The Supreme God of Martial Arts

Even though the red demonic mouse suspended in the air was only in the form of a shadow instead of its real one, the aura it was

exuding still revealed its entire magnificence and regality. As a matter of fact, its eyes contained great ambitions and various laws

of the world that appeared and disappeared over time.

However, an aura of gloom and cruelty enveloped the tomb.

As the red demonic mouse hovered, endless blaring thunder and lightning struck down as if it was a strong blast of waterfall

surrounded the body of the mouse, making it look like a deity.

"Yes..."

The demonic mouse then heaved a very deep sigh.

The sigh felt heavy as it contained countless of complex emotions, including memories especially of sadness and loss.

"If | am not mistaken, you people have cto get the inheritance of our great red demonic mouse. Correctif | am wrong,"

the demonic mouse in the sky finally spoke in a slow tone.

The voice felt like it had passed through endless years from the distant savage era as it reached everyone's ears.

"Oh, my God! What happened, sir? What's going on? Are you still alive?"

a disciple asked in horror, scared and almost petrified.

The demonic mouse chuckled once, finding the thought of being alive completely ridiculous. "Alive..."

As the question passed through its mind, unpleasant memories popped up and stirred. For a while, the red demonic mouse stared

into the distance in silence for a short while. Even then, the red demonic mouse did not get angry.

As the reminiscing had passed and the red demonic mouse was brought back to reality, its shadow spoke once more in majestic

voice.

"It has been such a long tsince our race of the red demonic mouse has started to decline and more so in the present. Even all

those tpassed, it is still difficult forto believe that our bloodline has becso thin now.

Still, | began to accept that our entire race have lost the ability and initiative to advance in cultivation, and that there is no longer a

descendant from our race worthy of inheriting my martial skills.

Therefore, in this case, | am willing to teach and pass my skills down to the elite disciples of other races.

However, since life has taught us how one deserve what he or she can offer, there is one condition for you to obtain my skills.

Before you can get it, you need to defeat the avatar that | have left."

Everyone in the platform exchanged surprised and excited looks, feeling very happy to hear that they could have the chance to

obtain such skills.

Then again, it also meant that those on the this platform had the equal opportunities to inherit such skills as long as he or she

could satisfy the red demonic mouse's condition.

Floating high up in the air, the demonic mouse waved its claw in one swift motion.

Bang! Streaks of light flashed in the void beside the tomb and quickly began to tangle and intertwine.

Not a minute long, a battle ring formed by law power appeared in front of everyone's eyes. The crowd reacted in awe.

Whoosh!

As the battle ring completely formed and stood, another red light beamed.

A thin young man appeared and stood on the center of the battle ring as soon as the light faded down. Judging by his stance, the

man was confident and full of pride with his eyes shining in the distance.

The shadow of the demonic mouse hovered closer to the ring and pointed at the young man.

"Standing before you all waswhen | was young.

The rule is simple. Any one of you who can defeat the younger version of myself will be qualified to obtain my inheritance,"

the red demonic mouse said slowly. 'His young self?' They all though and looked at each other in confusion.

As they stared at the young man in red, standing with pride inside the battle ring, everyone could not help but feel shocked.

Back in the ancient times, the red demonic mouse was one of the ten ancient chaotic creatures. Their real strength were extremely

powerful to the point where they could shake the earth.

However, the power of the red demonic mouse standing inside the ring might not be as strong for it was still young, even younger

than most of them on the platform.

Sgained confidence at the thought of this. After all, all the disciples from the four schools were all outstanding among the

younger generation of the Divine Continent, more so for the twenty seeded disciples.

What's more, before entering the four major schools, every single one of them was outstanding in their previous sect.

Growing up in an environment where they were looked upon and respected, it was no doubt that they were all filled with arrogance

and high ambitions.

As a result, almost every disciple on the platform began to feel restless and a little eager to move and take action.

Even the followers of sof the disciples started to boost themselves up. After all, few of them who joined the four major schools

were really willing to serve others. They all hoped that one day, they could becfull disciples, or better, even stand out and

becreal masters of their generation.

Even though every single one of them was unique in their own way, they all found the common ground of having the sdream.

Without hesitation, someone among the crowd shouted, "I will give it a try, sir!"

Everyone immediately turned to look at the direction of the voice. As soon as they realized the person who volunteered to go first

was a follower, their eyes went wide in surprise, most especially the particular disciple, who was his master.

"Morton, it's you!"

The disciple said, feeling shocked, anger, and a little bit betrayed.

"Master, please, lethave a try,"

Morton said with pleading eyes.

Before the disciple could reply, the red demonic mouse said majestically in the air, "Everyone are given equal opportunities.

Therefore, you can try if you want without having to seek permission from anyone, even if you are just a follower."

All of a sudden, a red light quickly fell from the sky and enveloped Morton. The power of the red light made him float in the air and

instantly transmitted him into the battle ring.

In the blink of an eye, Morton found himself standing on the ring. He was stunned for a short while and froze in place before he

regained himself.

As Morton stood before the young man, he respectfully bowed before him and said, "Sir, please forgive my rudeness."

After all, the man standing before him was one of the ten ancient chaotic creatures. Even a powerful great master at the Immortal

Transforming Realm was obliged to be respectful to their kind.

Therefore, as just a follower of a disciple of one of the four schools, Morton put himself into his place.

However, the young man stayed cold and indifferent. He glanced at Morton without any reaction at all.

Although the young man kept his eyes on Morton, his gaze still felt like he was a dragon soaring high up in the sky, without

bothering glancing at the bug on the ground.

Well, it was no doubt that with his identity, there was absolutely no one, not one, in the whole Divine Continent, who could be

called revered in front of him.

Seeing that the young man had no reaction, Morton gritted his teeth and said once more but was now filled with conviction, "Sir,

please forgive me!"

Bang!

As soon as he shouted those words, a fierce vital energy force pressure immediately burst out from Morton's body.

Roar!

His entire right arm began to shine and flash with brilliant yellow light as a sharp tiger was revealed with a loud roar.

Not a minute longer, a huge fierce tiger sprang out from his right arm, roaring and swinging around, shaking the whole space.

Seeing his first choice of attack could tell on that Morton's fighting capacity was not as weak as everyone had thought.

Contrarily, he was even stronger than most of the regular disciples in the four major schools despite his status as a follower.

Then again, the recruitment and selection of the four major schools did not only consider their current fighting capacity.

The selection depended more importantly on the candidate's talent, and so Morton did not get to be a formal disciple. In the end,

he still decided to cto the four major schools as a follower, hoping that one day, he would be given the chance to beca

formal disciple.

Now, the opportunity had come, and Morton knew that it was now or never. He was determined to obtain the martial arts

inheritance of the red demonic mouse, because for sure, once he had it on his own hands, he would beca formal disciple, and

his chances of becoming a seeded disciple would skyrocket.

Roar!

With another howl and an increasing sharp momentum, the tiger swiftly rushed towards the young man in red.

However, despite the menacing look of the tiger, the young man did not flinch and just shook his head without blinking.

Immediately after that, a faint red light appeared out from his body.

Poof!

Without even reaching the young man, the tiger beaming with yellow light exploded in an instant.

Bang!

Even Morton was swept by a huge force, and the impact sent him flying high into the air until he fell on the platform heavily.

As Morton tried to sit, he began to cough, and splatters of blood spat out of his mouth.

Everyone stared at the now pale Morton on the platform and into the battle ring.

Dead silence now filled and surrounded everyone.

The confidence and arrogance that had built inside of them was started to fade away as soon as they saw how terrifying the young

man's fighting ability was. Everyone felt fear at the thought that Morton was now heavily injured just by the aura of the young man

standing on the center of the battle ring. What more if the young man used more power?

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