100 Human Mortal Realm 6 (1/2)

Ores feet were heavy as he slowly walked towards the stage. His aura was stifling, the sky seemingly darkened with his every step.

His muscles rippled, sending his simple linen shirt into the wind. The battle axe on his back seemed to vibrate with anticipation.

Every step was like an attempt to crush Dyon's heart, to crush his arrogance, to crush any means of resistance.

Weaker students shivered. The pungent smell of piss filled the area under the terrace and even reached the regular audience.

Grabbing his axe from his back, Ores swung it leisurely, but the air seemed to slice willingly. Bowing down to his skill and his power.

Ores leaped.

BOOM!

He landed 3 meters from Dyon. To him, this distance was enough for an instant kill.

He loomed above, staring down at Dyon with disdain. A Dyon who didn't seem to have any intention of moving despite the danger.

Ores' voice rang out, carrying a domineering will, ”I'll only give you one chance. Take out a weapon and defend yourself, or else you won't know how you died.”

Dyon's arm trembled, causing Ores to sneer, ”it's too late to be afraid now. You've blasphemed the Grimbold name. Today you won't leave without becoming a cripple. Either that. Or you won't leave at all.”

Suddenly, Dyon yawned, ”what are you talking about,” Dyon brought his hand over, he scratched an itch, ”I just felt so disgusted by your presence that I gained the irresistible urge to scratch myself all over.”

The crowd froze as Ores' face darkened.

”It's clear you won't cry until the coffin's being lowered. Since that's the case, you can be on your way now,” Ores raised his axe, a gleam of hot and raging fire gracing the blade.

Dyon looked up with an interested expression, '4th level meridian formation… 34 opened meridians… not bad. At such a young age, considering he must have only recently begun cultivating, he definitely has a good chance of stepping into the saint stage.'

BOOM!

Ores' axe stopped inches from Dyon's face, a dazzling array swirled with complex gold, not showing a hint of wavering to Ores' power.

Ores' eyebrows furrowed, ”is this how Acacia Academy does battle? Array Plates? How pitiful.”

The crowd booed, disgusted with Dyon's actions.

Elder Cormyth sneered along with the geniuses brought from the other academies, ”is this your so-called genius?”

Uncle Acacia said nothing, instead lightly smiling. He sent a look over to Ri who was smirking. Clearly, she knew something.

Dyons sighed, ”you know, I'm tired of my genius getting mistaken for the work of others…”

”You dare to still say that this is your genius? If I wanted to use a practitioner level plate, you think my family wouldn't be able to buy hundreds, if not thousands for me? You disgust me. Not only is your lineage subpar, your character is even worse. You don't have the spirit of a warrior. You aren't worthy of dying by my axe,” Ores put his battle axe away, intent on walking away.

Suddenly, the air changed around Dyon. A Demonic will permeated the air. The anger was clear in his eyes.

”My lineage? Subpar? Open your dog eyes.”

The wind raged, tens of formations spun violently behind Dyon, their formation slowed so that everyone could witness their construction.

Ores looked back, a serious expression surfacing on his face.

”You've done a lot of things to piss me off. First you try to take a 5-year-old as your concubine. Then you insult my friend's beauty. And now you have the face to insult my lineage?”

BOOM!

A weapon's hell array completed, immediately firing a spear of unparalleled speed towards Ores.

Ores Roared, brandishing his axe and swinging to block.

BOOM!

Ores flex backwards, sliding across the stage to finally stop at its edge.

”You've got a lot of nerve. Is the Grimbold family so great?”