Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 90

Inside the bamboo cabin, Darren sat opposite the other two people.

"Sir, is he the super genius you were telling me about? He looks so young, but young people always turn out to be legends." The old man studied Darren for a while, satisfaction slowly building up in his eyes.

"Yes, he is." Michael nodded with a smile. He was disguised as a weak and old man who had one foot in the grave with a secret skill. Then he continued, "Wayne, did you bring the items? Give them all to Darren."

After Michael finished his words, the old man put on a serious face. He carefully brought out the items and placed them in front of Darren.

"Mr. Wan, what are these? Why do I sense a strange aura from them?" Inspecting the things in front of him, Darren felt that they were very extraordinary. "Would these be able to help me kill the cultivator at the Wonder Realm?"

"These things are the products of my efforts and wit. Whether the Ilmen Sect could get through the calamity or not is up to you, Darren," The old man named Wayne Wan said.

Darren examined the things carefully. He saw that there were weird runes on them and that these runes were similar to the runes in the cave in which he hid from fiends. But the aura emitted by these runes was less powerful than the ones carved on the cave.

"Sir, were these things refined by you?" Darren asked in curiosity.

"Ha-ha. Darren, you probably have never heard of rule cultivators. They are a minority, but Wayne is one of them. Of course, these things were refined by him," Michael said with a smile.

"Rule cultivators? Sir, I have never heard of them. Two sheets of paper with weird runes on them and an armor, are you sure these could make me help you kill the master at the Wonder Realm? Are the things refined by rule cultivators that powerful?" Darren asked with doubt in his voice as he pointed at the three treasures.

"Darren, rule cultivators were more powerful than martial artists during the ancient times. But they have declined as the world changed. Although I'm a rule cultivator, I don't know much about them and their history. If you get the opportunity to access the mysterious group, you would probably learn more about them," Wayne said.

"Well, I will teach you how to use the three treasures, and he will remind you of some details that you need to pay attention to. Then, we'll go to the training ground," he continued.

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On the training ground, disciples fought furiously on battle platforms. The competition among the five schools had become scorching hot.

"Bang!"

A disciple of the School of Sword Skill was thrown out of the battle platform, but his rival rushed over him and stomped on his body instead of stopping the fight.

"Humph, the disciples of the School of Sword Skill are indeed rubbish. How dare you challenge me on this platform!"

On the other battle platforms, the disciples of the School of Sword Skill also suffered from severe injuries.

"Why do you work together in attacking us? It's not fair!" A disciple at the fourth stage of the Spirit Realm flared up when he was hit by the joint attack from the other disciples from the School of Arrow Skill, the School of Blade Skill, and the School of Spear Skill.

"Isn't Darren in your school? Aren't you just as arrogant as him? Why doesn't he step up and beat us? Is he afraid? Ha ha ha."

Seeing that, the other disciples of the School of Sword Skill standing below the battle platform were enraged. Their blood was raising but they didn't dare fight on the platform, because they knew they would be beaten black and blue.

"Don't be so sure of yourselves!"

Cody stepped up in rage and rushed towards the platform.

"Shoop! Shoop! Shoop!"

Several shadows of sword flashed across the air and the arrogant disciples dropped like flies.

"Tsk, you don't look so bad. Old Cody finally twigged and made progress in cultivation, huh?" mocked a voice.

"Jerome?"

Elsa frowned upon seeing Jerome. His appearance reminded her of the humiliation he had brought her.

"Cody, leave him to me! I'll kill him!" Elsa shouted coldly.

"You? Bitch. Your sword intent and Darren's have all run out. How can you possibly kill me?" Jerome laughed arrogantly.

"Jerome! How dare you curse Elsa. I'll have you taste the unique skill I have acquired recently!" Cody lately made strides in cultivation, so he didn't mind letting Jerome be the first one to die under his new skill.

But what happened next stunned everyone.

Before Cody could dash towards him, Jerome's head was smashed to ashes by a heavy palm.

"Jerome!"

The Elder of the School of Arrow Skill, who was standing in the outer range of the training field, was dumbfounded. His eyes widened because of rage and shock. His favorite disciple was beheaded by someone with an unexpected attack!

Who killed him?

After a few moments, the one who killed Jerome finally showed himself.

"It's Elder Alan!"

"What is going on? How could Elder Alan participate in the Five Schools Competition? Only disciples are allowed to join this competition."

"Why did he kill Jerome?"

The disciples of the Ilmen Sect were all shocked by what they just saw. They all trembled in fear.

"Alan, you old bastard! You're my enemy now!"

The Elder of the School of Arrow Skill went on a frenzy and rushed towards Alan.

"Alan, what do you mean? How can you kill the disciple?"

The Elders of other schools also flew over.

"Ha ha ha. Well, now that you are all here, I hereby declare that I'm the new head of the sect. Kneel before me to show your respect!" Alan said arrogantly as he was looking down on everyone.

"Alan, how dare you! Are you crazy? How can you call yourself the head of the sect! Is this an act of rebellion?"

The other Elders below the platform exuded a threatening aura. It seemed that they were ready to rush towards the platform and kill Alan if he indeed rebelled.

"Rebel? You're foolish. The rule states that the one who is the most powerful could be the head of the sect. I, Alan, should be in charge of the Ilmen Sect, and I'll kill all rubbish cultivators like you!

Clark, Ezra, I can spare both of you from the execution if you kneel down to show your respect. But Thomas, Devin, you'll both have to die miserably. Humph!"

Alan said coldly as he tossed back his long sleeve.

'What the hell is going on?' 'Elder Alan indeed wants to rebel. Isn't he afraid of the other Elders and the head of our sect?'

All the disciples became anxious.

"I'll kill you!" The Elder of the School of Arrow Skill, Devin, pulled back the string of his bow and fired a powerful vital energy arrow!

But before it could hit Alan, it had been crushed to ashes by a giant vital energy palm and the palm then turned its direction patting towards the Elder of the School of Arrow Skill.

Everyone was surprised. Silence covered the entire area.

They saw the Elder of the School of Arrow Skill couldn't resist the attack and was smashed into a bloody heap of flesh.

It was creepy! 'What the hell is happening?' Some female disciples below the platform wailed out of fear.

After a few moments, three god-like figures descended from the sky and landed on the battle platform.

The powerful aura radiated by them made the other Elders shiver. The inferior disciples couldn't help but cry in despair.

"You called us here just to destroy a small sect? The young master also came with me on a whim. But you just cast a chill over us!"

A middle-aged man in luxurious clothes, who was one of the three figures, complained to another old man in black robes.

"Simon, young master." The old man robed in black cupped his hands as a gesture of respect and explained, "Young master, a cultivator at the Wonder Realm is in the small sect. To avoid unexpected situations, I invited Simon to help. I have never imagined that you would come here. It's a great honor, and I wouldn't dare displease you."

Actually, the old man in black was glad to see his young master, because it was considered as a crime to leave the Holy Land without permission and ruin a sect. But if the young master was involved in this, he needn't worry about the punishment. 'Thanks to young master's curiosity!' he thought to himself.

"Old bastard, why don't you show up and give your position to me? So I can ask my grand uncle to let you die in one piece!" Alan shouted towards the direction of the main peak.

Swiftly, an old and slim figure flew over through the air as if his one step covered up to a thousand miles. It was Michael, the head of the Ilmen Sect.

"Alan, you needn't rebel. If you're determined to be the head of the sect, I will give the title to you. You needn't pick such a big fight," Michael said slowly. Noticing how powerful the three figures standing opposite him were, he couldn't keep calm as he was before.

Two masters at the Wonder Realm and a master at the top stage of the Mysterious Realm!

At the same time, Darren quietly went into the crowd. Seeing two masters at the Wonder Realm stand on the platform, Darren's heart missed a beat. The situation was adverse to Ilmen Sect.