The Supreme God of Martial Arts

"Go wait in line.

Later on, you'll be required to perform your best martial arts skill in front of the general. You'll be able to join the mission if you get

his approval,"

the junior captain said and handed Austin a number card with the number 120 written on it.

Austin then walked towards the side of the battle ring and stood in line.

Many warriors were enticed to register for the recruitment because the royal household offered a handsreward.

Most of the ones who took an interest were independent cultivators.

The reward was a chance to join the royal household and beca member of the royal forces.

As a prosperous and strong nation, the Heavenly Dragon Holy Kingdom was no weaker than all the five major sects combined.

Being a permanent member of the royal forces and earning royal stipends in their lifetgreatly attracted independent

cultivators.

Therefore, a long line of participants were queued on both sides of the battle ring, all hoping to get approved. . .

"Number 120! It's your turn!" a soldier in the battle ring shouted out.

Austin moved out of the queue and leaped onto the battle ring.

"Young man, your nis Meade, correct?

Kindly perform the martial arts skill you are best at please,"

the civil official affably urged.

After giving it a brief thought, Austin drew out his long sword and used his vital energy force to display his level five sword

potential.

Numerous sword auras violently rushed out.

Without exerting much of an effort, Austin unsheathed the long sword, its aura soaring up to the sky. It stunned everyone present.

"A level five sword potential!"

the warriors below the battle ring silently exclaimed.

Sword potential was a level higher than sword intent.

It was fairly common in the Heavenly Dragon Holy Kingdom to find warriors who had reached a level ten sword intent.

However, only a relatively small number of warriors had been able to reach sword potential

and anyone who had reached a level five sword potential was considered a master swordsman.

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With a wave of his sword, a sharp sword light flashed and shot up towards the sky at supersonic speed, cutting into the space

above the battle ring.

The dazzling remains of the sword-light lingered in the air for a long period before it vanished; vaguely reminiscent of a just

concluded musical performance where the faint echoes of music lingered in the air.

"Well one, young man! What an incredible swordsmanship!

| never would have guessed that you were a perfect swordsman. You're now welcto join us on the royal mission,"

the general on the platform praised, face glowing with radiance at having seen Austin's excellent performance. . .

A soldier then approached Austin and led him to a lounging area behind the battle ring

where several hundred warriors were already waiting. Almost two-thirds of them were in the Imperial Realm cultivation base

and the rest were in the Master Realm cultivation base.

They were warriors who had also been selected to join the mission.

The area had long tables that were arranged in several rows. These tables were laid with piles of rare fruits and pots of tea.

Austin glanced around and saw that many tables were already occupied by warriors, so he walked towards the far corner of the

area where he found a table that was occupied by only three people.

Just when Austin was about to seat himself, a cold voice stopped him.

"Piss off

or die!"

it called out, arrogant and commanding.

'Oh?*

Austin inwardly glowered. He turned his head around and cto face a short warrior.

The warrior was giving off an unparalleled spear intent

and although short, he aggressively bolted upright from where he sat.

The person looked like a sharp spear that was ready to stab into the sky.

His cultivation base was at the preliminary stage of Master Realm

while Austin was only at the Imperial Realm.

"Oh, really?

What if | insist on sitting here?"

Austin rebuked, his anger rising.

He had fought a fierce battle against the Holy Daughter Winnie of the New Moon Sect; fighting an ordinary warrior at the

preliminary stage of Master Realm would be a piece of cake.

Austin shrugged off the confrontation and, deliberately ignoring the man's warning, sat himself down.

A murderous look flashed across the short man's eyes. He waved a hand and a golden spear appeared in his hand out of thin air.

"Die!" he roared.

The spear turned into a huge spiralling golden python, bestrewing sharp illusory spear shadows in front of him.

It looked as if he were wielding hundreds of spears.

Austin sensed that the short man had reached level three spear potential.

‘No wonder he was so arrogant, ' he thought.

However, from the vital energy force that was swirling around his body, Austin could tell that

the man's vital energy force cultivation base was only at the preliminary stage of Master Realm.

It was obvious that his spear skill, instead of vital energy cultivation, was what he was best at.

The spear potential fluctuated and whipped towards Austin. He dodged it in tjust as it almost touched his body, grazing his

robes. .

The other warriors in the lounging area did not intervene in the fight;

on the contrary, they were quite amused by it.

The murmurs grew among them.

"This lad's cultivation base is just at the Imperial Realm. How dare he

choose a table that was occupied by the three Master Realm masters."

"Exactly. He dared to offend Laird. Now he would be stabbed to death by Laird's spear.

With a Master Realm cultivation base and an outstanding spear skill, Laird was said to be a hot-tempered and merciless man!"

"Hush! Lower your voice. You wouldn't want to deal with him if he hears what you said and comes for you."

The other man then kept silent.

With his extraordinary spiritual sense, Austin was able to clearly hear the men's hushed conversation.

'So this man is called Laird, ' he mused.

At the very moment, the golden spear dashed towards him once again.

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He firmly held his long sword

and hacked at Laird's spear with his Swift Thunder Swordsmanship at Minor Achievement Stage.

However, he did not use it to its full extent.

He only let out the level three sword potential.

The thunderbolt sword aura hacked at the spear, moving at a rate that was dozen times faster than the speed of sound.

There was a loud booming sound.

Aloud crack soon followed

as the thunderbolt sword aura clashed with the golden spear.

Laird felt as if his spear was struck by lightning. Streaks of electricity trickled onto his hand and wandered to his body.

Struck dumb with astonishment, he hastily took a couple of steps backwards.

'It's impossible!

How could a warrior at the medium stage of Imperial Realm be able to produce such a powerful sword aura?’ he thought.

He was able to sense that the sword light from the juvenile in front of him had reached level three sword potential

'And his martial arts skill is no lower than mine.

Furthermore, the thunderbolt power faintly incorporated in that sword light was immensely powerful.

"You!"

Laird fell out of his daze and finally uttered.

He then took a scrutinizing look at Austin and decided to cease his attacks at the boy.

Austin's strength was obvious to all;

he was only at the Imperial Realm, but his attack was no weaker than Laird's.

Even though Laird was a hot-tempered and narrow-minded man, he had enough wits about him to know that it would not do him

any good to fight in a life-or-death battle before he got a clear picture of his opponent's full strength.

Although there were still hints of tension in the air, things eventually started to calm down. Austin put away his long sword and

calmly sat down at the table, picked up a cup of tea and sipped as if the whole confrontation never happened.

‘Laird was just an ordinary warrior at the preliminary stage of Master Realm. Level three spear potential was all he was good at, '

he concluded.

He was confident that he would be able to kill Laird if it really did cto a life-or-death battle.