Chapter 586: Chapter 586: Being Made Fun Of

Oaks may fall, but the reeds can withstand a storm. Is it not better to bend than to break? Destruction always pursues the strong.

Olivia knew this, and so did Zen.

Zen had no idea about his own capabilities before he entered the Talent Tablet. Even if he did have countless skills, was it really necessary to have that label “Celestial Position” added right before his name? What did it even mean, anyway?

It must have meant so much validation for such a recognition.

Suddenly, a majestic aura rained down before Zen. He turned around and saw that it was an ogre war lord. Even if he had seen a number of them in his existence, he was still in awe every single time. However, the majority of them were not friendly at all.

“A tenth-level war lord?”

Zen's eyebrows furrowed out of intense curiosity.

“That's an ogre seat owner,” Olivia whispered into Zen's ear, eyes fixated on the creature right before them.

“You brat. You think you're some hotshot, huh, having carved your name this big?” Malcom's voice rang throughout the entire town, causing everyone's ears to ring.

The words that came out of Malcom's mouth gave Olivia some palpitations. Her heart started to pump loudly, as if threatening to escape her chest. It had been one of the many things she feared. If Malcom killed Zen at that very moment, the humans could have done nothing but watch.

“What's the problem then?”

Zen asked, his eyebrows twitching from the anger that was brewing inside of him. Unlike most, he wasn't at all afraid of Malcom.

Strange gazes were everywhere. Some expressions were so easy to spell out. Almost all of them were wondering where in the world Zen mustered up such confidence to stand up to someone like Malcom in that certain way. 'Is he asking for his death?' they all thought to themselves.

Every race that existed would have agreed that someone as skillful as Zen had an unfortunate fate. Ogres came for someone like him. They wanted him gone.

The war between the humans and the ogres was personal, so the other races just watched the ongoing banter from a distance, staying safe from that kind of trouble.

Malcom let out a laugh so sinister that it crept almost everyone out in sight. “I don't think you have any idea what you're getting into, kid.”

Arrogantly and in great strides, he walked towards Zen.

All of a sudden, a black figure accompanied by a white one appeared beside Zen in a flash. Those two were Fabian and Jarrod, who were on full alert to prevent Malcom from causing Zen harm.

A strange sound engulfed the area.

The forceful energy was continuously circulating around Malcom's hands. It was purplish black in color, and exuded such force. He never showed Fabian and Jarrod any kind of respect. He even laughed coldly into their faces and said, “I'm going to make you pay!”

Combining Fabian's and Jarrod's powers would have been a mismatch against Malcom. They were very powerful, too.

But, then what?

It was inevitable that the human race would eventually lose against the ogres.

What was worse would be the elimination of the human war fighters, generals, and lords from the Tower of Sin.

It would go downhill from there. Things would take a turn for the worst. If both the Flaming and Dread Ogre Sacred Places decided to make their move, they had the ability to wipe out the Purple Heart Sacred Place from the Sea God Continent. The humans would result to nothing. ᚱ𝔞ŊỗΒƐş

That was the sorrow of the weak. Their lack of strength left them no choice but to endure. It was either that, or they died a bloody death.

Even if Fabian and Jarrod were not afraid of Malcom, they flinched at his words.

Protecting Zen was essential, but the human race was still the top priority.

It was never clear to Zen how the black and white duo came about, but he had a slight clue about what purpose they served when it came to him.

The Purple Heart Sacred Place desperately wanted to protect him from the ogres who had only one thing in mind: have him killed. The rules of the safe zone didn't seem to work at that specific time. It was proven that even the strongest person could be attacked. Zen laughed to himself but refused to say anything. He wanted to see for himself how else things could go.

“Zen, I'd like to challenge you,” Boris said, taking a step forward and surprising everyone with his gesture during the commotion.

“Come on, then!” Zen responded with a small smile playing on his lips.

Without any hesitation, he just agreed. He believed he could take on anything and anyone.

Glancing at Boris, Malcom was sure he didn't want to make any move. Like what Boris had told him, Zen died and the trouble ended. The earlier, the better. By then, no one would have the right to mock the ogres.

If Boris failed, Malcom still stood a chance.

All he wanted at that very moment was to press Zen, but he never expected for the kid to be fearless of him. A reaction would have sufficed, but the boy didn't tremble in his presence.

Seeing Zen's nonchalant expression, Malcom had the strongest urge to tear him to pieces right then and there.

The heated confrontation between two races ended when Zen accepted Boris' challenge. Zen left first, and Olivia followed. At the end of the day, their goal was to fight in the arena, not in the streets.

All members of the human race had occupied the arena, so Boris also took a step and led the ogres to where the action would take place.

The other creatures that had also gathered in front of the Talent Tablet also moved to the arena.

Not long, the spectator stands all over the area were packed to the brim. It was loud and dusty, a perfect day for a duel.

The Tower of Sin was a world of pyramid. The number of war fighters on the first five floors was several times more than the number of war generals on the sixth floor. From the sixth floor onward, the number had begun to decrease rapidly. As for the tenth floor, it was occupied by tenth-level war generals, where talents from all races gathered.

The tenth floor was a force to reckon.

In order to reach the higher levels of the tower, the war generals cultivated their skills in the secret room and worked harder than most warriors on the other floors. It was tight.

Due to the conniption between Boris and Zen, those war generals had sneaked out of the secret room to watch, too.

In one of the spectator stands sat a young woman dressed in a long, green robe. Her hair floated through the thick air and her eyes were sharp as knives. Her name was Cheryl Mu, a divine-level talent of the Demon Night. A sight to behold.

On the tenth floor in the Tower of Sin, Cheryl and Boris were always compared. The two of them were the most powerful talents among the young throughout the Sea God Continent.

Keeping to herself at all times, Cheryl had also been doing her training in the secret room. A spell of Time Law was cast on her training room, which meant that ten days inside it was one day in the outside world.

The two, Cheryl and Boris, had fought twice in the past. However, both of the fight resulted in a draw. Despite this, Cheryl still felt like she had suffered defeat.

According to the rules of the arena, if both sides fought to a standstill, then they would exchange their Lucky Light. During those two fights, Cheryl had stored up a lot more Lucky Light than Boris. It was something that rankled her.

It was only natural for Cheryl to have something she could take pride in. Being a member of Demon Night had that effect. Through that training, Cheryl planned to be the first in line and leave Boris behind. That was the exact reason she had spent all of her points on a training room that could interfere with the time flow rate.

She was called out of the secret room for this event. Normally, it would piss her off, but knowing that someone had decided to accept Boris' challenge gave her excitement to an unbelievable extent.

At that certain time, Cheryl felt a pang of envy towards Boris, for she had her eyes on Zen as well.

This guy had achieved the Celestial Position title and had worked his way as a tenth-level war fighter. His abilities must be astounding.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Malcom allowed his eyes to travel through the arena. It was true that Zen's talent had been proven by the Talent Tablet, but talent didn't mean everything for a martial artist. After all, Boris' cultivation was higher than Zen, and from Malcom's point of view, the possibility of Zen being killed by Boris was very high.

“If Boris fails to end your life today...”

Malcom licked his lips out of eagerness before he continued, “I will do it myself.”

The ogres had already suffered greatly because of Amber, and now, Amber, with her own strength, could harm the existence of the Flaming and Dread Ogre Sacred Places altogether. This was unbearable for the ogres. Amber was a threat, and Zen was stronger than her!

In the eyes of Malcom, Zen was already a dead man. It was either him or Boris, who did the deed.

“Come on, Zen Luo!”

one of the war generals shouted from one of the stands.

His voice echoed throughout the arena, causing the others to hype up as well. Screams from different directions quickly filled the place.

Human war generals from the tenth floor began to populate the place, too. Their shouts were loud and impressive.

Zen nodded to his fellow humans in the audience, as if saying, “Let's do this, yeah?”

“I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. Finally, you're standing before me. Kid, let me tell you this. It seems that your clansmen doubt your victory,” Boris sneered.

“And what do you mean by that?” Zen asked with a playful smile.

“If they know so well that you'd win against me, why do they feel the need to cheer you on? My clansmen don't need to shout my name to let me know they believe in my abilities,” Boris answered, not even subtle with his arrogance.

Boris' words didn't have a single effect on Zen. “There's no point in speaking further. I think most ogres are reckless. You're an exception though, aren't you? Don't stoop so low just to get a reaction from me. If you know so well that you'd win against me, why do you feel the need to use these cheap tricks?” Zen mocked his earlier words.

“You're right, kid. But please, do me a favor and go all out. The thought of you giving your best shot to kill me excites me all the more,” Boris stated with a sly smile.

The competition wasn't as important as killing Zen. That was how it was for the ogres. That was how much they despised his existence.

However, Boris had his own share of selfish thoughts. He truthfully wanted Zen to go all out, so that he challenged himself to give it his all as well. A duel everyone would never forget.

“I think it's time we stop talking at once.” At his words, Zen pulled out his sacred weapon. The light hit its sharp edges. What a way to start the fight.

Boris huffed in sheer excitement, pulling out his own weapon.

The ogres were of the tall and well-built kind. Their weapons were as sturdy as their bodies. Boris' saber was impressive with its faint red glow on the blade, which was just as sacred as Zen's sword.

The very moment Boris raised his weapon, the red glow began to disappear. At the same time, a faint red light exploded from his eyes.

“This low-grade sacred saber is called Blood Devour. As its rightful owner, I shall not feel any pain until I fall in battle. It shall give me endless strength and courage. Limitless!”

The once calm face that Boris was carrying had now turned into a look of madness.

Sacred weapons were unique and had each of their own characteristics.

As a standard weapon of the Dragon Abyss Palace, Zen's sword was almost useless. However, he was the kind of guy who made use of whatever he had. A weapon was a weapon. All of them shall give their owners the strength and courage.

“Fighting a tenth-level war fighter is actually very embarrassing for someone like me. However, since you have obtained the title of 'Celestial Position', I cannot regard you as a war fighter. Now, show me your true strength!”

Flourishing his saber, Boris took a leap while a violent forceful energy erupted out of his body. His weapon released a blinding light, which went directly on to Zen's head.

Quick to notice this potential damage, Zen leaned to the side and avoided the strike. Naturally, the saber only cut through the air.

A loud thud was heard by the entire place.

The broad blade of the saber decorated the arena. Boris horizontally pulled out his saber and it drew a semicircle in the air. He attempted to hack it towards Zen's direction.

Even though Boris was smaller compared to the other ogres, he was just as strapping and strong.

Stepping aside, Zen had once again managed to avoid the forceful attack.

Two huge cracks appeared on the arena grounds. Like the mouths of devils, they healed themselves.

Because of the existence of the weapon spirit, the Tower of Sin had such an ability to heal itself. Zen understood that now.

The weapon spirit controlled the Tower of Sin. Now that its owner had already passed away, the weapon spirit could only protect the tower, but not had the trainees there under its control.

“Is that all you know how to do? Dodge my attacks? Let's see if you can still dodge this!”

Boris waved his saber and began to spin it rapidly, almost resembling a windmill.

By the time Boris had reached a certain speed, Zen could no longer see the saber in front of him. It was just a circular wheel.

“This is the Broken Killing Wheel!”

Boris stared at his gigantic creation and charged towards Zen. The saber's rotation speed had reached its limit, completely sealing off Zen's escape route. It was going to be impossible for him to avoid this one.

“It's time,” Zen whispered to himself as he horizontally held his sword. Taking a step back, he let his strongest energy emerge from his body.

“No Move!”

He looked like a child with his crooked sword, almost as if stabbing the opponent for no clear reason at all.

“What is he doing? Is he making fun of Boris?”

“He is definitely going to pay for mocking his opponent!”

“What kind of technique was that?”

Zen's actions had caused a commotion among the crowd. All of them had not a clue as to what that crooked sword technique was for.

Obviously, Boris was the dominator of the two. Whoever got strangled into the wheel would suffer a painful death, with their body pieces spreading out in the arena. That meat grinder of a saber could create a bloodbath.

In the eyes of the war generals, Zen's strike was quite unorthodox and completely out of tune.

Cheryl stood up from her seat and stared intensely at Zen's crooked weapon.

As a swordsman herself, Cheryl was shocked at the sight of the young man's sword. Her swordsmanship was passed down to her from the sacred place of Demon Night, so it was safe to say that she knew her weapons.

'This sword technique is the strangest I've seen, yet I'm very drawn to it, '

Cheryl admitted to herself, even if she didn't want to.

Malcom, Madeline, Fabian, and Jarrod, who were all sitting right by Cheryl, had a particular look on their faces. They were frustrated and impressed.

Putting aside racial prejudice, Zen's crooked sword technique seemed to contain endless mysteries being discussed by everyone present at the scene. They all believed they could easily avoid this attack and defeat him using other methods.

This move made by Zen caused utter confusion.

“Where could this brat have learned this kind of technique?”

Fabian's lips twisted in different directions as he shook his head, unable to make anything out of Zen's sudden weirdness.

“I think it's just getting more and more interesting, to be honest,” Madeline said, smiling softly.

Clatter!

Zen's sword move seemed light, but as he began to thrust it forward, it touched the shaft of Boris' saber. At that exact moment, a huge force exploded from Zen's body, spreading throughout the sword.

With a single strike, the saber that Boris brandished like a wheel came to an abrupt stop.

A faint smile hung on Zen's face as he looked at Boris. His long sword was firmly stuck on Boris' saber as if it grew out of it.

He tried to withdraw his weapon, but Zen's sword was too big for him to do so.

Strength had always been the pride of the ogres.

The Demon Night relied on their agility, while the ogres basked in their pride of strength. Boris, an ogre, was defeated strength-wise by a boy.

That was the ultimate humiliation!

With his face turning red from the embarrassment, Boris, with all his might, mustered all of his ogre strength and was finally able to take back his saber. With a swift wave of his hand, the saber created a huge arc as it flew to Zen's direction.

Despite that forceful attack, Zen remained unaffected.

Using the No Move technique, he was able to dodge Boris' attacks. Zen's technique was intangible, so his sword strikes were unpredictable and seamless. He moved like the wind.

Clatter!

Once again, Zen's sacred weapon had sealed off Boris' saber.

“I did it again!”

Zen beamed to himself.

Upon seeing the boy's smiling face, Boris started to grow sad and felt somehow defeated.

Among the war generals, Boris only had one opponent, and that was Cheryl from the Demon Night. He even had the confidence to kill war lords of low levels. But today, he was being made fun of! Not even a war general but a mere human war fighter, Zen was able to put Boris to shame.

This was a huge blow even for a big ogre like him to take.

“Anyone who dares mock me will face his death!”

A red light appeared on Boris' eyes.

His weapon, the Blood Devour, had a special martial skill, and that was to swallow its owner's blood vitality and give off powerful strength.

The power of the ogres' blood vitality was far greater than that of ordinary creatures. But, the loss of blood vitality would ultimately have a negative impact on a martial artist. Thus, even Boris rarely used his blood vitality to nourish his saber, as it could cost him much.

He had no other choice at that point.

That brat of a human right in front of him had to die. He had to disappear, for the sake of himself as well as the ogres.

When the raging energy from his body had fully entered the saber in his hand, the aura that burst out from him was ten times stronger than before. He was just getting started.