240 Mental Fortitude

Everyone in the arena froze by the development of the situation. No matter if they were experts or not, they just saw something impossible to comprehend by the standard of nature. Not to mention them, even the overseer up above had her mouth slightly agape.

Sophia slowly bit her lower lip as her eyes were still in shock. Through her experience, she had met many powerful people. Talented to the point of becoming a great emperor and some were ascending to even greater heights. Yet never did she met someone that continuously breaking the norms and set the bar to an entirely different magnitude.

"No... way..."

"He doesn't even flinch despite being so close to the center of the pressure!"

"No matter if he won or lose, I must get him in my sect!"

"Fuck off he is mine!" shouted Ryona.

She already put her ax close to the neck of who look like the head of some clan. Her eyes pierced through his as the image of him dying in thousands of cut filled his mind.

With a loud gulp and drenching cold sweat, he knew just how powerful this lady was even without fighting. His legs were shaking and almost couldn't resist the temptation of the floor.

"Hey, we are gathered here to recruit these youngsters and aid them in cultivation technique, there is no need for us to fight each other without any valid reason," said the head of a different clan.

The others nodded at his remark as they looked at Ryona.

"That's your business, I'm not here to recruit anyone. Lyon is already my student, and Jugen is my little brother. You can scout the rest of them but if you are still persistent, then."

The blonde woman made her stance as her hair was slightly fluttering.

Though they couldn't feel nor roughly gauge the cultivation of this woman, their cumulative experience had instinctively told them that this woman did not lie. After a short thought, they returned to their seats and refrain to speak another word. Fixating their gaze back to the young man.

Old Dan suddenly asked, "How, just how can you resist my aura?!"

(I didn't breakthrough just so that a mere peak Soul Cultivator can casually resist this! There must be a trick! An item! Yes, that must be it! He must have an amazing item that could resist my aura so easily!).

"Resist? What are you talking about? I don't feel a thing."

"You! Then how about this!"

The veins on his face began to appear as the blood flow rate rose before the fallen team members on the ground felt an even greater force pulling them down. They couldn't help but had their blood escaping from their orifices starting from the weakest person.

With a grin on Old Dan's face, he saw the smirk on Lyon's face was gone.

"What's wrong, brat? You feel uneasy? Hahaha!"

"Stop it."

"Hah as if, I can still go even further! Face your punishment!"

Luna who saw Jugen which was the closest to her, already passed out, struggled to reach him. It would be disastrous to lose consciousness in this situation. With every ounce of strength left in her body, she dragged herself using only but her right arm. It was the responsibility of a captain.

Her eye started to blur as her fingers felt numb. Her ear suddenly twitched as she heard a low cry.

"G-g-g...ther, pl...se.. st..op."

Fue Hufei already had her two eyes closed and blood running from the orifices on her face.

Lyon furrowed his eyebrows as his head slightly went down.

"Hahaha, just one more push and you will face the-"

Old Dan knees suddenly hit the ground with a loud boom. The pressure he exuded instantly vanished without any sign. His dumbstruck face strugglingly looked up before his pupils shrunk at an immediate rate.

Lyon's galaxy-black eyes glared him down as a tattoo word already formed on his back. His black hair was fluttering against his own jade-green aura. Mana was coursing beneath his skin as if the world itself was his backing.

"I told you to stop."

Old Dan couldn't speak a word nor could he move from that spot. He felt that the cold glare had frozen him but the truth, it was something he had forgotten. A feeling that kept him alive all this time. Fear.

"Look at what you have done, the rest of my team almost got crippled by you, an overseer."

(Goddamnit move! Move! Damn old bones!).

"It's useless, no matter how much you struggle, you can't overcome my aura that rained you down, your mental fortitude is WEAK!"

Lyon grabbed the old man's hair before sending his knee right to his face. Blood sprayed the air before the body crashed down.

After letting out a few coughs of blood, he wiped his nose with his sleeves. (How the hell a mere Soul Cultivator could break my nose! Ah, I can move again!).

"Aaargh, I kill you! You brat!"

Old Dan leaped forward with his hands clawing his way to Lyon's torso.

Lyon's figure suddenly slipped in and grabbed his face before smacking him to the ground. The loud blast sent shivers as the crack spread to the entirety of the ring. The smoke rose and the debris was scattered everywhere.

"Wh-what...?"

"What just happened?!"

"Did that actually just happen?!"

"A participant is actually beating up an overseer level cultivator?!"

"An illusion, this must be an illusion right?! They are putting a show right?!"

The crowd was still in disbelief before Sophia furrowing her eyebrows and sent a gush of wind with a slap of her backhand from her seat. The smoke was easily dispersed while revealing a familiar figure and a horrifying reality.

Lyon was standing on top of a pile of debris, holding Old Dan by the neck.