Chapter 462 - "Display of skill" (1/2)

Nantian heaved a heavy sigh of relief, his whole body covered in sweat as visible bruises can be seen all over him. Light wounds had struck his body as his fist clenched tightly.

He looked at his surroundings where dozens of disciples laid flat on the ground breathing heavily, just not as heavy as his. He couldn't believe it, he actually managed to win against more than a hundred disciples stronger than him!

Nantian looked at his hands before uttering: 'So... this is master's training?' As his thoughts reached to here, he looked back at Mo Xie.

”Master...”

Mo Xie nodded his head: ”Study the scrolls I gave you for two more months, be sure to understand it till you're able to use it with your own style, do not just copy what's inside it.”

Nantian hearing this felt quite embarrassed, he was actually waiting for praise, but still, he understood Mo Xie's words, the scroll is just some basics.

The scroll his master gave him was enough to teach him 1+1=2, basically, it thought him the basics of what's needed to be learned, it's up to him to use it in his own way, like an apple plus an apple is two apples~ that's that. He nodded his head: ”I understand, master.”

At this time, Mo Xie nodded his head: ”You can return to your training.”

”Yes!” Nantian bowed and made his way to the far northern part of Mo Peak.

Mo Xie looked at the disciples on the ground, a lot of them had already lost consciousness while there are those that are groaning from the pain they had received, there are those that couldn't believe what happened and were doing nothing but stare blankly at the ground.

Mo Xie at the very least have his own conscience in this aspect, well, that's when his wife Shang Ting is present, he immediately started to spread his spiritual energy towards the disciple, calming their mind in an instant.

With their mind calmed down, those few that had lost consciousness also woke up.

”For the elders, you've witnessed the display of skills by these disciples, do pick any of the disciples you wish to take.”

Hearing Mo Xie, all of the disciples felt ashamed, they looked at the ground without a hint of expectation.

Display of skills? They were destroyed without even grabbing Nantian's robe, what skill had they showed? At first, they were still pristine with their actions, calculative, and at the same time, had thought of what to do.

But after thirty minutes, they became savages that threw random punches like those punks fighting in the streets.

The elders could only shake their heads, they are all decent, there were also those that stood above the rest.

But these disciples, how should they say it, rather than accepting these somewhat acceptable disciples, or those somewhat superior, they'd rather not be on bad terms with this elder Mo.

After all, each one of them has more outstanding ones, what's declining these batch for? They have a lot of chances in the future to look for these kinds of disciples, but getting on good terms with Mo Xie? It may not come the second time around.

Even though they don't know anything about him, just his status as a Grand Guest Elder is way above theirs already, forming connections with such an individual is more important to them than getting more headaches, even being an acquaintance is better than nothing.

One of the elders then led by speaking: ”None of them caught my interest, if there are, they do not suit the style I teach.”

”Same with me.”

”So do I.”

”I feel that they are fairly decent... but, that's all.”

”Compared to the disciples I took in, they barely qualified against my weakest and newest disciple.”