461: Basic!

Basic!

"Are you going to come down or should I go there?!" The disciple howled as he heard Mo Xie calling them weak for the 3rd time, he may really be weak to others, but he's definitely far stronger than Nantian... is what he thinks.0

"You master and disciple..." Seeing how he's being looked down upon by both Mo Xie and Nantian, he couldn't help but utter, he was about to curse at the two, but before he could, a blurry figure appeared in front of him.

Bam!

A fist appeared in front of him and struck him head-on!

"ACK!" He screamed from the pain he suffered, his nose was struck as he was sent flying.

Nantian stared down at him: "Do not utter my master's name with that filthy mouth of yours."

The disciple held his nose and couldn't believe what just happened, still, he stood up with his legs trembling: "D-do not look down on me!"

Nantian smirked: "As my master said, you're weak..."

"But I didn't expect you to be this weak though..."

The disciple hearing this felt enraged: "Eagle drive!" He used his skill... The figure of an eagle wrapped his fists and attacked Nantian fiercely.

Nantian frowned, he dodged immediately to his left and immediately ducked down, he swiped his feet hitting the other's legs causing him to lose his balance, his 'eagle drive' skill dissipated immediately, but it wasn't the and as it was followed by Nantian's knife kick sending him up slightly.

Then, he wasn't finished. Like cooking, Nantian prepared this three-hit combo, he sends his final attack, a complete 360 roundhouse kick to his opponent's neck!

BaM! The disciple was sent dozens of meters away from the platform.

Nantian glared at the remaining hundreds of disciples: "I think all of you share the same idea as him... that my master is easily bullied..."

"But I think you got it all wrong, my master just feels like it's troublesome to argue with a bunch of miscreants."

Heaving a bit, he closed his eyes and continued: "Well, since my master had said it... all of you weaklings, come at me together!"

"The f*ck did you just say?"

"You sure have guts!"

"I'll kill you alone!" A disciple screamed as he jumped at the platform and immediately attacked Nantian.

Nantian frowned, after all, from his knowledge, these experts should be great experts only able to be defeated by other experts stronger or those of similar rank, yet, he, a mere mortal realm expert can see them moving in slowly.

Nantian immediately sent a kick towards the disciple's stomach.

Pak! "GUACK!" The disciple immediately wrapped his hands around his stomach from the excruciating pain. He was wearing an armor, hence, when Nantian kicked him, the armor caved in and broke, splinters entered his stomach causing blood to flow out from his body.

The disciple was sent flying, dozens of meters away while he was holding his stomach.

Nantian didn't bat an eyelid as he spoke: "Didn't you all hear me? My master said all of you!"

"All of you come at me! Freaking weaklings!"

It's not really that every one of them is slow, but with the basics that he had studied, he immediately knows how to counter the disciple's low-class attacks. After all, they are untrained people that had only focused on growing stronger as they cultivate.

They are nothing but a waste of resources! If they can though, train their own body, mind, and complement their spiritual strength with knowledge, then, they'll be extremely strong!

Sadly, it felt like training one's basics had been kept to a minimum and only focused on cultivating one's spiritual energy.

Hearing Nantian's provocation, all of them charged immediately.

Meanwhile, the elders had watched the fight: "How did that elder Mo create this fearsome individual?"

"Right, if only he's at the very least an Immortal Foundation ranked expert, he'll definitely be fought over to be a disciple, even the top elders weren't far from it."

"Wait..." It seemed that they had forgotten something.

"Isn't he the disciple of a Grand Guest Elder? That's already on par with the top 24 elders, and only below the sect master..."

"It means one thing, whether he's to be fought or stay, the outcome is... he'll be a disciple of an esteemed elder."

"....." All of them contemplated for a bit before nodding their head.

At this time, they started something: "I heard a student mentioned earlier that this disciple of elder Mo hadn't been with him for a year yet."

"I heard that too from one of the students sitting there."

"To reach that level without a year, ah, truly a fate worth being jealous of."

"But... why is elder Mo holding such exhibition?"

"That... I heard a student say that those fighting his direct disciple belittled his gift."

"What? Belittling an art given by an Elder of such stature?"

"Isn't that a little too excessive?"

"I think I heard it not being an art... but a basic foundation instead."

"Basic foundation training?"

"Mostly... it's why Elder Mo only wants to use martial arts for this show, he wishes to show them what basic martial arts can do?"

"I think so..."

"But those disciples are using their spiritual energy to fight a single person... yet..."

They watched Nantian intently, he had already defeated more than 30 disciples in a single bought, not feeling exhausted by the bit.

"If I learn such martial arts, I think I would be satisfied as well."

"Yeah, think of it... if we have such martial arts combined with our cultivation... I think it wouldn't be too long till we become top experts of the Myriad Earth Abyss Continent!"

"We neglected such a thing and focused only on cultivation, I guess it's time to do some more physical training."

Everyone nodded their head, they felt enlightened as one of the elders spoke again: "Even without the elder points, I think this really is worth more than it already."

"Un." Everyone nodded again.

Nantian felt bewildered as he looked at them with shock: 'Aren't they a little too weak?'

He looked at the disciples he's fighting and couldn't help but smirk: "Isn't this too easy? Basic!"

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