“What the hell?” Guian looked at Tristan in confusion, seeing his hand covered by a black mist, and asked angrily.

“A cultivator of Darkness? How dare you, brat? Identify yourself! What sect do you really belong to?”

Tristan’s response was to increase the Darkness essence in his hand, making the black mist swirl and form a blade.

[Dark Blade]

“You bastard, don’t you know that I’m from the noble family...?” Tristan charged towards him.

‘It’s very unlikely there’s anyone from a very important family in a small sect like this. As long as I don’t go too far, I shouldn’t have many problems in the future.’ Because of that, he only made a superficial cut on the disciple instead of severing his arm.

Guian’s leg sank into the ground as if it were mud. He performed a kick towards Tristan, and a rock almost a meter in diameter formed and flew in his direction at an impressive speed.

[Rock Bull Kick of Griph]

Tristan looked at the large rock that could easily turn his body into pulp and scoffed.

The essence of Light filled his black eyes, reducing the discomfort he felt from the sunlight and improving his sharpness.

[Tyrannical Eye]

He tilted his head to the right without slowing down, the rock passing just a few centimeters from his cheek.

He had to work a lot on his speed to pass the training of the Flying Sword Sect. Dodging this was child’s play for him.

With a face twisted in rage, Guian bent his body toward the ground and shoved his hand into the soil. When he pulled out his fist, the earth moved like living mud and hardened, forming a glove.

[Secret Punch of the Mole-Rat Sect]

Tristan feinted, pretending to dodge to the left, drawing Guian’s punch in that direction. When Guian leaned to hit him, he ducked and rolled to the right, aiming his blade at his enemy’s left thigh.

Guian screamed in pain as blood spurted from his leg.

Quickly taking advantage of his opponent’s imbalance, Tristan jumped and made a superficial cut under Guian’s armpit.

Still in the air, he spun his entire body, landing a kick filled with pure Darkness into his enemy’s abdomen.

With so much damage, Guian fell to the ground in agony.

Tristan pointed his blade at the fallen disciple’s throat and spoke in a monotonous tone, “Stop circulating your Qi.”

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Guian, sweating with fear, swallowed hard and stopped amplifying his body.

Noticing his enemy’s muscles relaxing, Tristan immediately grabbed his hair, lifted his head, gathered his vital energy into his arm, and with all his strength, slammed Guian’s head into the ground. But the constitution of an Earth cultivator was phenomenal, and Guian was still conscious. Tristan didn’t give up, though. He kept lifting and slamming his head into the ground until, after a few attempts, Guian finally passed out.

Meanwhile, Kong, who was still fighting Yue, was furious.

“Damn it, who are these cursed kids?” He said it angrily, seeing Guian’s defeat and Jiahen’s disappearance.

He was already exhausted from the physical effort and the essence expenditure.

Breathing heavily and with sweat running down his face, he said, “I, the great Kong from the noble Rahan family, will never lose to a mere commoner like you.”

He placed both arms into the ground and poured all the essence he could into this technique.

[Minus’ Devastating Double Throw]

Two large rocks rose from the ground toward Yue, but that wasn’t all. Around them, dozens of medium-sized and small stones spun.

Seeing this, Tristan was worried for a moment. ‘Can she dodge all that?’ The bodies of Air cultivators were very fragile, and with the speed of the smaller stones, he feared that if even one hit a child like Yue, it could be fatal.

Thinking of moving, he suddenly stopped when he saw Yue’s calm face.

A subtle wind swirled around her body.

[Steps of the Celestial Breeze]

Yellow particles spun with the wind around Yue’s blade like a small cyclone.

[Winged Slash]

Then something impressive happened. The winds around Yue’s body started moving closer to her sword. The small yellow cyclone around her blade grew much larger, and the energy emitted became much denser.

Tristan’s eyes, watching the fight, widened. ‘What the hell, she used the winds of the movement technique to strengthen an attack technique?’ Her ingenuity impressed him, but he also had something else on his mind: ‘How can she move both winds in sync? Neither of these techniques is versatile, I’m sure of it. The winds should be circulating differently... Wait... did she improve these techniques?’

He thought about it a little more and came to two possibilities: the first was that she made both techniques versatile and combined them. The other:

‘Maybe these techniques were once a single one in the past but were split, hiding their true power. So Yue and maybe others realized that the winds of these techniques could be mixed.’

Yue remained still as her enemy’s devastating attack approached.

With the fierce and noisy wind around her sword, she received the huge stones by stabbing into them.

Her body was pushed back a few meters.

She gripped her sword tighter.

After the stones hit the powerful cyclone, their speed was considerably reduced. They were dragged by the power of the wind, spinning along with the hurricane around Yue’s sword.

Yue swung her sword, directing the cyclone towards Kong.

All the stones that had been taken and that he had created with so much effort were now coming back at him much faster than before.

He tried to run, but it was useless. The stones, made with his own energy, brutally collided with his large body.

Crushed, bleeding, and with many broken bones, Kong fell unconscious to the ground, making a loud sound echo.

The mouths of the crowd that had been watching everything from the beginning hung open. Even though Yue’s sect was much more powerful, an Air cultivator defeating their natural enemy was not something common.

Tristan looked at the fallen Kong and then at Yue. ‘I knew she was talented, but I didn’t imagine she was a prodigy. Being able to learn so many techniques in such a short time is almost monstrous,’ he thought, with a hint of envy at her talent.

Yue approached old Haun and spoke.

“Are you okay?”

“Uncle?!” A voice came from the crowd.

A tall, young man wearing yellow clothes ran toward them.

Thinking he recognized the young man, Tristan searched his memory. Soon, he remembered this person: Jaeng, another disciple of the Second Dao, one of his companions sent with him to guard the city walls.

Jaeng looked at the fallen disciples of the Mole-Rat Sect lying on the ground, injured, and said worriedly, “Uncle Haun, what’s happening here?”