Sword Among Us

Zhang Wuji’s arrival in the arena naturally stirred up a lot of attention.

The awe-inspiring fame of Ming Cult’s master had entered deep into the hearts of the people in the world of martial artists. The sect leaders of the six great sects were not his opponents, and even some of the famous sects had been suppressed so much that they could no longer raise their heads.

But for the sake of Ming Cult not becoming the subject of ridicule anymore, not only did Zhang Wuji change Ming Cult’s past trend of being prideful and acting alone, he also respected the sects and only defeated the representative from Shaolin Temple after exchanging more than one hundred moves against him. He showed the elegance of an elite.

Master Kong Xiang nodded repeatedly.

“Cult Master Zhang has indeed become much stronger than before. There’s a high chance that he will be the master of the alliance to attack Sky Demon Sect.”

“Master Kong Xiang, are you looking down on the martial artists in the world? If we talk about strength and temperament, there are plenty of elites in the area, and you’re thinking of electing a young brat like him to take up the position of the master of the alliance between martial arts? Did the battle at Light Summit scare you witless?” An awe-inspiring snort came airily into their ears in a mocking manner.

Master Kong Xiang’s expression turned dark. He looked at the old man in green, who was one tent away. “Old Heretic Huang, if you think that you can still fight, you can go up and do so, perhaps I can even fight against you.” The abbot’s stubborn personality had still not changed in the slightest.

The person who had spoken to mock him was Huang Yaoshi, and there was a man and woman who stood beside him. The man was large and built. He might not have said anything, but he had an extraordinary presence.

The woman was in her thirties, and her name was Huang Rong. She was rather troubled by her father and the abbot’s quarrel, and she immediately came forth to mediate the situation.

“Abbot, please do not blame my father. He only believes that it has not been long since Cult Master Zhang began to lead Ming Cult, and there are plenty of matters to deal with in Ming Cult. If you add the great responsibility of the master of the martial artist alliance on Cult Master Zhang’s shoulders, the burden might be a little too heavy.”

Master Kong Xiang’s expression instantly became much gentler.

Huang Rong tried to calm down her father, then said, “Big Brother Jing, why don’t you go up and fight against Cult Master Zhang?”

“Sure.” Guo Jing nodded.

Even though Zhang Wuji had already trained his Heaven and Earth Great Shift until it reached the peak of the seventh realm, Guo Jing’s power was also astonishing. His Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm had reached a shocking degree, and no normal person could handle it.

He walked up the arena with a majestic gait.

“I have come to challenge you, Cult Master Zhang.”

“It is my pleasure!”

Two people from different generations had actually come into contact with each other in the game. What sort of conflict would that stir up? The best players who entered Dragon Tiger Arena, including One Emperor, watched the scene with somber expressions.

*****

At that moment, Happy handed over his wooden plate, and he, too, smoothly entered Dragon Tiger Arena, where elites from various sects gathered!

When he entered, the Murong Clan Lady appeared beside him from somewhere.

“Not bad. There are very few young disciples who can join Dragon Tiger Arena, and there are plenty of people from other sects who did not manage to send their young disciples here. As of now, there are only seven disciples at Dragon Tiger Arena.”

“Seven?”

Happy was a little shocked by the number he obtained from the Murong Clan Lady.

As he fought his way up, he came to understand clearly just how difficult the Street of Arenas was. The elites from the sects went up one after another, and in the last battle, Happy had even needed to face off against Inaction Realm elite Wei Yixiao, Ming Cult’s Black-winged Bat King.

If it were not because he had Golden Essence Nine Yang Skill with him, which made Wei Yixiao’s amazing Freezing Soft Palm not very effective against him, Happy might have been forced to use Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm in that fight.

Yet there were actually seven people who managed to get to Dragon Tiger Arena within a short few hours?

‘Looks like I’ve still underestimated the heroes of the world.’

“That is correct.” The Murong Clan Lady did not know what Happy was thinking about, and she brought him to the shed belonging to the Murong Clan while she provided explanations. “The six great sects did not have any especially outstanding disciples. The extraordinary ones are basically all disciples of some legendary people.”

“Oh?”

“Green City Sword Sect’s Momo, Sword Sect’s One Emperor, Beggar’s Sect’s Night Rain Follows Wind, who is said to have officially become Guo Jing’s true disciple, Great Desert Nameless Swordsman’s disciple, North Placating Duke.”

She stopped talking for a moment before adding, “There are three more who can be considered to be both in the righteous and evil paths. One of them is Dongfang Bubai’s disciple, Lu Mingyue, another is Six-fingered Demonic Zither’s disciple, Wind Chimes, and last one might have come from Kunlun Sect, but he had learned Xuanming Elders’ Profound Abyss Divine Palm to fight his way up the martial arts tournament. Quite a number who belong both to the righteous and evil paths are here, but the villa master has no way of chasing them out.”

While speaking, the Murong Clan Lady instinctively cast a glance in Huang Yaoshi and Zhang Wuji’s direction.

Huang Yaoshi might be wilful and had killed countless people, but he had Beggar’s Sect and Great Swordsman Guo Jing serving as his powerful support. Their relationship was especially tight.

Zhang Wuji might be Ming Cult’s master, but he was Wudang Sect’s disciple, and he was Zhang Sanfeng’s grand-disciple.

There were plenty of people who came to Hero’s Mountain Villa, but most of them were not righteous martial artists with a completely clean history. Many of them had come into contact with those from the evil path or have done some evil in the past.

Happy was not at all surprised by One Emperor, Momo, Lu Mingyue, and the other people’s appearances. The only one that made him slightly shocked was Night Rain Follows Wind, because he seemed to have heard that name somewhere before.

The other one that shocked him was North Placating Duke. He was a man who had once risen to fame in China server, but then vanished in the Western Region’s desert. Now that he reappeared though, he showed up at Dragon Tiger Arena, the place that symbolised the top of the martial arts tournaments in China and stood at the center of everyone’s attention.

Wind Chimes might have already reached Life and Death Realm after months of hard work.

Once she entered that qi realm, the damage from her zither would have increased by leaps and bounds, so there would practically be no one below Moksha Realm who could win against her! She officially became a top-class player who could stand on her own!

As for Orochimaru…

The last time they parted, Orochimaru’s temperament had been different, and Happy knew that Orochimaru had come to understand the great difference in strength between them, but he did not expect that Orochimaru would get Xuanming Elders’ inheritance at the end and even show up at Dragon Tiger Arena.

While thinking about that, Happy was led by the Murong Clan Lady into the shed belonging to the Murong Clan.

Right when they entered, dozens of gazes that were not very friendly landed on Happy’s face. They sized him up repeatedly.

“It’s the people from the eight aristocratic families. Don’t sink to their level,” the Murong Clan Lady said softly by Happy’s ears.

He nodded in understanding and walked into the shed without batting an eyelid. When he saw the Murong Clan Lady sit down, he stood behind her calmly. Only those who were famous had seats in the martial arts tournament. The disciples did not have seats, which was why Happy could only stand.

But even if Happy did not want to cause trouble, it did not mean that there were others who were willing to let him have peace.

“Lady Murong, is this junior the young elite who’s had a peerless performance lately, the one called Happy? He doesn’t seem to be much.”

A voice that spoke with a drawl and said very harsh words reached Happy’s ears.

“Ding!”

The familiar sound of the system rose at the same time as the voice…