Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

"Why don't you say that again but to my face this time. These women are mine. If you want them then you gotta make sure that you have what it takes to get them."

Clark uttered these words slowly towards a handsome man with the same style and color of Wu Da's robes.

It took the hues of brown and with sparse bloody sword insignia all over its design and it could be easily surmised that this was most probably the natural wear for Outer Disciples like them.

Most cultivators in the crowd wore the same garments and only a few were clothed in the fiery glow of vermilion red tinged with spots of black near the edges of their robes.

"HAHAHA! Did you all hear that? A little chicken wants to jump and wishes to be a mighty Phoenix in one leap! You sure are funny, boy!

As your Older Brother in the sect, I will forgive you just this once. Turn around and take the test but you need to leave these two women behind you.

You don't have to worry at all because I will take good care of them in your place."

The yet to be named Outer Disciple laughed heartily and he was joined by four of his close friends in the melee of mirth which serenaded the scene.

All around them, not a few were sporting smiles on their faces as they loved to see drama of this kind whenever it happened in their midst.

The newbies of the Demonic Sword Sect really had it bad and almost everyone in attendance had suffered the same fate in one way or another also.

This was just an early wake up call to this arrogant junior to show him where his place really was inside this heartless place of cultivation.

And that was of course way way down the ladder of power. New students of the sect were weak peons and nothing more.

"Hmmm..." In reaction to all this blatant show of merriment at his expense, Clark could only share this open joy with but a silent smile of his own.

When Outer Disciple Wu Da witnessed this familiar smile on our good gamer's face, he could not help but experience a myriad of goosebumps all over his body.

"YUN TENG! These fresh bloods are under my protection. You should not mess with my affairs!"

Wu Da interjected bravely. He did not want to see more deaths today especially not after witnessing the cruel methods of this monstrous boy near him.

"Come with me, Young Master Clark." Wu Da spoke gently at this time and without further ado, began walking towards the entrance of the Assessment Pavilion.

'Please be smart for just one moment in your life, Yun Teng and keep your mouth shut!'

Wu Da offered an earnest prayer for his colleague in order to abdicate himself from any more violence that particularly concerned with Young Master Clark.

If he would be luckless in his plea then at least he would have absolutely liked to be as far as he can possibly go, away and beyond the vicinity of conflict.

"It seems like you have grown some thick big balls in your loins since the last time i saw you, Wu Da. Or do you think that Long Tian could safeguard your little group of scoundrels forever?!

HAHAHA! You should know that the Inner Disciples Exam is close at hand.

After he succeeds in becoming an Inner Disciple, let me see how you can still raise your head high in my presence by then.

So I advise you to tuck in your tails and follow what I tell you right now.

In return, I will remember this favor and will be lenient in how I settle you and the lot of trash like you when that time comes. You should know what is best for you, Wu Da!

Do choose wisely!" Yun Teng crossed his arms on his chest as he awaited an answer for his words.

Although it would be so easy to defeat Wu Da but the force behind him could not be handled with the same convenience.

Yun Teng was already at the 8th Stage of Mortal Shedding Realm but Long Tian has surpassed him in leaps and bounds in terms of cultivation attainments.

Long Tian had recently just achieved the Peak Stage of Mortal Shedding Realm. As such, it was not that wise for Yun Teng to cause trouble in this way.

"I did my best, Young Master Clark." Please exercise tolerance for my fellow Outer Disciple.

Wu Da had wanted to add the latter part but then he recalled how irritating Yun Teng's words were just now and so could only add these final words in his mind...

'I hope you die a painful death, Yun Teng.' Wu Da sighed and he felt no guilt whatsoever in his unspoken petition.

If anyone deserved a cruel death in this Demonic Sword Sect then Yun Teng was most certainly one among those special breed of psychopaths.

Wu Da bowed slightly and awaited on the side. He would not want to miss this one sided thrashing for anything else in the world today.

"HAHAHA! You have judged accurately, Wu Da. I never doubted one bit that you could use what little brain you have when crucial and important moments like these arise before you.

Well done, my friend!" Yun Teng laughed sarcastically for effect. He loved the audience's eyes on him and so basked some more in what small victories he had in the present.

Little did he know that amidst the multitudes of people who were gathered around him, a single person was busy throwing ingenious profanities in his way.

'Fool! Dumb! Moron!' Wu Da cursed inside but otherwise kept his silence.

The game was already out of his hands at this moment. And all he had to do was wait for the likely result of this dispute.

"Wu Da has taken the correct path, boy. How about you? I won't blame you if you look the other way and give possession of your women in mute agreement. Who knows?

Maybe when you enter the Outer Disciples Court, you and I will become fast friends later. You can call me Big Brother and I will call you my Little Brother. What do you say, boy?"

Yun Teng wanted to prolong this debacle. He wished to see the lovely picture of despair shine brightly in the eyes of this arrogant junior.

And after that, a sonata of denial and lament would follow amidst the hot tears of impotence. This man loved to spit in the weakness of others.

"A good proposal. Unfortunately, I will have to respectfully decline because I already have one big brother waiting for me back home.

And just to let you know, he's even more handsome and better than you could possibly ever hope to accomplish." Clark retorted cheekily and started his slow walk towards Yun Teng.

He had initially wanted to grant a quick death to the man but not after he reminded him of his real big brother back on Earth.

'I think i've repressed the negative emotions inside me long enough. Why don't I oblige him this time around? Let me all show you one tiny part of the Demon in my heart.'

Clark smiled and this time, it was no longer boyish nor did it contain any of its past innocence. It was the grin of someone who exulted in the beauty of chaos.

"A lunatic! A 4th Stage Mortal Shedding Realm Boy engaging in a fight against someone of the 8th Stage! Hah! The child would get pummeled to death.

I just hope Yun Teng would show mercy and not kill this newborn fish out of spite." A beautiful woman in a scarlet cultivator's robe said to her friends.

Murder was part of the Demonic Sword Sect's core principles. It bred and nurtured nothing but only survivors.

This was why brave and righteous men and women rarely got to the top of the totem pole alive.

They may reach it of course, but only as mere skulls in display for their eternal shame and defeat.

"You are bold and fearless. And I admire you for that, boy. But it is a meaningless cause. Don't throw your life away just because of these two sluts. You can still ge..."

Alas, Yun Teng was not able to finish his words this time.

He saw a figure blurred in quick succession towards him and the afterimages that followed scattered under the resplendent shine of the artificial light from above.

'Too fast!' Yun Teng judged in alarm. He did not panic but summoned his enchanted sword from within his interspatial ring.

The sword got jagged edges that formed like sharp spikes along its blades.

Its hues took the familiar shades of blood and the aura it gave off was pretty intimidating to its nearby spectators.

There was an echo of a sorrowful requiem along its unsheathing that provided a somber shadow in the scene.

Without a doubt, it could be gathered from this slight clue alone on how many souls this wicked sword has already added to its long list of hapless victims.

"The Bloodfang Sword!"

"It's so beautiful as it is powerful!"

"Of course, how could the weapons of the Yun Clan compare to the garbage that we hold now? Yun Teng's Family are renowned sword makers in the city of Arcsea.

Just having one of their master blacksmith's craft would be worthy of pride and envy anywhere you go!"

The cultivators around gossiped but upon the next few breaths, they were stunned at where they stood.

"CRACK!" A sword broke in half and a whole lot of breaking happened closely thereafter.

Although the sect formation from above tried to negate the damage done but it did not even last one breath against the irresistible might of Clark's heavy fist.

"AHHHHHHH!"

"I am the son of Yun Song from Arcsea! Touch me more and you will pay a thousandfold for your..." Yun Teng roared pitifully amidst his shocked viewers.

"CRACK!" another set of bones turned to powder with just one punch.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"STOP! My Elder Brother is already at the 10th Stage of Mortal Shedding Realm! He will come for you and tear you to pieces so you need to..." Yun Teng tried negotiating once more.

"CRACK!" Alas, it fell on deaf ears and he was rewarded yet again with some physical reconstruction.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"My master is..." Yun Teng sobbed.

"CRACK!" And another.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"My g..."

"CRACK!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" A few times of this got repeated over and over again until finally the once handsome Yun Teng crawled on the ground in filth.

He has now sported a pig face and had lost all of his teeth in the extreme punishment he suffered for no more than 5 minutes.

"Remember to be good in your next life." Our bored gamer uttered these last words before mercifully ending the suffering of Yun Teng.

The ground was dyed red and all around Clark, there was only absolute silence that reigned supreme after his ruthless actions.

"Can somebody please call Yun Teng's brother, father, grandfather, master, grand master, etcetera so that i could take the test in the Assessment Pavilion in peace?"