The Urban Dao Child

Yang Dao did not hear the girl speaking again and neither did he have the intention to talk to her just yet. The assessment in front of him was occupying his concentration. However, if only we could have things according to what we need.

An arrogant voice sounded from the back of the queue, “Where did you, country bumpkin, come from?”

The voice was not lowered, this sentence was spoken with the deliberate intention to insult Yang Dao. The boy, however, did not pay attention to the voice and kept watching forward. This ignorance made the speaker grit his teeth. He said, “Did you not hear me asking you something? Answer me.”

Yang Dao said, “However, he is talking to can you answer him? The noise is disturbing the exam atmosphere. Such crude behavior.”

He shook his head as he spoke. The people almost wished to laugh out loud but when they saw, the symbol on the clothes of the person who instigated all this, they all strangled their laughter before they could see the world.

Athena Olympus took a deep breath and said, “He is talking to you.”

Yang Dao turned around with a shocked face. He asked, “For real?”

The girl nodded with a dazzling smile on her face. Yang Dao leaned to his side and looked at the tallest in their queue of five. He asked, “Do I know you?”

The person, who was talking was Trent Grande. He spoke through his clenched teeth and said, “You do not know me?”

Yang Dao shrugged his shoulders and said, “Ummm, why should I know you? You are not my relative.”

His frankness surprised the people. Trent Grande raised his finger and pointed at Yang Dao as he said, “You, my relative. In your dreams, humph.”

Yang Dao shrugged again and said, “Indeed, I never had a crude person like you as my relatives, and if I do, I might not recognize them. Also, I would rather dream of that elder sister over there teaching me attack skills than you being my relative.”

He turned around as he mumbled, “I do not know, what gives them a superior feeling, so old, yet so childish.” his words were spoken in a very low tone, yet they echoed in the whole place because his earlier comeback had made the scene descend in silence. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​

Yang Dao did not care about all this and kept focusing on the exam. The girl watching over the exam was surprised when this kid said, he would like her to teach attack skills in his dream. She would have reaped away the tongue if it was someone else. However, this boy’s words did not carry any sign of lewdness or malice.

She could tell that otherwise, her life as a cultivator would be a waste. The old man floating in the void could not help but chuckle in secret. He mumbled, “This child is a feisty one.”

Trent Grande, however, was not satisfied with this treatment. He forced himself to calm down as he had already become a laughing stock for the people. He asked, “May I ask, what is your name?”

Yang Dao turned around and pointed at himself with a gaze of askance. Trent Grande nodded with a serene expression. The boy replied, “Yang Dao. Who are you?”

“Trent Grande,” said the other party.

The people had never heard of a genius with the family name Yang. Only Shun Lang was aware of his real identity. After this exchange, Trent fell into the thought of who this boy could be. Yang Dao focused on the exam in front of him and slowly it was not a turn for their queue.

A lot of people had failed the combat exam, and they all stood at the side with emotions like remorse, shame, relief, and unsatisfaction on their faces. The girl in the emerald green robe pointed her glaring eyes at Trent Grande, who shivered for a moment before entering the formation.

The test began, Trent took out his sword as he faced the first opponent. The wooden puppet was at the peak of the early spirit gathering realm, just a bit weaker than Trent. Trent was a tall muscular boy. He was using a broad sword and with one slash he cut down the wooden puppet.

While the rest of the people were awed, the four strongest did not even bat an eyelash. Yang Dao even sighed at this. His reaction made Diana Fray ask, “Why do you sigh?”

Diana Fray was twelve years old and at the peak of the early spirit gathering realm. She was the closest in age to Yang Dao. Earlier, she had not spoken at all because she had a shy nature. Fray and Olympus families were close and this little one was standing close to Athena with her back towards Yang Dao.

The boy replied without turning back, “Using such a heavy weapon costs energy. The strength applied to cut through the wooden puppet is even more. Overall, this guy is wasting his energy. If this was a real scenario, how many people do you think he can take on? And will they allow him to have a momentary break needed before he can cut down another one of them? Just so you know, these puppets have not yet used weapons, but humans are not like them.”

His words were true, the three people behind him exchanged a glace, as they realized that this young boy was anything but simple. The old man in the void was pleasantly surprised by this. Various people had various thoughts. Trent faced sixteen puppets and came out with a smirk on his sweaty face.

Followed by him, Daniel Dusk got inside the formation. He followed Yang Dao’s words and using his peak of the middle level of the Spirit Gathering realm, dealt with things while conserving his energy. The weapon of choice was a spear.

Yang Dao nodded at a lot of moves as he let out minor comments on how the spear was commanded really well. Athena gazed at him with a smile and thought, ‘This guy can even find out the good points of Daniel’s spear technique and asks us not to call him a monster.. Funny.’