Chapter 64: Your sister better be pretty

Selvic roared in rage, his sword emitting terrifying [Sword Intent], coupled with the Solar Element, the temperature on the platform rose to new heights!

Many disciples gasped!

“That’s Selvic’s infamous Solar Sword Technique!”

“No way he is using that against a Vita Core Realm cultivator, isn’t that a bit embarrassing?”

On the platform, Selvic gritted his teeth, hearing the remarks of his fellow cultivators. Was it embarrassing? Yes, but this bastard had insulted his sister! He would pay for it!

“You should be honored,” Selvis said, his tone sky high, condescending,”Even in the Inner Court, rarely anyone saw this technique of mine!”

“So much for that power of yours,” Rahu said, his expression lazy,” You just talk, talk, and talk. Tell me, Selvic, where are you getting that confidence of yours to call me an ant? When all this time you weren’t even able to scratch me?”

“You–!” Selvic hissed, “I’ll rip that arrogant tongue of yours!”

Saying that, he dashed towards Rahu and swung his sword at him.

A scorching, heated arc was released from his blade; it was blinding, even for the disciples up in the audience. The ground beneath Selvic cracked.

Ff one were to touch that arc, they would certainly be burnt to a crisp.

Seeing this, Rahu smirked, but he didn’t move to dodge that. He just raised his bare hand at the arc and

Boom!!

Ksssshh—sst!

The solar arc mixed with the [Sword Intent] struck Rahu’s hand straight!

“Hahaha, fool! Do you want to be burned to death!?” Selvic laughed out loud at the sight. Now, he was sure this crazy bastard would definitely be crippled.

When the smoke cleared, a tall figure was standing. Without a single mark on his hand or his body.

“Is this what you call an attack?” A low, mocking voice echoed around the colosseum, stunning the entire crowd.

Selvic’s eyes widened almost comically, and his mouth dropped open. His expression was twisted in sheer disbelief.

But, it wasn’t just him that reacted like that, high above in the Elder seating ring.

“That boy…his body is definitely not ordinary,” Elder Tristan muttered. He more than anyone knew how strong that attack was.

A high-level offensive element combined with the [Sword Intent]? He was sure, even among the core disciples, that no one’s body was strong enough to come out without a single scratch.

Yueshan, too, agreed with him. She had noticed at the trials that his body was strong due to the unfathomable [Sword Aura] which the sect master herself had mentioned.

But this? This was something else entirely. His body just wasn’t ’hard’ anymore. No, no matter how strong one’s body is, it was never able to defend against the swords.

And this guy dismissed it like it was nothing. This feat was only possible if one were at their level. Only a soul strong as theirs would be able to pull this feat off without any damage.

The other peak leaders and Elders nodded. They, too, had never seen anything like this.

…

Down below, Selvis stared at Rahu, who was clapping his hands as if removing some dirt.

“H-how?” Selvic asked; he was dying to know the answer.

“How? It’s simple, your [Sword Intent] is weak and pathetic, maybe you should borrow your sister’s name and go to a brothel!” Rahu laughed; his mocking was so venomous that even the crowd burst into laughter.

“HAHAHAHA”

“Kyaa! Junior brother Rahu is so savage!”

“Just look at Selvic’s face!! Hahaha, it looks like he’s gonna cry!”

Selvic trembled in fury, his [Sword Intent] surged again! He slashed it again at Rahu.

This time, Rahu didn’t block the attack; he simply…stepped aside.

Selvic continued his furious slashes, but Rahu casually parried each strike. A flick of his wrist, a small shift in his footwork, now anybody could see it.

Rahu was playing with him.

After another ten minutes of slashing, shouting, and raging. Selvic finally felt it, he—he was far weaker than Rahu!

Sweat dripped down his forehead, his arms felt heavy, his breath uneven,

And Rahu? His breathing hasn’t changed. He looked like he was taking a stroll in the park.

“Hey, Selvic, your sister better be pretty. Because tonight…hehe,” Rahu said in mid-fight.

Selvic jolted, his expression twisting in raw fury.

Just as he was about to attack him again, a large hand blurred from his side and

Slap!

Rahu struck Selvic’s cheeks casually. He did not put any force behind that attack, as Selvic’s head tilted to the side.

For a heartbeat, the arena went silent.

Then,

“HAHAHAHAHA”

“Did…did Selvic just get slapped!?”

“He did not even put any strength in it—The poor guy is just getting bullied at this point!”

“HAHA, Selvic did that hurt!?”

Selvic froze.

He felt his ears ringing, not from the slap but from the humiliation sinking into his existence.

A slap

Not a punch

Not a strike

Not even a technique!

A casual slap, as if swatting some arrogant mosquito!

His hands trembled, his heart shook.

This…this can’t be! This can’t be happening!

And the crowd’s jeers and insults weren’t helping, if not pouring oil in the fire.

Something snapped inside Selvic. No, it wasn’t some power-up. A deep fear crept into his bones.

Realisation dawned upon him as he felt regret churn inside his stomach. He should’ve just kept quiet, finished the competition, gone home, and cultivated quietly. But he could still,

“I-I surr–” Before he could finish his sentence, a large hand held his throat like a vice grip.

“Hey, hey, now that is bad manners, right? You had all the fun, and now you’re trying to surrender? What about me?”

Selvic saw a horrifying scene; his blood ran cold. An unnatural, wild smile was plastered on Rahu’s face.

With a small flick of his finger, he crushed Selvic’s vocal cords with a sickening crunch.

Selvic staggered back, clutching his neck, terror flooding his veins. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, but couldn’t make a sound.

Nothing came out

Not even a whisper

Rahu tilted his head. His smile widened as he saw Selvic flail.

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