Young Talents Competition (4)

East side of Purple Pole Mountain.

A group of some twenty-odd cultivators was locked in battle, joining forces against a cold-faced cultivator clad in a robe embroidered with the image of scales. Not far from that cold-faced cultivator stood a young cultivator, watching with indifferent eyes but not participating. He merely sneered, "Dead Tusk, put some muscle into it. It's taking you this long to deal with this lot?"

The cultivator fighting more than twenty alone was none other than Dead Tusk. Hearing that, he snorted. "I merely wanted to see what they were capable of. What a pity. What kind of damned geniuses are these? Too weak."

As he spoke, his figure flickered. Like a streak of lightning, he darted through the crowd in a circuit. By the time he returned to his original spot, his hands held a great pile of magic treasures and artifacts.

The twenty-odd cultivators looked at one another, only then realizing that all the magic treasures they had obtained earlier had somehow fallen into their opponent's hands, while they themselves had not suffered so much as a scratch.

Stowing away the treasures, Dead Tusk said coldly, "Why aren't you scramming?"

Knowing they were outmatched, the mass of cultivators felt as though they had been granted amnesty and fled in disarray.

Only then did Dead Tusk turn to look behind him. "Who's there? Come out!"

There was no response. Yet in an instant, all the surrounding grass and trees transformed into soldiers, charging at Dead Tusk and the young cultivator with blades raised.

The young cultivator who had been watching gave a surprised sound. "The Warring States Battle Method. Is it Chao Junhai, or Qiu Jishuo? Or perhaps He Yingchen or Lie Guozhen?"

A snort came from the shadows. "Tian Guye, the one who will