Evil Mage Cultivation: The Immortal Enslavement Path Chapter 67

"The tension seem to be at tip of breaking point now, very nice." Wu Han, for two days he been switch between training and observing Theron progress through its eyes.

Now that Han clan and Flaming Cloud Sect began to have skirmishes within the forest, sooner or later somebody going to get killed, and then it bloodshed from there.

The problem is right now Luo clan still reserved its move.

Can’t know if it because Luo Chen level headed or he simply don’t care about casualty in the forest, but as long as tension keep building, he will need to act eventually, and beside it might be more beneficial if the rage got repressed.

Imagine a strong hot headed and determined young warrior get to fight other faction that killed their brother and sister in a tournament, of course someone going to break the rule of no killing, and it will go downhill much faster from there.

"Time for me to do my part as well," Wu Han stretched a bit before switching to Luo clan uniform. "I feel funny, me wearing white uniform." Just seeing himself in the mirror, pure light glowing from the quality fabric, stirred something in him.

In front of the massive main hall of the Luo clan, the open courtyard had filled from wall to wall. Disciples and teachers halted their training and came to spectate.

It was rare for something important enough to gather everyone in one place.

"Look, it’s Luo Bai, the second disciple!" Someone pointed toward a tall figure with long silk hair moving in the breeze. A huge black sword rested across his back. He stood above the arena, amusement clear on his face as he looked down.

"What kind of man would Luo Lan choose?" He had heard about the arranged marriage and how it collapsed.

Only a week had passed, yet she had already taken interest in someone new.

"How dare he?! Big Sister Lan is the strongest! No one in the world can touch her!" Luo Bing puffed up her chest.

She was a little girl with a neat bowl cut and two small buns, the younger sister of Luo Bai.

At twelve, she already worshiped Luo Lan as the model every woman warrior should follow. After all, Luo Lan was stronger than her own brother.

And her brother was very strong.

"Haha, Luo Lan is still a woman. Falling in love or not is her choice."

"Then if I fall in love with someone too, you won’t mind, right?" Luo Bing shot back.

"T-that’s different! His face changed at once.

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"Attention!" The announcer’s voice thundered across the courtyard.

Luo Phen stood at the front. Beside him gathered the elders, Luo Chen among them, with Luo Lan at his side.

"Two contestants, step onto the arena," Luo Phen called.

"Tenth disciple of the Luo clan, Hong Qing!"

A slim figure landed lightly on the platform. Her hair was tied neatly behind her back, blade resting steady at her side. Today it fell in soft curls, and her skin looked almost unreal under the sun.

She had clearly taken extra care with herself. Even the surrounding disciples could tell.

"Go, go! Beat him! Yan Fei shouted from the sideline.

A wooden crutch was tucked under his arm, helping him stand.

He still had not recovered from the injuries Wu Han had given him.

Hong Qing ignored her fiancé. Her eyes stayed on the opposite end of the arena.

"Disciple of the miracle doctor, Wu Han!"

Wu Han climbed the steps at an easy pace and walked to his position as if he were out for a stroll.

"Nice smell," he said, nose twitching slightly as he caught the faint floral scent drifting from her.

"Y, you know?" Hong Qing touched her hair, twisting a strand around her finger. She had bought a new shampoo and replaced almost everything in her cabinet just for today’s fight.

"Of course. From Hui Lian’s shop, right?" Wu Han felt the faint trace of his mana lingering on it.

"Yes. I couldn’t refuse a product from the miracle doctor, could I?" Her smile widened, color rising to her cheeks.

"Haha, true." Wu Han let out a small laugh. Perhaps he should pay his two slaves another visit and see what they had been up to.

First an antidote, now beauty goods.

As long as his influence kept spreading, he did not really care what form it took.

Their easy conversation made the crowd shift uneasily. Yan Fei felt it the most. He had grown up beside Hong Qing, yet she had rarely sounded this bright with him.

Wu Han laughed. "You are giving the product too much credit. It you that makes it work."

Her face flared red at once. She covered it with her sleeve and called out toward the elders, "Start the match already!"

"The rules are simple, no killing and no fatal injury," Luo Phen explained.

"If Wu Han wins, he will be granted the tenth position of our clan and, with it, the right to marry Luo Lan."

"If Hong Qing wins, she will be granted five thousand spirit stones and access to one of the three clan secret techniques!"

The courtyard stirred. Wu Han’s reward had already spread through rumors, so most people were prepared for it. Hong Qing’s side, though, carried real weight. That kind of opportunity usually belonged to the top three disciples, a prize others waited years to touch.

Luo Phen looked at the two figures facing each other. "Are you both ready?"

Hong Qing drew her sword. The blade caught the sunlight and gave off a faint glow. It was her family heirloom. Her background could not compare to the Luo clan, yet in her own household she stood at the same height Luo Lan did in hers.

"Yes!" She said, eyes locked onto Wu Han.

Wu Han smiled and pulled out his silver spear.

"I am warning you. I am at least twenty times stronger than when we last fought."

"Good." Hong Qing lowered her body, stance tight, ready to spring.

Wu Han rolled the shaft of the spear in his palm.

His handling remained straightforward. Since that day he had not picked up any new martial art, yet the basics had grown sharper with every use.

"I’m ready," Wu Han replied.

"If both parties are ready," Luo Phen drew in a breath and raised his voice.

"Fight, start!"