Killing Is Bad, Don't Try This With Your Friends Please

For the next few minutes, going for over that of 13 minutes of fighting and as if to add salt to the injury and the previous image that Tano had before fighting him, Ciemnosc instantly killed every single other 6th stage cultivator in the Spiritual Condensation Realm. Not a single one remained alive after meeting Ciemnosc, even when he increased his bed by many folds. It even took him 2 whole minutes to find someone— the 10th cultivator in the Spiritual Condensation Realm 6th stage —who was daring and typically self-centered enough to fight him; and die.

Dual sword wielding cultivator? Both arms were cut and off, and his swords ended up as replacements for his corpse with their tips into his body. Ciemnosc got artistic, to say the least. Incredible female melee fighter? Nothing that a bloody mangle piece of a torso and head couldn't fix with cuts and hacks of Ciemnosc as he slowly killed— exhausted and tormented —her...to death.

Another tough, tal,l and bulky guy? Limbs were gone and necks cut through with smallish fountains of blood remaining in the terrorized but also excited eyes of the ever growing crowd.

There wasn’t a moment anymore that people saw Ciemnosc as a kid about to die; ever since killing Tano, which seemed to become the threshold he needed to be the people’s heart, the thing which he didn’t even care about nor needed, any 6th stage that came up the arena would be treated akin exactly how they saw Ciemnosc before.

And in every fight, Ciemnosc would end their enemies with each in a unique way, ending up killing 10 of those in the 6th stage with ease. It was exactly then, that Ciemnosc seemed to have become yet even more bright. His battle prowess had to be too much? By this point, he might as well just go ahead and directly let cultivators in the 7th stage of the Spiritual Condensation Realm enter the arena to even things a bit.

And so, indeed, Ciemnosc did…

“S-sure, go ahead kid. B-bu…but do consider quitting when you get tired. There’s no break time among battles…” When the referee heard what he most feared in the world, today, he did his best to give Ciemnosc advice. But the little boy simply cleaned up some blood on his forehead and used his sword’s blade to clean off some organic matter-ish stuff to smile back at him in a way that terrified the poor referee and turned around back to the center of the arena.

“Sigh…” The referee lowered his head and, after a whole 1,000 Inferior grade Powerful Stones were added as the bet, the requisites of the arena’s entrance changed after a ‘long’ time. Naturally, this incited the crowd yet again.

“...WUHOOOOO!!!” - “He’s doing it, he’s doing iiit~!” - “I told you he will, and- oh my fucking god! It’s a thousand, a thousand!!” - “This kid doesn’t imagine what’s all about knowing how much can one chew. He’ll be sending himself to death. Doesn’t he think there are many at that level here who were waiting just for him to do this??”

And, indeed, just as many thought such a thing, hundreds of spectators directly rushed towards the arena. They cared not for wreaking havoc or creating disorder, and some even began semi injuring each other so they wouldn’t dare fight someone at their level to the death - with their bodies already at a disadvantage.

Whoosh, swish whoosh whoosh… STEP STEP STOMP- PUNCH! STEP STOMP STOMP…

“Enough, everyone stop it…stop it already…” The referee immediately became flustered, seeing so many cultivators of the Spiritual Condensation Realm. Some were young, some were old and poorly talented for cultivation, and some others were clearly desperate to just get in. At some point, the referee counted the last second in his mind and lashed out, his full cultivation going off at once.

“ENOUGH!!!” His voice reverberated through the entire surroundings of the arena, reaching even Ciemnosc, who in return squinted his eyes and became just slightly afflicted by it. He could tell that it was weaker than his brand new teacher, Elder Apegos’s cultivation base, and much weaker than the young woman.

Before, Ciemnosc couldn’t tell what realm the referee, nor Elder Apegos, and much less the young woman they had attained. But now, after feeling the Power Energy from the referee, Ciemnosc silently concluded mentally, ‘Is that the Spirit Gathering Realm? Is the 5th realm, and also the next step for my cultivation.’

Though he was still at the 1st step of the Phrenic Realm since Ciemnosc didn’t dare to cultivate around here for the time being, finding a way to breakthrough was every cultivator’s top matter to resolve at hand, let alone for Ciemnosc, who experienced being bloated for so long and in the end even fainted somehow from breaking through.

Just like when he began cultivating…and jumped 3 whole realms all in less than the 25 hours in every day, he could only attribute it to the fact he was ‘limiting’ and ‘exhausting’ himself as a child, an infant. And that he received a much more arduous ‘backlash’ from it when he barely started cultivating, though it may not end up being such when he learned more in the future.

“Err, guys?” Ciemnosc said, seemingly nervous, and just as many accredited it to being a little pussy and pretty boy, which he was obviously not— the latter —! Ciemnosc declared in his cute and sweet natural voice that…charmed a whole arena and even parts of the crowd from those around too, up and down. “I’m only gonna fight 9 in the 7th stage first, okay? I’ll then decide if I should continue. If I can, I will, but if I can’t then I won’t…”

Playing on the floor with the tip of his shoes, Ciemnosc said while rubbing his hands together, leaving an entire crowd speechless when their crazed, lusted heads remembered he was just a kid.

“Might as well. You won’t even have to fight a second time!” Just as the referee took a whole, whopping 1,000 Inferior grade Powerful Stones and they went down the arena by the cylindrical shaped device coming from underneath the arena’s floor; a muscular yet weirdly thin young man came up at Ciemnosc, his hair was medium long in general and had gray-brown hair and eyes.

While walking towards him, the young man took out from his Covert Space bag a pair of blades, each of them being extra long and with slightly more curved belly blades. As they made their appearance, the young man wanted to fight right away, but the referee stopped him in his tracks with just his voice. “Hey you, stop there! Wait until I call upon the start of the fight!!”

“Ah, y- yes sir, I’m sorry.” No matter how tough the youth was, after being subject to the referee’s terrifying strength, and now has brought extra attention to him. The young man became more apprehensive and sober. But he felt lots of embarrassment from it, which amply turned into hatred as he looked at the stupid little boy who now seemed deserving of death!

“My name, remember it,” the young man spoke towards Ciemnosc, as the battle hadn’t officially started yet. His tone became severe as if he was ‘capable’ of making Ciemnosc do as he pleased with just the viciousness of his words alone. “Deremaia!”

‘Well, that’s awkward.’ Ciemnosc thought as he grasped his sword with his right hand like a claymore would be dragged on the floor, or greatsword for that matter. Also waiting for the referee to announce the battle, man~. He couldn’t nor wanted to wait anymore to kill this annoying older person!

“Well, ah- ahm, my name is… … …Ciemnosc.” Ciemnosc said, making some real dramatic pause there to equal the young man’s- no, Deremaia’s tone and way of expressing his whatever self. But Deremaia responded with his lips seemingly exploding each word out of his body, “Shut up kid, nobody cares. I didn’t come here to ask you your name!”

Clalank, lank clank~.

“...” Ciemnosc rolled his eyes, spread out his arms at his hip level, letting go of his sword that began making several sounds as it bounced a bit back and forth due to the exaggeration that Ciemnosc used to express himself. Making a few spins with his eyes rolled, Ciemnosc, a child still in the making of a big dicked man, appeared actually silently comical, which the young woman approved of with a little, equally silent - smile.

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“You two! Until the other one dies, fight!”

Stomp stomp stomp!

Deremaia rushed at Ciemnosc, both his daggers wielded in a reverse grip and with his arms extended out, forwards, they were placed horizontally in front of his chest space. Taking advantage that Ciemnosc had dropped his sword, and even if he took another one from his own Covert Space bag, it would be much different than already being in any weird stance of his, Deremaia confidently trod onwards!

Step- clalalank~ cuh! Pssh- step- pah!

Ciemnosc suddenly stopped rolling around like a small idiot. His left foot suddenly pushed his sword that was on the ground and pointed west from Deremaia’s point of view. With the ball of his foot, the sword was pushed to fly forwards after being so dexterously spun around by his left foot, it flew with trivela as the sword made a horizontal cut from the right to the left aimed at Deremaia’s stomach.

But he was very quick to react by pushing backwards his upper torso, lowering his body, and using his legs to both draw back as much as possible even if just a single centimeter before jumping with all of his strength upwards. Yet, the blade did manage to reach him, a 5 inches long and about just 2 cm wide opening appeared on his stomach.

The little bit of leather armor wasn’t functional as it broke through easily. Yet it also allowed him to keep his breath still in a relieving sense, impulsing his body and then, at last, into the sky to fly away from mortal danger after slapping the floor with his feet.

But who told him that Ciemnosc was immobile and/or that he was in the middle of channeling Power Energy to catch up to him? Though it was true that Ciemnosc didn’t store up Power Energy already flowing, not for defending himself but for the sake of making an escape such as this one. Ciemnosc only needed to bend his legs a bit to jump as high as he did!

STEP! STEP!

Ciemnosc quickly flew up, his body faster than Deremaia, who then wasn’t capable of making any maneuver because of both; panic and being totally clueless about aerial fighting. Now, being 3 meters above in the air, Deremaia only saw Ciemnosc’s blurred figure come towards him from the floor before disappearing.

Whoosh! Sssshhglaaagghhh!

“AAAAAH!!!” The poor young man, Deremaia, screamed to the top of his lungs, his mouth exaggeratedly opening and his saliva flowing. All while Ciemnosc’s face suddenly appeared below his head, yet it had seemingly become darker with his darkest eyes looking like a pair of death’s eyes whose mere stare demanded his life.

Ciemnosc’s right hand had been directly penetrated into the cut that the tip of his sword had made into the young man’s body. Ciemnosc’s seemingly small and frail body— under his uniform clothes —easily went through the leather armor’s aperture and then through the opening of Deremaia’s flesh; blood met him right away which came out from the wound.

Splash, shlck shlck, splassh splassh.

With Ciemnosc forcing more and more blood out of the wound, which he directly aggravated the instant his arm went through it, Deremaia screamed more and more, becoming more pained the more time passed. Only seconds went by since Ciemnosc began such a cruel, mortal injury. But a couple liters of blood went out already from that single wound.

If what wasn’t enough, Ciemnosc suddenly lowered his body even more, his forehead against Deremaia’s leather armor as he looked up at the screaming young man. Nothing crossed his eyes, a glint, glimmer, shine - nothing.

With his body lowered, his right arm went through easily, as if having found the way to get something out of a corner of a heavy and larger object trying to pick something up. In that way, Ciemnosc’s right arm kept on disappearing into the young man’s stomach, with his navel already ruptured by the muscles of Ciemnosc while he also felt his lungs pushed violently away…also feeling a kind of sharpness coming from 5 different parts at the same time and…it seemed to form his hand?!

“AAAAGGHUAAAA, GHUOOOO, NOOOO-aaaaaaaaahh!!!” The young man finally felt terror, experiencing his left lung becoming bits of shreds by the simple passing of that hand which would grasp into nothing but organs and bones, yet shredding them all and making so many extra inner injuries. But the worse finally came to be, as his heart went away from its protection and its ‘station’, Ciemnosc slowly brought his right hand back out of the young man’s body.

Plohhp!

“Aaah, here it is.” With a hoarse voice, one only he and Deremaia could hear. Ciemnosc showed the heart to the entire arena’s crowd and to its own owner as well. White everyone was thinking about the crushing of such a heart. Ciemnosc was instead suddenly struck with a curious heart, he wanted to experiment on the thing in his right hand, but he was sober enough not to take some tools and practice stuff on it directly.

No, no. Instead, he kept the heart in his Covert Space bag and then looked at Deremaia as their bodies were finally about to reach the floor. Ignoring all those glares from the people around him.

On the other hand, Deremaia seemed to have become another whole person, not even caring to wonder why this little boy with a cute smile while looking so interested in his heart kept his own heart in his bag…

Pale as he was, he was able to feel his entire insides turning, twisting, and ‘falling’, as if a building’s supports had all been taken off, popping out of place and somewhere else instead. His entire body structure began flattening all over his torso, which from the outside could be seen as disinflation after having drunk up several bottles of soda all at once; a disgusting sight.

“Ciemnosc wins!!” The referee commented, his own eyes wide open and his words shaky, the crowd wasn’t faring any better, as even the young woman was deep in her shock at seeing the still at ease Ciemnosc dealing with someone much stronger than any of his opponents before. So engrossed in so many things, thoughts, visuals and discover; that she didn’t notice a blondie beauty with the exact same height as her sitting down right next to her.

The seats that were tens of tens of such, all empty around that young woman had now become slightly populated. With the leadership of the beautiful blonde young woman, 6 other males came with her to sit beside the young woman, which they also seemed to share similar or the exact same age.

“Is that your friend?” The blondie asked, sitting elegantly and dignified, almost majestically as if she was royalty. She then turned her head to the left to ask the warm brown haired young woman, “I’m aware you have no friend at all, so I’m not even bothering with putting a ‘new’ to it. So, is it? A friend you’ve made?”

“...” The warm brown haired beauty didn’t respond. She just looked on as Ciemnosc’s arena announced that the bet would raise to 1,500 Powerful Stones for his second match against a 7th stage cultivator. Afterwards, she did turn her head to the right, saying as her black eyes dilated a bit, “I’m not anyone’s nanny.”

“Hmm-pgheh,” with a derisive, ridiculing snort; the blondie who was locking her bright azure eyes with those black ones and had a most notorious, beautiful very bright creamy skin and even had good, better proportions than the black eyed young woman turned to look at Ciemnosc. Pointing her right index finger at him, she lightly spoke out.

“Let’s see how he fares off then,” with that being said, the blondie licked the corner of her upper lip, a bit of fire came out of her nostrils and showed up in her eyes as she did. Turning her head back to the beauty who never once moved her head away from her and maintained a straight, almost poker but rather defiant face.

“He’s cute,” the blondie’s words somehow seemed to remind the black eyes of something, as they changed with their defiance melting and becoming insecure, feeling down about something. Just as she was planning to return her head to look at Ciemnosc, the blondie spoke again. Her tone was fleeting, sarcastic even. “Oh yeaahh~, there’s this other thing. I heard that, in a few days, Enaro is preparing to be taken as a student by Elder Apegos. You know Elder Apegos?”

The blondie closed her face in on the black eyed young woman’s, nobody retreating a step as she added with a punitive smile of her own in those bright red lips contrasting her incredible skin. “I’ve heard Enaro has been devotedly chasing you for almost a whole decade. Who will tell that little pedo that it isn’t right he liked you when you were 9, and he was close to 20? Hehe. But I also heard that your new fuckbuddy down there has already become Elder Apegos’s student.”

“What would that be like? Them being together, one desiring you and the other already having you, wantonly wallowing in bed at his beck and caaall~...” The blondie’s words got to the black eyed young woman, and as if clear in her own path now, she decisively almost locked lips with her as their noses deformed one another.

“If this is what you think is all that is needed to distract me. and take me down in our battle…” The black eyed young woman separated her face and finished her words once she went back to gazing at Ciemnosc’s kill of another 7th stage cultivator, calm and serene as if influenced by his ‘so-called move’ on her just now when they met.

“Then you better be preparing that neck, that heart, and that waist for me to break into two. I’ve…gained some inspiration just now. And seriously, stop stalking me on my social media. It is really rare to see one being shameless about it, but you even have people monitoring it at all times, Fu Lan.”

Fu Lan: “...”

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