I Have Seven Dragon Souls In a cultivation world

"Just look at how strong you've gotten, you're almost as strong as your old man!"

As he spoke, Patriarch Nolan reached forward and embraced Curtis in a tight hug.

After A few minutes of some Father-son bonding, Nolan and Curtis separated and now that the excitement of meeting Elder Mahan and Curtis had worn off, Nolan asked a question that had been bothering him for a while.

"Brother Mahan, why don't we just exterminate the Kinsman Clan right now?"

"It's clear that they don't have a single Martial adept level cultivator, we could easily get rid of them if we attacked them as it's clear that they have nobody who could even resist your strength!"

"Brother Nolan" replied Elder Mahan

"Don't be too hasty!"

"The only reason the Kinsman Clan is even still here is because of the fact that they still have their uses" continued Elder Mahan

"What uses could the Kinsman Clan even have?" Asked Patriarch Nolan puzzled

"Of course they have their uses!" exclaimed Elder Mahan

"Your son, my disciple, was greatly humiliated by the members of the Kinsman Clan in this exact same tournament in the past."

"This humiliating defeat has left an impact In Curtis's mind and if this is not fixed it could seriously affect his ability to progress in his cultivation, especially at higher levels where just talent is not enough. A stable and firm state of mind is needed to achieve such high levels of cultivation, if h doesn't have even one of these then he will never be able to progress" Explained Elder Mahan

"Well if you put it like that, then it does make sense to leave the kinsman Clan alone for now" Replied Patriarch Nolan, slightly disappointed that he missed the chance to deal with his long time enemy

Elder Mahan seemed to sense Patriarch Nolan's sadness and could resist the urge to chuckle

"hahaha Don't worry brother Nolan. once the Kinsman Clan has done its job in helping Curtis deal with his heart demon they will be done for!" As Elder Mahan spoke, a cruel smile appeared on his face.

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Seeing that the last of the contestants had arrived at the competition, Patriarch Randall of the Pierce Clan went to the centre of the arena, standing before the crowd of spectators.

"Now that the last of the contestants had arrived, Let the Inter-clan competition finally begin!"

hearing this announcement, the crowd of hundreds of spectators burst out into a loud cheer.

A few minutes later, the crowd of spectators managed to calm down and the number and times of each contestant's matches were handed out to each competing member.

From the time and number Dante was handed, his first fight would be later in the day and after most people had finished fighting. This was quite good for Dante as it meant that he had enough time to watch a few matches before his first match even began.

Soon, the matches had started as all sorts of fights between each of the three clans were taking place on numerous platforms.

Dante was focusing on the Martial Novice realm fights, after all, the only people he would be fighting would be in the Martial Novice realm in the first place. so it made sense that he would watch the fights so as to get a solid grip on the competitors he would have to face against.

Dante was sat with Patriarch Gavin and Winton and was currently watching a fight between two Martial Novice Realm cultivators, one from the Pierce Clan and one from the Kinsman Clan. The fight between them was starting to heat up as both parties exchanged many fierce blows between them.

"ARRRGH!"

Suddenly a horrific scream rang out through the arena, even going so far as to reach the spectators on the opposite sides of the stands.

surprised by such a scream, all eyes gradually turned to the origin of such a traumatic screech confused as to what could possibly be going on.

As they looked at the origin of the sound, they found out that it had come from one of the Battle platforms meant for Bodyrefining realm cultivators.

These fighters were by far the weakest contestants in the competition as they hadn't even awakened their Martial Spirits and still had to rely on only other physical strength to fight and lacked any real sort of energy manipulation.

On the Platform was two young Bodyrefining Realm cultivators, one from the Slater Clan and one from the Kinsman Clan. As you could expect from two rival clans, the fighting was fierce.

It seemed like the Slater Clan fighter had managed to shatter all the bones in the hand of his opponent from the Kinsman clan.

"I...I surren-"

"Boom!"

The Kinsman Clan Disciple tried to surrender, but before he even could finish speaking, the Slater Clan fighter punched him right in the gut, sending him rolling across the platform.

Slowly, the Slater Clan Disciple walked up to the Kinsman Clan Disciple. when he got next to the writhing Kinsman Clan disciple, he sent a quick look towards Patriarch Nolan. The two exchanged quick eye contact between them and after receiving a nod of approval, the Slater Clan Disciple slowly raised his foot into the air.

"Bang!"

"Crac!"

The Slater Clan Disciple then brought his foot back down with tremendous force, breaking the Kinsman clan disciples arm!

"Arrgh!"

The Kinsman Clan Disciple let out a horrific scream of pain as he felt his arm shatter

"I surren-"

Again the Kinsman Clan Disciple tried to surrender but before he could even finish speaking a kick was sent to his mouth forcing him to shut up.

Seeing this brutal sight, Patriarch Gavin burst into a mad rage!

If the first time when the Kinsman Clan Disciple's surrender was interrupted it could be possibly considered an accident. A second time could only mean one thing, this Slater clan Disciple wants to torture a Kinsman Clan Disciple right in front of him!