Marco’s eyes quickly scan the group as he walks forward, counting 23 people. They range anywhere from having two to nine gates open. The crowd becomes restless, as they scream for Milly’s head. Hearing this causes Marco to frown, how could they want something that's his?

“I’M MARCO UCHIHA, ANYONE WHO WANTS MILLY HAS TO FIRST COME THROUGH ME!” he loudly yells. Looking at the group of people he thumps his chest with his thumb “She is my woman, anyone who steps forward...shall die.”

The crowd looks at this preposterous man, he has only opened seven gates and he dares look down on this large group of people? Looking at him they see his eyes are full of contempt, like they aren't even worth grabbing at his feet.

How dare this…boy look down on them. The crowd becomes furious, never in their lives has someone looked down on them this much. Finally, someone breaks the silence.

“Who the fuck do you think you are!?!”

“Fuck! Let's get him”

“Let's Kill him and Milly!!”

As those words leave someone's mouth it's like a chain reaction as everyone screams for his death. Driven by the excitement the spectators start cheering for his death, who let him be so arrogant?

Hearing their jeers Marco shakes his head. Reaching into his bag he grabs his hammer. Holding it in his left hand he looks at the crowd.

“Come then, the first one to charge shall be the first one to die.” tightening the grip on his hammer he smiles at the crowd.

“Ahhh!” The first guy yells and begins the charge. Seeing him move two follow, followed by three, then they all begin to charge.

Looking at them Marco sneers and begins to charge using Vanishing Mist. While he still can't achieve top speed, he can still move very fast. His eyes shift between his own body as he corrects mistakes and the enemies, his eyes locked in the first one who charged.

They arrive within striking distance of each other, but who said Marco will play fair? His eyes flicker as he looks at the disciple, sending him into an illusionary world. Using all his available Qi and Aura to the maximum his hammer swings forward.

The hammer hits the disciples chest so hard it shatters. As the hammer breaks so does the disciple's chest cavity. Coughing up a mouthful of blood, he dies.

“Tsk” Marco doesn't stop, dropping the handle he rushes at the next target.

Two people attack him at once, a punch coming from both sides. Since Qi gathering cultivators can't project Qi from their bodies, combat always ends up in a melee.

Seeing the fist he does not dodge. He throws out both palms to meet the fist. Intercepting the fist with his palm he deflects one punch up and another down. Using the force he continues to twist his body and spins horizontally in the air. Suddenly his feet fly out, doing the splits mid air as he kicks both men in the face. By the time he lands three more people are launching attacks.

“Time to get serious” his body suddenly disappears, leaving only an after image for the three attacks to land on.

Using Radiant Ghost he arrives at the back of the attackers. “Hurricane Kick” a flurry of fast kicks devastate the backs of the attackers, one kick directly severs one of the disciples' spine.

At this point, Marco is surrounded on all sides. Seeing this causes a smile to form on his face. His arms drop to his sides as he begins slowly rotating in place, watching everyone. No one dares make a reckless move after seeing him take out six people instantly.

“Hahahaha” Marco suddenly laughs as he remembers a quote from his memory.

Looking at the people surrounding him “You want to kill me? You couldn't even kill my boredom!”

“Fuck! So arrogant!”

“He can't stop us all at the same time, charge!” With that yell, everyone begins to charge at him.

Seeing them charge at him he holds his hands directly in front of him, palms up. His left foot steps forward into a stance and he bends his knees to lean forward. Bending his waist his left hand drops down to near his foot and his right arm twist behind his back, both palms still facing up.

“Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms” His eyes dart about the approaching crowd. Suddenly he lunches forward like a spinning top, his hands rotate to his left side as he spins. Even though he is spinning, with his eyes he sees everything.

With his back currently facing a disciple, his palms reach around and hit a disciple in the chest “Two Palms!” His body never stops moving as his feet slide along the floor, his waist bends and whips around, dodging a blow to his head. As his upper body rises he throws out two palms hitting two disciples in the chin “Four Palms!” Using the force of the strikes he pushes himself back, dodging three swords that were slashing down at him. His eyes dart about as he kicks the ground with his left foot, sending him towards a group of people. Activating Radiant Ghost he arrives in their midst, his palm shoots out like lightning hitting two disciples in the side, one disciple in the gut, and one in the face “Eight Palm!”

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After taking out the four disciples he rushes towards the largest cluster. As he gets near blades rain down on his location. With a slight adjustment, he dodges the blows while his hands twist like snakes as they find their mark. As he runs next to a disciple a palm flies out “Sixteen Palm!” After taking out eight more disciples only eight remain.

Seeing him kill so many disciples without even being touched the last eight turn and run. Seeing this Marco frowns

“Didn't I say step forward and die!?!” Marco begins chasing after them with Vanishing Mist. As he's chasing after him his eyes scan them, as some use their movement techniques to run. He’s constantly gaining ground but seeing them he suddenly realizes.

“So that's how you do it?” A smile forms on his face as he shifts his muscles and distribution of power. Suddenly his body leans forward and vanishes into a blur. The forward momentum is so fast he can't even change direction, if it wasn't for his eyes he wouldn't even be able to see where he was.

He quickly arrives at one of their backs. Throwing out a palm strike, he shatters his spine.

Looking at the other seven they begin splitting up, running for different stairs.

Seeing this Marco frowns “Vanishing Mist can only travel in a straight line and Radiant Ghost can travel in any direction but only in a short burst.

“Why can’t they be used together?” He begins rushing at one of the disciples, arriving at his back he throws out a palm strike. Before his palm hits the disciple's back a second Marco splits off rushing towards the next disciple. The palm continues to travel forward and hits the disciple, killing him.

“It works!” A smile blooms on his face “I shall call this technique...Body Flicker!” Suddenly Marco breaks off into four different directions. It's not that he's splitting his body, but that he's moving so fast he appears to be in multiple locations at once. It’s not an after image but him actually shifting between locations. Right now he can only appear in four places at once.

With his speed, he quickly makes short work of them.

Marco looks around the room, the spectators stare at him like a monster. The corner of his lips curl.

“Are you not entertained?”

Like a thunderclap, those words wake the disciples from their stupor. They begin mumbling to themselves as they shoot glances at Marco.

Ignoring their gaze he sits on the floor. After doing so he waits for Milly to return. The reason he decided to kill them is one, if he's going to get in trouble for killing why not kill them all? And two, if he let them get away who knows what they might do in the future? He'd rather deal with the trouble of killing them now than face a problem in the future from their schemes.

After waiting for a few minutes the first one to arrive wasn't Milly, but four disciples. These disciples are dressed different from the others, besides their black and golden robes they are wearing a golden sash. On the sash is the words Disciplinary.

The four disciples look around the room, spotting Marco they approach him slowly. Standing in front of Marco, they begin to wonder how a 7th stage Qi gathering cultivator did all this.

Looking at the four he notices they are at the 10th level of Qi gathering. With his eyes, he can see that their Qi slightly penetrates their skeletal structure.

“Did you do this?”

Marco looks at the disciple who asked the question. He is a rather tall fellow with auburn hair. He has droopy eyes and a rather large nose.

“It was self defense” Marco shrugs his shoulder.

They look around, over 20 disciples dead. The disciple furrows his brow “You need to come with us”

“No” Marco shakes his head “I’m waiting for someone”

Another disciple steps forehead “We aren't asking!”

Marco squints his eyes “Ever come across someone you shouldn't fuck with? That's me!”

“Get him!”

“Wait!!” The disciple with droopy eyes stops his fellows. “We will wait.”

After a few minutes, Milly and Ezra finally return. Ezra is sitting on top of Milly's head, and she has changed out Marco's old black robe for a fresh pair of black and gold. Besides the robe, she now has three bags tied around her waist.

Standing up when she arrives, he pulls her into his embrace and kisses her. As he does Ezra kisses his forehead.

She looks around at all the dead bodies, then her vision lands on the Disciplinary disciples.

“Are we going to be ok?”

Hearing her say we cause his heart to soften. “Don’t worry, no one can stop us if we want to escape.”

“Will you come with us now?”

“Not yet!” Marco grabs Milly’s hand and pulls her to the bodies of disciples. He begins going through their bags, only pulling out spirit stones, pills, and cores if they have them.

“Remember Ezra, Milly, the first rule of combat is always loot the bodies.”

Seeing him loot right in front of them the disciplinary disciple are flabbergasted and infuriated, but the droopy eyed disciple stops them from interfering

The disciples who remained to watch are completely shocked seeing this, how thick his skin must be.

Milly is a little embarrassed seeing this, but this is her life now. At first, she was still a little apprehensive, but he can help her cultivate so what else matters?

After looting all the bodies he was able to acquire 327 more spirit stones, bringing his total up to 595. As for pills, he was able to find 116 standard stamina pill, 23 intermediate pills, and a body cleansing pill. He couldn't find any cores. He puts the stones and standard pills into his bag but immediately begins to swallow all 23 intermediate pills to recover his depleted Aura.

Grabbing Milly's hand he walks over to the four disciples.

“I’m ready, let's go”

The droopy eyed disciple nods his head and begins to head towards the door.

Following behind them Marco reaches into his bag and pulls out some dried meat. As he begins chewing Ezra flies in front of his face

“Chimm!”

Marco looks at her for a moment before nodding his head.

She lands on his shoulder and bites his neck. As she sucks his blood her runes glow.

Noticing this causes Milly’s brow to raise. “She drinks blood?”

“I guess, I don't really know much about her or Demonic beasts in general.”

Milly’s mouth hangs open for a moment “How can you have a Demonic beast but know nothing about them. Demon, do you know how many stories I’ve heard of disciples dying as they try and tame demonic beasts?”

Marco shakes his head, if she won't believe him no point in explaining.

“Milly, it looks like these guys are infusing Qi into their skeletons. How do you normally differentiate Qi gathering cultivators from Foundation building?”

“For Qi gathering, one can sense Qi gathering into their gates. For Foundation establishment they begin to radiate Qi themselves.”

As they walk Marco begins to think “Milly we entered a special state of cultivation in the bed together, but that only happened because I was absorbing your primordial Yin. I should be able to heal you with my flames if we are connected, but to benefit from each other's Qi we will need a duel cultivation technique.”

Milly slightly blushes at the mention of being in bed together “Demon talk a little quieter, where are we going to get something like that?”

“We’ll go to the Martial palace later, if they don't have it I’ll find one myself”

Following the four disciples, they finally arrive in the northern section.

Looking around he sees hundreds of disciples in arenas and training fields practicing martial arts.

Marco’s eyes glow as he watches them, copying their forms, techniques, and hard work.