Supreme Emperor of Swords

Time went by and the final exam of nominal disciples finally came.

After the tedious ceremony, one-to-one contests had finally begun.

The arms drill area of nominal disciples was full of saber light, sword shadows and people. There were countless people falling from the arena one after another, but also many people receiving cheers and shouts from the crowd. The strong and the weak were entirely different in that moment, with destiny also thoroughly showing its cruelty in that moment.

In the process, some winners of the tournament arena were disqualified from the tournament by sect law-executors, after they were found to have pills to stimulate their potential.

That was because sect higher-ups hoped that the result of that competition could most directly reflect the real growth of nominal disciples’ strength in the past year, instead of a false burst of strength in a short period after being stimulated by pills.

However, even in that situation, there were still many people constantly taking risks in the process of the final exam.

Geniuses who had excellent scores in previous five academies competitions did not receive any privilege and care. They had to fight from the first round as those ordinary nominal disciples did.

So did Ding Hao.

However, facing Ding Hao’s great fame, every opponent who was paired to face Ding Hao just sighed and gave up the martial arts contest. After Lu Pengfei’s incident and the six temple joint trial, no one would be so naive to think that they could defeat Ding Hao, a monster, on the arena.

Therefore, from the first round to the sixth, Ding Hao was continuously advancing directly, without battling.

There were three other people, Li Lan, Li Muyun and Liang Feixue, who performed as strongly as Ding Hao did.

Those three were all geniuses who had already carefully practiced in the Six Peaks and Six Leaders for almost half a year, and their strengths had all achieved a master level. For ordinary nominal disciples, facing such monsters, not to mention the battle, they wouldn’t even be able to withstand their momentum, spitting blood and being defeated.

Therefore, it was better to give up from the beginning. Then they could recover their energy and find new opportunities in the loser group.

Fortunately, in the first six rounds, Ding Hao, Li Lan, Li Muyun and Liang Feixue did not draw the same arena. Those who looked forward to the fierce fight among those four had to keep waiting patiently.

Time flew.

In the seventh round, Ding Hao finally met the first opponent who dared to go to the arena.

Dumbo Vajra!

That was a disciple from the Northern Academy of yellow shirts.

Though he had a comely and shy face, he was tall and big, and his body which had bulging muscles was as robust as a Vajra. Many people were deeply impressed by that youth at first glance, because of the strong visual contrast between his innocent face and his explosive body.

So was Ding Hao.

When Ding Hao explored the site of a sect in the times of antiquity, which was in the depths of the Western Rock Mountain Range, he was deeply impressed by this youth, who always stood next to the beautiful youth Lin Xin and had a shy smile. It was unexpected that they would meet again on the arena that day.

“Senior Brother Ding,” Dumbo Vajra saluted respectfully and said shyly, “I know that I’m no match for you. However, the opportunity to fight with such an expert like you is so precious, so I want to exercise myself instead of challenging you.”

Ding Hao smiled.

Dumbo Vajra was indeed interesting.

It was said that he had divine power when he was born and his talent was outstanding. He practiced Earth Qi and it was as vigorous as a mountain. He also practiced the Heaven Heart Land Rage Mountain Incantation, which was hard to practice by others to an unfathomable realm. More interestingly, he had an extremely simple heart, and his soul was pure and flawless. He was in harmony with the rest of the world, and he was even a little bit timid and dull. Therefore, some busybodies nicknamed him Dumbo.

In addition, it was because Dumbo was too strong and his muscles were as firm as if having been cut by a saber and hewed by an axe. He was just like the Guardian Vajra in the Buddhism Sect from legend. Therefore, nominal disciples just called him Dumbo Vajra later.

That name was derogatory and sarcastic at first.

Nominal disciples in the Northern Academy of yellow shirts used the word of Dumbo Vajra to satirize that though he had divine power when he was born and was like a Vajra, he was silly and his temperament was weak, not having a good prospect.

When Dumbo Vajra entered the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, he experienced a period of misery, being bullied by many disciples in the Northern Academy of yellow shirts. One month later, Ren Xiaoyao and Lin Xin, two giants in the Northern Academy of yellow shirts found the potential of that innocent youth and helped him behind his back, and then the destiny of that dull and shy youth was completely changed.

At the moment, everything had been changed.

Dumbo Vajra finally became the third best expert in the Northern Academy of yellow shirts. Also, that nickname had become a sign of an expert that was well-known in the five academies, instead of the sarcastic connotation. When nominal disciples mentioned that name, their expressions had changed from the initial satire and disdain to deep awe and admiration.

“Junior Brother Dumbo, please!”

Ding Hao liked the youth who grew up sturdily, so he was very polite.

At that time, there was a full audience around the arena. Everyone was very excited and as the noise spread, more and more people were gathering there.

Finally, there was a person directly challenging Ding Hao!

That was a big event!

What was more exciting was that the challenger was not a nobody but the well-known Dumbo Vajra, who was the third best expert in the Northern Academy of yellow shirts. With Dumbo Vajra’s strength, Ding Hao had best to take it seriously.

Was it a fight between a dragon and a tiger?

The contest finally started amid the noise.

On the arena.

Dumbo took a deep breath, and his body unexpectedly became even bigger. The bulging muscles under the yellow shirt almost tore his clothes. There was a stream of yellow airflow slowly emerging around him. The lower hem of his clothes rose without a wind; his two hands stretched out like the claws of a giant, and a stream of scary momentum burst out.

Facing Ding Hao, he did not dare to imply any slight.

Boom!

When he took a step, the whole arena shook.

Gravel dust ran under Dumbo’s feet. Wherever he passed, he left clear footprints on the hardest bluestone ground.

Dumbo began to run.

He approached rapidly, and his speed became faster and faster. His figure drew a line in the air, and he was just like a crazy prehistorical behemoth, rushing towards Ding Hao severely.

Ding Hao stood still quietly.

“Hey!” Dumbo shouted and jumped up suddenly.

He tightened his waist and sank his abdomen lower in mid-air. His knees bulged, like a high mountain, producing an explosion in the air. He struck the ground with one knee, and a raging airflow, like a cyclone, spread in all directions.

Heavy Knee Kill!

That was one of the unique serial killing skills created by Dumbo himself, giving full play to his characteristics of a strong body and great strength