Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

THE MOMENT XIA Jieke was about to give the start signal, Lin Diyu pulled out the Underworld Scythe his master made for him.

This Underworld Scythe was pitch-dark and it gave the people the feeling of suffocation, like a touch from it, could strangle them to death.

Since Lin Diyu was only at the God Emperor Realm, he could only wield an imitation of the real Underworld Scythe, which was only a human-ranked imperial relic.

However, it was stronger than those normal human-ranked imperial relics. Laid on it were the powerful rules of darkness and death.

Sima Tuo's eyes widened when he saw this. The Underworld Scythe was smoking black exhausts. It felt very penetrative to him that he immediately wanted to pounce against his opponent.

Even the demons from the Northern Territory were filled with fear as they looked at Lin Diyu who was akin to the God of Death.

Killing intent filled Sima Tuo's heart as his bald head shone. It dazzled the audience and parried Lin Diyu's black-smoking scythe. With a serious face, Lin Diyu didn't dare remove his eyes from his opponent.

Dangling his scythe to the side, as though he was preparing for something, his eyes were on the other party.

"Let the match begin!"

Finally!

WHIRR!

Sima Tuo felt the onslaught towards him and couldn't help but gasp in shock.

So powerful!

Without a word, Lin Diyu waved the scythe towards the lower half of the monk's body after he appeared near the other party's position.

Sima Tuo immediately skittered to the side and bent down. With one palm pushed forward, he shouted, "Trifling Buddha Palms!"

A series of palms formed by qi shot out towards Lin Diyu's legs.

Seeing through the intention of the other party, Lin Diyu jumped in the air and twisted his body, aiming to slice his way through Sima Tuo's head.

Sima Tuo swiftly rolled the arena floor and successfully avoided Lin Diyu's attack.

"This fellow's quite formidable," he whispered under his ragged breathing.

As though he was finished playing with the monk, Lin Diyu released the pressure of a God Emperor at the Sixth Stage. Sima Tuo almost knelt because of the pressure. Even some of the participants from the waiting area frowned at his aura.

It was too strong for a God Emperor at the Sixth Stage.

Only then did Sima Tuo feel relieved when he covered himself with his own aura. At this time, the other half of the arena was covered with darkness, the other being bright. Two opposing forces were trying to overpower each other.

When Yang Lujia saw this, he grinned. He didn't believe this mere light could cause harm to Lin Diyu. After all, Lin Diyu had the bloodline of Thanatos in him. He was the natural enemy of light.

"Thirteen Underworld Strikes, First Layer," Lin Diyu muttered. "Shadow Wind Art."

A dark slash immediately charged towards Sima Tuo. With arms crossed, he intended to face the attack head-on. "Benefactor, you're going too far! Do you really want to kill me—"

However, before the large dark slash arrived, he felt a chill behind him like no other. He actually felt the aura of death. Unknowingly, his consciousness started to fade, and sooner realized the reason.

Everything in the arena froze. The crowd was also silent.

At this moment, Sima Tuo was already unconscious. And his body, which was held up high by Lin Diyu's Underworld Scythe, was gradually turning dark. It then turned into black ashes. Even his soul was not spared.

Or to be more precise, his soul was also impaled by the scythe. Even the various old men from the five territories couldn't believe what they saw.

Terrifying!

Too horrible!

When the Western Territory's monks saw this, they could only shake their heads. Even their City Lord, Shen Zui, didn't have much to say. Especially when he saw the look on Yang Lujia's face.

This pair of master and disciple was really as terrifying as he had thought!

However, later, what they saw made them feel like they were idiots.

Lin Diyu actually gathered all the dark-looking ashes. It turned into a ball of ashes that was suspended in midair. Afterward, he flew upward with his Underworld Scythe in his right hand.

Raising his left hand, a dark fire materialized. In the eyes of everyone, it slowly grew large. Staring at the ball of ashes from Sima Tuo's body, Lin Diyu's eyes turned cold and smashed the fire he condensed against it.

One after another. He did it ten times over until even one of the ashes could not be seen. After ensuring that the other party was really dead, Lin Diyu nodded. "Good. He's truly dead now."

When they heard what they said, they were speechless.

Wasn't Sima Tuo already dead before?

Weren't you the one who killed him?

Why did you say 'he's truly dead now'?

Everybody's minds turned wild.

"Oh no!" Lin Diyu suddenly shouted that it immediately attracted the attention of everybody. "There's still one piece of ash!" His eyes flickered.

With a large dark fire on his palm, he hit the small piece of dark ash. The whole arena was even burnt.

To everyone's disbelief, Lin Diyu even slashed one more time with his Underworld Scythe.

CRACK!

It cleaved the humungous arena in half.

Everyone, "…"

"He's a psycho!" somebody verbally reacted and hurriedly closed his mouth in fear of being killed by this madman!

When Lin Diyu finally went back to Yang Lujia, his face beamed with a smile. "Master, I won the first match! It was so hard and nerve-wracking! I thought I was going to lose to that monk!"

When the crowd heard what he said, they clamored and whispered among one another.

Who are you kidding? What's so nerve-wracking about that battle now? Weren't you the one who held the advantage all the time?!

Meanwhile, Yang Lujia didn't know what to say. Before the match started, he was actually sleepy. However, when he saw what his disciple did, he couldn't believe it.

Lin Diyu was even more cautious than him when dealing with opponents!

'Did I teach him wrong?' he thought.

Nevertheless, he still praised him. After all, this disciple of his really followed what he told him before. This was such a worth-nurturing disciple.

How could he not be happy?

"Congratulations on your first match!" Yang Lujia said.

"Thank you, master!" Lin Diyu was so excited that he wanted to scream out loud.

"However, you have to be careful the next time around. You have to strike faster the next time. You're too slow!"

Lin Diyu naturally knew what aspect of his strength he lacked. It was his speed.

"But you adapted quite quickly when you realized your weakness. You even sped up at that last moment when you suddenly appeared behind your opponent. That's a huge leap of improvement for you in such a short time!

"But don't let this match get into your head. Luckily, your opponent this time was too weak. Otherwise, you would have been dead meat."

Even Xia Hua and Sheng Fudi were stunned and speechless. Especially when they heard the conversation between the two.

So brutal?!

Sheng Fudi then stared at Xia Hua, "You don't have to worry about these country bumpkins, Ms. Xia. They're still not our match."

"No, that Cao Xiaoma was very adept in battles. I can sense that every time he battles someone, he will improve. It was like he was born to become a God of War. Don't underestimate him, especially that Cao Nima who claimed to be his master."

Sheng Fudi didn't refute. Although he only wanted to act tough in front of Xia Hua, he, too, had realized this matter. Especially the movement technique that Cao Xiaoma used in the battle. He was sure it was human-ranked art, a pinnacle art in Da Sishen.

Otherwise, he would not be able to defeat the other party that fast. However, the most terrifying was, as Xia Hua said, the battle instinct of Cao Xiaoma. It was simply too dangerous to fall into his hands.

Xia Jieke, who saw everything that transpired, didn't know whether he'd laugh or cry. Hence, he could only shake his head and announce the winner. "For this match, Lin Diyu wins!"

At this moment, in another place, a man whose bearing was not inferior to any experts of Da Sishen was standing beside the Hundred Deaths Gorge River.

Since the elimination round ended in Guile City, he hurriedly ran here to check something.

Beside him was another man whose face was ruddy and extremely unpleasant. His beard which looked like it was not combed even once amplified the ugliness of his entire face.

Both of them were looking at the river, as though they were watching the bottommost part of it.

"Zhao Qiaochen, I already told you during the elimination round. A brat whose age wasn't even twenty years old managed to kill the Death Loom Shrimp we placed here as a guard to keep experts away from the array formation we set up.

"This is an extremely important matter to consider. He may become a variable to our plans."

Zhao Qiaochen was also somewhat surprised. But he chose not to believe what he heard.

Who are you trying to fool? A young man actually reached that height despite his young age?

Nevertheless, he still probed the other party to talk more, "Who is this kid? Do you know him?"

The man twitched the side of his mouth as he hesitated whether or not to tell Zhao Qiaochen 'that' name. In the end, however, he resigned to it and said, "He named himself Cao Nima."

Zhao Qiaochen quickly picked up something. "Careless! I'm sure that kid's a spy from the Central Domain! Have we alerted them already?! Besides, what kind of name was that? Was it really what his parents named him? Or was it something he made just to fool others into his scheme?"

The man slightly frowned, contemplating what Zhao Qiaochen said. "I'm not very sure either."

A moment of silence momentarily ruled between the two.

"Zhang Wei, are you certain that the Guile Magus Academy wasn't suspecting you of anything?" Zhao Qiaochen asked, raising his concern over this matter. "After all, the Annual Death Ceremony is currently ongoing. Won't they find it strange that you're missing? You're the Headmaster of the Guile Magus Academy, so they're probably dubious of you now that you didn't personally attend. What excuse did you give those who are under you?"

"No, everything's under my control. You don't have to worry about it, Zhao Qiaochen," Zhang Wei replied, still looking indifferent.

He was actually Zhang Wei! Guile Magus Academy's Headmaster!