dignified expression. As if the world was responding to his solemn look, the whole building started to tremble and stumble when, out of nowhere, an oppressive aura bolted onto it.

The aura made even standing tiring, and due to this Yi Zan was the first to collapse onto the ground. Qiu Jin and the sword youth both felt the same way and with the last ounce of strength, they stumbled to sit down on the chairs with ragged breath. Su Min was the only one who didn't seem fazed at all by the aura as he stood straight, shining with a strange dignity that originated from somewhere far, far away.

”A Martial Artist?”

His hazy eyes quivered as his gaze landed on a red-robed man in the distance. Those hazy eyes of his churned with a chilled light as his vision magnified to a degree that neared the boundary that surpasses a mortal.

It seemed that due to his body evolving to a higher state, his dormant soul had started to awaken. A soul that has been tempered with the illustrious blood of a Martial. It is this soul that has been ground and trampled onto to a disastrous degree, yet by sheer will, it has remained intact through it all. Although its quantity is that of a mortal, its quality is something else...

The man took no heed as, in only a few seconds, he appeared before the group like an illusion. He remained emotionless at Su Min's defiant nature like he was looking at an ant.

A raspy voice quaked out of his mouth as he looked at the group with indifferent eyes.

”By the orders of Elder Du Fang, I have been ordered to send you to the first trial of the Mortal Tournament.”

The man grumbled under his breath before lifting his hand in the air. Su Min's eyes lit up when he saw the gesture, as although it looked simple it somehow held the same characteristics of the push technique. He looked at the book in his hand with a strange light while it became more incomprehensible in his eyes.

*MMMM*

A vibration shook the entire building which was started to shine with a glaring light. The man remained indifferent as patted his red robes, flew into the air and left with several words.

”Be careful as the ride may be a little bumpy. Hehe.”

As if responding to his words, the building shuddered with an even brighter light that pierced into the sky. Yi Zan's face became pale as she felt the gravity around her become nonexistent and the air solidify.

Su Min decided to sit down, as an annoying headache kept pestering him. It looked peculiar as he cruised towards a chair with casual motions. At least compared to everyone else who was nearly vomiting with nausea.

'I at least wanted some sleep...'

...

In a lush forest that stretched an unknown distance, a brilliant piercing light shot through the air and onto the peaceful ground where numerous insects lay. This light was accompanied by a looming object that, without delay, crashed into the dirt with a metallic thud.

A shockwave expanded out for a couple meters as a gush of wind bristled against the various trees in the perimeter. Whilst the shockwave faded out of existence, a clear indentation revealed itself on the compressed mud.

A contrasting object laid upon this crater where a clear contrast glimmered under the rays of sunlight. Its bulky metallic frame and modern design dazzled the forest as a dreamy light hovered above it with an otherworldly appeal.

All it displayed were the two letters that lay familiar with everyone.

'D2'

Its light wasn't inconspicuous to any degree, instead, it manifested itself in the air to the point where someone a kilometre away could easily spot it. Under the silent hymns of the ethereal sign, a cough blasted inside of the house.

”F-fuck! Gua”

Lying on the floor with a pale face, a gagging youth who seemed to be within the realm of vomiting cursed at the floor.

”Come on Qiu Jin... I thought that you were the strongest out of the three of us, excluding Su Min of course...”

A moderately less pale youth smiled as he attached the sword scabbard to his loose robes. A strange scene revealed itself in front of him as he saw a girl with no colour in her face hug on to Su Min's leg with closed eyes. It was probable that she was unconscious, but Su Min didn't seem to know what to do as he just stood there with a blank look.

Seemingly noticing the sword youths gaze, Su Min glanced back at him with a helpless gait. The sword youth laughed under his breath as he spoke in a playful tone.