“Phew.”

Raja Kint fell as he breathed heavily. Practicing atop this mountain for two days with every bit of ki he had resulted in a breakthrough. He was now an outer ki realm seventh-stage cultivator.

“A bit of sleep wouldn’t hurt. Then I can practice that fist technique and try the Shizen Spear.” Raja Kint closed his eyes falling soundly asleep.

During the days since he ravaged the town. The news spread faster than a forest fire. In this part of the world. Raja Kint’s name was on everybody’s tongue. With him being so young many began speculating about his chances at the Bisuke Empire Competition being held soon.

On top of the mountain. Raja Kint opened his eyes to the moon’s soft, blue glow. He stretched as he began going over the fist technique.

The first fist of the Four Fists of Devastation is incredibly difficult for anyone below the limbo realm to execute. In theory, one had to focus all their ki within one hand. Then, begin spiraling the ki. Right before the punch was to connect. The ki is to be pushed out creating a heat wave effect in front of the punch with a ki spiral shooting forward.

In reality, despite how simple sounding the technique seems. Raja Kint quickly understood that he had no clue how to spiral ki. Consciously forcing your ki into a different movement wasn’t something so easily done. Especially when you need to structure your ki and time the release of your ki.

Raja Kint wryly smiled as he decided to take it one step at a time. He stayed sitting down as he began focusing on gathering as much ki as he could in his right hand. He decided to focus on this solely. As the technique said the hand should feel full of ki.

“Damn, to think this technique was so difficult. This is just the first fist too.”

“Complaining doesn’t help junior,” sounded out an unknown voice.

Raja Kint’s eyes widened as he jumped to his feet. His eyes swiveled around finding nobody.

“Above.”

Raja Kint glanced upward and spotted the speaker. A handsome young man with a white daoist robe, long hair and a slight smirk looked at Raja Kint. Raja Kint cupped his hands. “Senior.”

He knew without the man saying anything. He was either a sky devourer or a sea devourer. Which one didn’t matter as Raja Kint couldn’t mess with existences like those. Unless he wanted an early grave.

The young man lightly stepped through the air. Raja Kint immediately guessed a sky devourer. After all, sea devourers can fly while sky devourers walk through the skies.

“I happened to be passing through here. And what do I find?” asked the young man with the hanging smirk.

“Me?” Raja Kint replied laced with confusion in his voice.

“Indeed. Up here practicing alone. You know I spotted you using an array not long ago.” The young man’s eyes looked out at the world before him.

Raja Kint didn’t dare to uncup his fists. “Why has senior approached junior now?” Raja Kint raised his right eyebrow in wonderment.

“What technique were you complaining about earlier?” The young man was now standing at the edge of the mountain. His back facing Raja Kint.

“Four Fists of Devastation.”

“Four?” The confusion was apparent in his voice, “Must be a weak version. 3 fists for limbo, 2 for earth, 2 for sky and two for sea-” the man lightly breathed “-one for peerless.”

Raja Kint's eyebrows shot up. The young man had just named ten fists! His teacher had told him there were only nine. “I thought there were only nine fists. Could there be a tenth one?” inquired Raja Kint.

“You can uncup your hands. Must be tiring.”

Raja Kint thanked the young man as he dropped his arms.

“The world knows of nine. But nobody has conquered the ninth fist except for a few besides the creator. The creator believed there to be a tenth fist. How could anyone across the years verify his theory?” the young man sighed, “I’m also going down this path to see for myself if a tenth fist exists. Of course, the biggest barrier remains talent. Even with the world’s resources at one’s fingers. Such resources would be wasted on one lacking talent.”

The young man turned around. His black eyes settled on Raja Kint’s blue eyes.

“When you create the spiral. Imagine it in your mind first.”

“Thank you.”

With the smirk still hanging, “If you make it to Kunlun Continent. Come join the Myriad Laws Faction. Although it’s called a faction we operate similar to an academy.”

This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

“This is why senior came before me?”

“I’ve helped you once with a piece of advice. Now I’ll help you a second time.” The young man walked within a foot of Raja Kint. He raised his hand and placed his palm on Raja Kint’s forehead.

Raja Kint felt a wiggling on his forehead as his eyes squinted from uneasiness. After a few moments, the young man pulled his hand away. Within his hand is the mark the blood cultivator had left on him. Back when he went on his first sect mission.

The young man crushed the talisman in his hand. On Raja Kint’s forehead appeared an array that shattered.

“Ugh,” Raja Kint held his head from the piercing pain.

“This thing is from those demonic cultivators. They would’ve tracked you down. Looking to take you in as one of their own,” said the young man coldly, his smirk disappearing. “Anyways, you should also know the complete Nine Fists of Devastation only exist in my faction,” his voice is already calm again.

The pain was beginning to subside as Raja Kint cupped his hands. “I can only endlessly thank senior,” chuckled Raja Kint.

The young man smirked, “The true thanks will be joining my faction.”

“Is there a reason why you’re so adamant about me joining?”

The young man turned away from Raja Kint. Taking in the view of the world. The blanket of darkness surrounds the moon. As the moon’s light reflects off of the trees below. The trees lightly shimmered in the cold night air.

“You’re too young. I’m only taking a chance here with this recruiting-” the young man waved his right hand “-if we’re to meet again, don’t treat me as a stranger.” The young man walked through the air.

“Haa.” Raja Kint let out a big breath. He was nervous talking to the young man the entire time. With that over he decided to continue practicing.

Elsewhere in the world.

A devilishly handsome man with waist-length hair opened his eyes. A calm, bone-chilling voice sounded out. “Seems others have found him. No matter, we’ll meet.”

The man stood up, looking outside a window that seemed to be many stories up. “That bastard’s time as seat warmer is almost done.”

Returning to Raja Kint.

Raja Kint is lying face down with crossed arms and his head sitting on his forearms. He’s spent the days at the mountain practicing his techniques relentlessly. Occasionally traveling down to find food.

“With the competition approaching I should begin returning.” Raja Kint serenely surveyed the dark forestry below him. After spending some more time lying down. He got up and with a sigh, he left the mountaintop.

Time passed as Raja Kint journeyed toward the Kint Sect.

The sun shone high in the sky. Many people coming and going from the Kint Sect. Within the group of people coming. A young boy appeared. When one of the guards spotted the boy their eyes went wide as they took a step forward.

“Halt!”

Raja Kint looked at the guard as he began reaching inside his coat. When the guard saw the boy reaching he quickly unsheathed his sword. Raja Kint’s eyes widened.

“I’m a student at the academy.” Raja Kint quickly said as he stepped away.

The people in the surroundings looked on in curiosity. Suddenly someone said, “Doesn’t he look like that poster.”

“You mean the new poster. He does resemble-”

Someone screeched, “The terror came here!”

Raja Kint looked around with a helpless expression.

“Show me,” said the guard with trepidation.

Raja Kint reached into his coat and pulled out a talisman. The guard looked at the talisman. After a moment he dropped to his knees.

“I’m sorry for offending the direct disciple,” the guard’s voice was shaky. Gasps sounded out at his words.

“It doesn’t matter.” Raja Kint walked past and decided to visit the restaurant he enjoyed before leaving for the Lerup Sect.

Soon, he reached the restaurant and was recognized here as well. He was able to quickly find a table on the third floor. Eating delicious food in delight. While he enjoyed his meal he noticed people glancing at him. Fame truly comes in different ways. My fame within the tribe was because I helped protect them. This fame comes from the ruthless power I’ve displayed.

Raja Kint finished his meal and headed toward the academy.

Once inside, he decided to meet his master. Even while he walked within the academy he noticed the gazes people held toward him were different. Before it was like they hated him. As his senior sister had said. To them, it seemed that Raja Kint didn’t deem them worthy of talking to. Now, they looked at him with fear. These disciples don’t have to kill other humans. Usually beasts at the most. Yet, they learned that Raja Kint had slaughtered multiple men without issue.

Raja Kint noticed one of the kids looking at a poster in his hand while looking back up at Raja Kint. Raja Kint walked toward the boy and grabbed the poster. The boy stood there shaking like a leaf.

“I won’t do anything.” Raja Kint calmly said while looking at the poster.

Whoever drew this picture truly is an artist. No wonder people recognize me so fast. And this description is… quite good. Makes you feel like you are watching the fight yourself. Raja Kint handed the boy his poster back before carrying on.

“Knock.”

Raja Kint waited a few moments before he was let in. He found Master A sitting on a couch.

“Seems you’ve had your share of fun, eh.” Master A’s expression was calm as he sipped some tea. “Kyoot already informed me of everything that happened. “Prepare your things. We’ll be leaving soon for the competition.”

“Yes master.” As Raja Kint was turning around.

“You should’ve practiced your techniques while gone. Come to the field with me. I want to see an outer ki realm novice arrayist in action myself.”

Raja Kint nodded his head as he followed Master A to his backyard.