“You…” Elder Bowa looked stunned when he saw Dyon not because of any spectacular reason, but purely because he not only did not know who this young man was, he also sensed that Dyon was a mere 1st stage essence gatherer. He didn’t even know how to properly react to this information.
It wasn’t a surprise that he didn’t recognize Dyon, after all, he was at Soul Market when the central bell was rung. Plus, although The Cathedral had a meeting pertaining to Dyon and his reveal as a member of the Jafari family, he hadn’t taken part in that either.
That was when a sudden realization came over Elder Bowa. ‘He must be one of the 3rd stage innate soul, soul slaves?’
He questioned this thought, though, mostly because Dyon was dressed too oddly.
Since the day he was taken in, Dyon’s clothes hadn’t changed. In fact, the massive stain of blood around his crotch was still there along with the numerous knife wounds. If his eyes weren’t so sharp and his aura wasn’t so imposing, many might think that he was half dead.
‘Wait, those are Soul Rending Peak disciple robes!’ Elder Bowa’s eyes widened. He almost didn’t recognize them because of the state they were in, but when he realized this, he became completely certain.
“You’re Dyon Jafari.” Elder Bowa regained his calm as rubble began to roll below. Those who survived were slowly beginning to dig their way up.
“It’s good you know so there’s no confusion when I’m venting my rage.”
Elder Bowa, a usually stoic and silent man couldn’t help but burst into laughter when he heard this. “Do you believe that you’ve accomplished something? What does destroying the teleportation do for you? Even if you somehow manage to kill me by some stroke of luck, everything will continue as though you’ve done nothing.” His laughter grew. “The best part is that you know that you have no chance of killing me.”
He patted his chest, trying to catch his breath.
Dyon sneered. “You’re confident because you believe that I don’t know about the smaller scale teleportation formation here? Well let me ask you something, how did I get here without you detecting it?”
Elder Bowa’s smile froze.
By now, numerous saints and essence gatherers were pulling themselves out of the rubble. Due to the violent fall of the roof, only the relatively stronger essence gatherers were in good shape while the others were either severely injured or dead. The saints, however, were completely fine.
Dyon calmly watching as the numbers began to steadily grow, taking in the hundreds of gazes filled with hostility.
“Kill him!” Elder Bowa roared.
The various attendants who had been preparing the auction house surged forward, looking to take Dyon out in the shortest time possible.
Dyon stretched out, sending a piercing gaze forward, prepared to shatter their battle spirit with his Presence. Let alone a few hundred enemies, the only reason Dyon survived the third trial was because he could completely collapse the battle will of thousand of beasts at once. What a joke it was for these people to attack him like this when he could incapacitate them in an instant.
However, Dyon stopped just as he was about to do so. ‘If I end this battle too quickly, I won’t be able to stall for time… No, it doesn’t matter. If I kill them all, then I’ll have no worries to begin with.’
‘Don’t do it.’ Dyon’s master’s voice suddenly rung in his ears.
‘Huh?’ Dyon asked in confusion.
‘Your training is too poor, I’m unsatisfied.’
Dyon couldn’t help but smile widely. He wasn’t offended at all. This was the first opportunity he had to seek his master’s guidance, how could he not accept it happily?
‘Don’t be happy too quickly.’ The 25th White Mother continued, trying to maintain her stern expression despite a sweet smile and feeling creeping up on her lips. ‘When you hear what I want you to do, you might start hating me.’
‘Hate you?’ Dyon grinned. ‘Never.’
He dodged a punch, swinging a leg to send an essence gatherer crashing down below.
A battle erupted, a single man weaving and bobbing through hundreds of fists and kicks, completely unperturbed. Even Elder Bowa couldn’t help but let a slight look of admiration slip onto his old, wrinkled features.
“A core disciple is truly special.” He said in approval. But, his admiration still gave way to a cold expression. The more outstanding Dyon was, the more eager he was to kill him.
‘Although I can’t pass on our sect’s core teachings to you, what I can do for you is prepare you for the day that you’ll receive them.’ Dyon’s master continued seriously. ‘Don’t ask why or for any other explanations. I’m restricted from telling you too much because of the Sect Master’s seal. Just know that I’m doing this for your benefit.’
Dyon nodded. He was becoming very much used to this… He was numb to the curiosity by now. Luckily, at least he could speculate without dying this time. However, his master’s next words almost made him fall out of the sky.
‘You’re no longer allowed to use any techniques above the lower common level. In addition, before you’re allowed to learn any techniques of the middle common level, you must master 100 lower common level fist techniques, 100 kicking techniques, 100 of each of the nine central weapons, 100 movement techniques, 100 defensive techniques, and 100 energy manipulation techniques. And by master, I don’t mean to the completion stage, I mean to the One with Self realm.’