Chapter 134: The King Of Outer Hall

Hearing the shout of Feng Ma which was filled with sadness and anger, Zhao Luo was shaken to his core.

Zhao Luo had already heard the tragic story of how after Feng Mei's parents had died, her uncle went after Feng Mei.

By the looks of it, Feng Ma was the son of the guy who had tried to kill the little Feng Mei, Queen of the Royal Feng Family.

Even though Zhao Luo didn't know about Feng Ma before, but in their fight, the words and the attacks that they had exchanged were enough for Zhao Luo to come to an understanding of the person who was standing in front of him.

'He is shaking.'

Zhao Luo realized as he looked at the back of the Feng Ma.

'His back looks better when he is drunk.'

Zhao Luo nodded while imagining the person he had fought with.

A smile popped up on his face and his hand went towards Feng Ma.

'TAP'

Zhao Luo patted Feng Ma's shoulder and came to stand in front of him

"Are you her brother?"

Zhao Luo asked Brother Suo.

Looking at Zhao Luo's calm demeanor, Brother Suo was disturbed.

He was here to mess with Zhao Luo, a random disciple who had dared to talk with his sister.

Yet what was going on here.

The guy, Brother Suo was supposed to mess around with, looked the brightest.

"When did I need to answer a commoner?"

Brother Suo questioned Zhao Luo in return.

"I see."

Zhao Luo accepted what Brother Suo had said.

Thud!

Zhao Luo proceeded to jump on the stage next to them.

He walked to the middle while the group of thirty outer disciples watched him.

Rose, Feng Ma, and, Si Chen were also staring at Zhao Luo with worry in their eyes.

Zhao Luo turned around to look at them.

'Ahem'

Clearing his throat, Zhao Luo's stare changed from calm to challenging.

"You can come up and try this commoner. If I win, you can go back with your side chicks."

Zhao Luo pointed at the outer disciples behind Suo who were all male disciples.

"If I lose, hmph, that would never happen."

Zhao Luo told Brother Suo with an arrogant tone.

The outer disciples who had gone away after Zhao Luo's earlier fight had finished, were gathering around to see this drama.

There was one disciple who had never left this area and never removed his sight from Zhao Luo.

"What is little brother thinking there?"

Senior Cutie wondered as the things were taking an unforeseen turn.

Back on the stage.

Zhao Luo waited for Suo to come up.

Below the stage...disciple after disciple came in front of Suo and bowed their heads.

"Brother Mo Suo, let me go and teach this dog a lesson."

"No. I came in front first. Brother, you need to let me teach this bastard who can't recognize his father."

Mo Suo calmly heard them as they all wanted a chance.

"Brother..."

The biggest guy from his group came forward and kneeled.

After kneeling he raised his head and this was the first disciple from Mo Suo's group who dared to look straight into his eyes while the other only demanded the right to fight Zhao Luo with bowing heads.

They both stared at each other while Zhao Luo looked at his scene quietly.

The big guy opened his mouth just to say two words.

"I UNDERSTAND!"

The big guy said as he backed away.

Mo Suo then looked at the others and picked a random disciple from among them.

He jumped on the stage and landed in front of Zhao Luo.

"Look carefully!"

Zhao Luo was still looking at Mo Suo as he said those words.

Ignoring the outer disciple in front of him.

The outer disciple who was facing Zhao Luo was a level seven VII disciple.

Being ignored in front of the person he served was not a fun feeling for him.

"Arrogant bitch."

He cursed at Zhao Luo.

But even after that Zhao Luo never glanced at him.

The moment Zhao Luo looked at him.

'Half Walk.'

Zhao Luo tightened his fist and used his version of the beginner stage of the First Walk.

Bang!

At that same moment, Zhao Luo disappeared from his place and appeared at the spot where the challenger was.

While the challenger could be seen flying away as he was thrown out of the stage.

His teeth were leaving a trail of his trajectory.

Only the teeth could be seen leaving the challenging disciple's body.

No sound, no scream, or no moans could be heard which showed that the disciple was already unconscious.

'Thud.'

The outer disciple's lifeless body landed next to Mo Suo's feet.

"Will you come and fight me like a man? Or do you prefer hiding behind your side chicks?"

Zhao Luo was showing his anger through his words.

Even Si Chen could feel sweat building up in his palm.

He felt like the kind and caring Zhao Luo had vanished and some evil handsome devil had taken over his body.

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Mo Suo looked at the disciples who were knocked out and raised his feet.

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Bang!

He threw a kick at the unconscious disciple which laned on his defenseless waist.

"Shit."

"Go. Whoever beats him will be rewarded by me personally."

Mo Suo announced to the disciples of his group.

Another disciple started moving towards the stage.

That was when a shout halted everything.

"STOP!"

Senior Cutie shouted from amongst the crowd of spectating disciples and came to stand in front of Mo Suo.

"You know, it's forbidden to send disciples after another disciple. Do you think you have grown powerful enough to not obey the rules?"

Senior Cutie asked Mo Suo.

The dark clouds were dispersing and the sunlight shined directly on the bald head of Cutie.

'Senior Buddha...'

Zhao Luo murmured as he looked at the back of this shining creature.

"Who says I am sending disciples after him?"

Mo Suo stepped towards Senior Cutie and questioned him.

"He challenged me, but if I fought with everyone who challenged me then there would have been thousands of you all following me the whole day."

Mo Suo said to Senior Cutie while glancing at Zhao Luo from time to time.

"Who am I?"

Mo Suo asked.

The question wasn't directed at anyone specific.

But many disciples answered it together.

"King of the Outer Hall."

A loud answer came at everyone like an announcement.

The ones answering included the disciples of his group and also many of the spectators.

No one challenged this announcement, not even Senior Cutie.

"You have taken this 'being the number one game too far. The Sect doesn't such arrogant behavior."

Senior Cutie told Mo Suo while shaking his head and calling Mo Suo's title an arrogant thing.

"Then why did you have this title before?"

Mo Suo pushed his face in front of Senior Cuties' face and looked directly into his eyes.

"The tournament is next week. That will be your last chance to take my position as I will be advancing to an inner disciple after winning the ranking tournament."

Mo Sup spoke of the future as it was already l own to him.

"Or you can try me now."

He challenged Senior Cutie and stopped talking.

'I will lose if I fought him now.'

Senior Cutie thought as he looked away.

"WHAT THE HECK?"

Zhao Luo who had been ignored for a while suddenly erupted like a volcano.

The disciples looked at him.

He was the only focus of hundreds of disciples who were around the stage.

"Just send them all. After I defeat them, it's your turn."

Zhao Luo announced while pointing at Mo Suo who only showed a meek laugh in response.

"Go."

Mo Suo ordered the disciple who was on his way to beat Zhao Luo.

He landed on the stage just like the last disciple and looked at Zhao Luo arrogantly.

"I can use a weapon?"

Zhao Luo asked this second disciple.

"You can."

While nodding to Zhao Luo's question, he also brought put his 6 foot long and 3 feet wide sword.

"What?"

Zhao Luo was shocked as this was the first time he was seeing a guy holding a sword as tall as him.

"Whatever."

'Sheeeng.'

Zhao Luo brought out his Ifrit from his storage space.

A fiery crimson sword appeared in his hand and Zhao Luo's handsomeness was increased by five folds.

Zhao Luo moved towards the disciple while waving Ifrit at him.

"Clang"

"Ching"

Zhao Luo swung his sword at this disciple who brought his crazy broad sword in the way.

The two strikes of Zhao Luo vanished in such a way that he was shocked.

'His sword feels like a sea and my attacks as stones drowning in that sea.'

Zhao Luo wondered how hard he would have to hit to get past this humongous sword of this disciple.

'I can use half walk to go behind him and then...'

Zhao Luo jumped back and planned just to shake his head while smiling at the situation.

"I will take you down with brute force!"

Zhao Luo told the second challenger.

Zhao Luo ran towards the disciple who was somewhat managing to swing his big sword and as he got close to Ifrit's range, Zhao Luo momentarily stopped.

"Burst Slash."

Zhao Luo used his fiery sword technique and brought Ifrit at the big sword.

CHANG~

The two swords collided and the flashing light with a loud sound was released as an aftereffect of the collision of the two swords.

The onlookers were blinded for an instance as they looked at Zhao Luo continuing his attacks.

"Multiple Burst Slashes."

Zhao Luo shouted the name of his technique and after that, the only thing that echoed was the sound of metals colliding.

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