One Wish to Own the World



This event went on for a few hours while the disciples of the Four Seasons Sect scurried like ants in a disrupted colony, everyone frantically scurrying about, seeking the top disciples to call them over.

Every time Ken killed a disciple, the elder would point at another disciple that wasn't truly from Four Seasons Sect and force them to enter. He planned to exhaust Ken's Qi reserves and prevent him from resting, keeping him on his feet.

"No, I'm not going in to die for you. Find another disciple!"

Resisting disciples could be heard from time to time, but they were all destroyed by the elder, leaving nothing but ashes behind.

"Brothers, let's retreat together! He can't kill us all!"

Those disciples came to the Central Zone for rewards and benefits, but now they were sent to their deaths for a fight that didn't have anything to do with them. Ken killed them at a rapid rate, around 10 disciples per minute.

One would be sent to the improvised arena every few seconds and get killed in a single hit, regardless of their substage. The peak Core Formations seemed to be as strong as the low ones, or rather, they all seemed weak.

"Anyone who retreats will be killed, even if I must kill all of you."

The elder threatened them and burned the one who tried to rile up the crowd instantly. The crowd retreated in desperation and fear, waiting to be sent to fight the demon at the peak.

After 2 hours of this unceasing massacre and over a thousand dead disciples, the top disciples finally started coming. Luckily, Trenton hated to see the dead bodies wearing the black robes of inner disciples of his sect, so he cremated the dead bodies, leaving behind only the storage rings. 

"Good, you guys are here. Kid, you've had your share of fun, but now be prepared to die. Disciples, heed my words, the one to kill this brat will get all the storage rings left behind."

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard the prize. A thousand storage rings included a huge amount of resources, even if most of them belonged to disciples from weaker sects. After all, those disciples were ranked in their sects and were relatively rich.

"I will go first."

A disciple ranked in the top 400 stepped forward, prepared to duel the masked child standing pridefully at the peak, his yellow robes flatter in the wind behind him. Ken didn't have a single stain of blood on his robes, and his breath seemed unburdened.

The disciple was briefed earlier, getting a warning that Ken was powerful and that he shouldn't underestimate him. In fact, he was told to remain near the edges of the peak so he can jump down as soon as he feels overwhelmed. Once outside the arena, he was promised to be saved.

He didn't use a weapon and only had 3 types of Elemental Qi – Lightning, Water, and Wind.

He took a fighting stance, waited for Ken to appear, and soon saw Ken disappear. He suddenly felt a heavy killing intent behind him and tried to step forward to dodge whatever attack Ken might throw at him, but only his upper body moved; to be precise, his torso fell forward while his lower body collapsed where he stood.

"Next."

"Incompetent! You idiots are incompetent! Go and fight him right now!"

The elder couldn't hold back his anger at the sight of Ken killing a top 400 disciple in a single blow without any difficulty. It was humiliating to see a top disciple die in the same manner as disciples from inferior sects.

Next came another disciple, this time from the top 200 of the peak Core Formation Stage. It was already humiliating to send only people one substage above the challenger, but they were left without a choice.

This disciple was much smarter than the previous one. As soon as he stepped into the arena, he activated his movement technique and moved swiftly, prepared to dodge or block any type of attack Ken might launch.

'Cloud Running.'

Instead of trying to catch a disciple that kept zigzagging with a dashing technique, Ken chose to run after him with his own free-style movement technique. 

Ken soon caught up with the man, and no matter how the latter tried to shake him off his trail, he couldn't. Not only that, but Ken barely seemed to be exerting any effort in his chase.

Cloud Running, Big Success mastery realm – by harnessing his momentum from his first footwork, he barely had to invest more Qi and stamina to keep moving. 

He got the idea from how clouds kept moving from the wind effortlessly and how his flexible sword moved back after being bent in one direction. He didn't forget his techniques were based on the sword.

'Slash.'

The man used Water Qi to execute a defensive technique, deflecting Ken's 81 in 1 slash. However, he didn't come out unscathed; he lost the arm that deflected the slash. While he was occupied by his pain, Ken stabbed him to death with Snake Thrust.

"Damn it!"

Trenton cursed under his breath when he saw a top disciple die in under 20 seconds. It was a great improvement compared to those who died instantly, but it wasn't exactly impressive.

"Next."

Trenton decided to stop sacrificing the top disciples. Those were the future of the sect and losing them all would mean losing a lot of future seventh-stage and eighth-stage cultivators.

He kept sending outer disciples, disciples from other sects, and unranked inner disciples to exhaust Ken, and it was working.

Ken was breathing heavily on the second day. His movements slowed down, his QI was nearly depleted, and he didn't know how long he could hold on. He regretted acting emotionally earlier, but a part of him that still blamed himself for the girls' deaths felt like he deserved it.

'No, I won't die here! I don't want to die!'

Ken realized this truth as he felt more and more pressure.