'Tap, Tap.'
Hurriedly stepping back, the level seven 'VII' disciples had a horrified expression on their faces as they looked at the smile on the handsome face of Zhao Luo.
The one leading them had fallen already.
Everything had happened in an instant.
Zhao Luo's action of taking down the level eight 'VIII' disciple was so fast that even the crowd hadn't reacted to it yet.
"HAHAHA."
Zhao Luo let out a boisterous laugh as he looked at the scared faces of the disciples.
To the disciples, Zhao Luo looked like the silver-haired devil who would bring their inevitable end.
*Loud cheering*
The crowd that was sitting on this side of the giant stage suddenly erupted as they looked at this one of the many 'one vs many' fights going on the stage.
'Whoosh.'
'Whoosh.'
Si Chen and Feng Ma passed Zhao Luo with incredible speed.
Feng Ma had his wine flask in his hand while Si Chen was holding a blue sword.
"Hey, guys..."
Zhao Luo mumbled with a smile as his brothers were more eager than him to show off.
"We know you can take them but-"
"Let us have some fun too, brother."
Si Chen and Feng Ma's voice was left behind as they reached the disciples.
"Drunk Man's Flask."
"Chen Family's First Sword Style: Wave."
Both Feng Ma and Si Chen struck with the enemy disciples with their moderate attacks but the other side wasn't a group full of dummies and puppets.
"BOOM."
'CLANG.'
'TING.'
A big fight erupted as both Feng Ma and Si Chen entered the fray.
"Mini Walk."
Zhao Luo flashed from his place and rushed behind his brothers to support them.
This was a big fight on Zhao Luo's side but it wasn't only him who was facing such a big resistance.
The giant stage was filled with action and drowned with the spectator's cheers.
On some other part of the stage.
"Little Miss."
Five disciples surrounded a veiled maiden.
The badge on her robe showed that she was a level seven VII disciple too.
Till now the disciples surrounding her were persuading her calmly without showing any other intention except helping her, but then one of them stepped towards her.
"Why don't you join us? We will protect you well...hehe."
One of them brought his hand towards her shoulder.
Rose squinted her eyes.
'Slash.'
A pink line was left in front of the disciple as she swung her sword upwards.
The next moment the disciple's eyes widened as he slowly fell and a line of blood started spilling out from his stomach and reaching his chin.
"Agh~"
A cold and painful scream left his mouth.
"Little miss don't blame us later."
The four disciples who were watching their subordinate crying out in pain said and started closing in on her.
"Humph."
Rose grumped and raised her azure sword.
There was no fear in her clear red eyes.
"I am more than enough to protect myself."
She coldly said as she jumped towards them.
Crazy battles erupted all around the giant stage while the number of disciples started falling rapidly.
"I knew it."
"Hahahaha."
"He has improved to an unfathomable extent."
Second Elder, Elder Dousan laughed heartily as his eyes were fixed on Zhao Luo.
Elder Dousan's eyes glimmered with excitement as he held his snow-white beard.
"The two disciples next to Zhao Luo are in no way inferior to him."
Third Elder, Elder Bao Fei added as he was focused on the whole stage instead of only Zhao Luo.
"But if that's all he can do..."
Xin Wang spoke calmly as he looked at different parts of the stage before bringing his sight back on Zhao Luo.
"then just surviving the Open Battle will be his limit."
Xin Wang was happy with Zhao Luo's growth but it wasn't something that could force him to be on the edge of his seat.
"Sect Leader, no, Little Wang, do trust these old eyes."
Second Elder told Xin Wang.
In the whole Xin Sect and the Xin Range, only Elder Dousan held the privilege to address the Sect Leader like this.
'Nod.'
Xin Wang nodded and kept ln watching.
'He can't see a word on the scroll of greed, thus just this much shouldn't be what he is capable of.'
Xin Wang thought while looking at Zhao Luo clashing with the disciples.
'Hah.'
'Hah.'
Feng Ma and Si Chen were adjusting their breath while Zhao Luo stood in front of them.
"You can rest and leave everything on your brother."
Zhao Luo told them with a collected smile on his face.
"Hah, brother, how can we be tired already?"
"Yes, till the end, we will fight beside you."
Feng Ma and Si Chen replied to Zhao Luo.
The three had already taken care of the fifty disciples.
Feng Ma and Si Chen took a step and stood next to Zhao Luo.
"Brother I think another group is coming."
Feng Ma told Zhao Luo.
Till now it had only been ten minutes since the Open Battle had commenced yet around a thousand disciples were already been disqualified by being knocked out of the stage.
Zhao Luo didn't know of such details as he could only welcome the disciples who were coming for him.
"Ahhh."
"BOOM."
"AHHH."
Zhao Luo looked ahead where Feng Ma had pointed earlier and could only hear screams as disciples that looked like they were coming at him, were instead running away from someone.
Disciples were being sent flying left and right as a disciple rushed towards Zhao Luo's direction from the middle of the stage.
"BULL CHARGE~"
"Oraaaaa~"
A loud shout was heard as someone was being so loud that everyone on the stage could hear his shouts.
Not only was he loud but he was knocking everyone around him, without giving a heck if it was a friend, foe, or someone he was acquainted with.
'All that just to reach me?'
Zhao Luo mumbled with surprise as whoever this disciple was, he was just making things hard for himself.
