The mont Damian said those words, the entire Sword Trial Arena beca silent. "All three of us at once?"
The lead disciple’s expression darkened completely.
The other two disciples also gripped their swords tighter, clearly feeling insulted.
Around the arena, the watching disciples started whispering.
"Isn’t he being too arrogant?"
"They are all Fifth Stage Foundation Establishnt inner disciples."
"Even if he is Elder Selvara’s disciple, isn’t this a bit much?"
Damian heard their whispers, but he only sighed.
He did this because he did not want to drag the fight out. The longer this fight lasted, the bigger the commotion would beco, and if Selvara found out...
Damian’s mouth twitched. "Damn it. I really don’t want double training tomorrow."
The lead disciple stepped forward first.
His sword released a pale blue glow as sharp Qi gathered around the blade.
[Flowing Sword Art]
His figure moved like water, smooth and fast, and his sword slashed toward Damian’s shoulder from a tricky angle.
Damian’s eyes moved slightly.
[Thunder Flash Steps]
Thunder flashed beneath his feet, and his body instantly retreated several ters.
The sword cut only his afterimage.
The lead disciple’s eyes narrowed. "Fast."
Before Damian could answer, the second disciple rushed in from the side.
His sword carried a heavy yellow glow, and the ground trembled beneath his steps.
[Stone Splitting Sword Art]
The strike ca down with surprising force.
Damian did not block it. Instead, he stepped sideways, leaving another thunder afterimage behind.
BOOM!
The stone arena cracked where the sword landed.
Damian glanced at the damage and clicked his tongue. "Good thing I didn’t block that."
The third disciple attacked imdiately after.
His sword moved sharply, splitting into several faint sword shadows.
[Three Shadow Sword Art]
Three sword lights ca toward Damian from different directions.
Damian’s body blurred again.
[Thunder Flash Steps]
He retreated, dodged, and shifted across the arena like lightning.
The three disciples attacked one after another, their sword arts flowing together more smoothly than Damian expected.
If this had been the old Damian, he probably would have been forced into an ugly fight.
But now, after Selvara’s brutal correction, his footwork was much cleaner than before.
Every dodge was smaller, sharper, and less wasteful.
However, Damian still did not use his sword art.
After all, his [Mountain Breaking Sword Art] was powerful, but with his new sword, it was no longer the best match.
The three disciples beca more irritated with every missed attack. "Stop running!"
Damian raised an eyebrow while stepping away from another sword slash. "I’m not running. I’m professionally avoiding trouble."
The surrounding disciples beca speechless.
The lead disciple gritted his teeth. "You coward!"
Damian sighed. "Alright. That’s enough."
He suddenly stopped directly in front of the three of them.
The three disciples’ eyes brightened, and they rushed forward at the sa ti.
Three sword arts erupted together, surrounding Damian from three directions.
Damian inhaled deeply, and Fla and Thunder Qi rushed toward his throat.
[Lion Roar]
ROOOOAAARRR!
A violent roar exploded across the Sword Trial Arena.
The sound wave carried thunderous vibration and burning pressure, blasting outward in all directions.
The three disciples’ sword lights shattered instantly.
Their bodies froze, their faces turned pale, and then all three were thrown backward at the sa ti.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
They crashed onto the arena floor, their swords flying from their hands.
The entire arena fell silent.
Damian exhaled slowly and looked at the three defeated disciples. "See? I told you this didn’t need to be complicated."
After saying that, Damian lowered his sword and turned around because he had no intention of staying here any longer.
The commotion had already beco bigger than he wanted, and if this continued, there was a real chance Selvara would hear about it before evening.
Just thinking about doubled training made Damian’s body ache again. "Damn it. Better leave before another idiot shows up."
But just as Damian was about to step down from the arena, a calm voice suddenly sounded from the side.
"Leaving already?"
Damian paused.
The surrounding disciples imdiately beca restless.
"It’s Senior Sister Raika."
"Raika ca?"
Damian slowly turned his head.
A young woman walked through the crowd with steady steps.
She had long yellow hair that fell smoothly behind her back, bright sharp eyes, and a calm confidence that made the surrounding disciples move aside without needing to be told.
Her robe was simple, but lightning-like patterns were embroidered along the sleeves, giving her a sharp and elegant feeling.
Compared to the three disciples from before, her aura was completely different.
It was clearer, stronger, and carried a faint crackling pressure that Damian was obviously familiar with.
Thunder Qi.
Damian’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Finally soone decent?"
But in the next mont, a familiar system screen appeared above her.
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[Na: Raika]
[Cultivation Realm: Eighth Stage Foundation Establishnt Realm]
[Qi: Thunder Qi]
[Spiritual Root: Royal Grade Thunder Spiritual Root]
[Physique: Mortal Physique]
[Bloodline: Human]
[Comprehension: Peerless]
[Talent: Royal Grade Thunder Cultivator]
[Talent: Royal Grade Talisman Master]
[Multiplier: 150×]
---
The mont Damian saw the screen, his entire expression almost froze.
"One hundred and fifty tis?"
His heart suddenly beat faster.
After searching for so long without finding even a single multiplier, one finally appeared right in front of him.
And not only did she have a multiplier, her talent was also quite ridiculous.
Of course, it was still not as ridiculous as his master.
But even so, Raika was still really great. She was even better than his disciples in so areas.
This Raika was not just a treasure chest.
She was a golden treasure chest.
Raika stopped near the edge of the arena and looked at the three defeated disciples before turning her gaze back to Damian.
Her expression did not show anger, only curiosity. "So you are Elder Selvara’s new disciple."
Damian quickly cald himself and smiled faintly. "That’s ."
Raika’s yellow hair moved slightly in the wind as faint lightning flickered around her fingers.
"Interesting," she said softly. "Then let see whether you are actually worthy of that title."
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