Everyone took a step back. This was Dyon’s final test for them. They could tell how powerful this young man Sokzac was. So, if Dyon could defeat him, there would be no doubt left. Human beings were fickle, and it hurt them to give up so much profit. It was no wonder some were still hesitating.
‘Hey master, are you thinking what I’m thinking?’ Dyon said with a grin.
At that moment a light giggle sounded in Dyon’s mind as a brilliant formation appeared before him.
The surrounding experts watched in awe as a dull grey saber was forged into existence. There were no fancy symbols or intricate patterns, just a simple saber body and handle.
Dyon arms lightly shook as he grasped the saber.
Seeing his reaction, the eyes of the surrounding experts couldn’t help but narrow. They could tell that this weapon exceeded one million jin in weight, yet it was created on a whim like this? Just what kind of genius was this Dyon Sacharro?
Of course, it was Dyon’s master who created the array. But, to keep up appearances, Dyon took the credit. After all, it wouldn’t be good for him if his enemies knew that his soul was sealed.
However, what shocked them even more was the fact Dyon didn’t seem to be familiar with a saber at all.
“Interesting.” The saber swept across, blatantly displaying Dyon’s lack of skill with it. “I’ll show you the difference between you and I.”
Sokzac immediately understood what Dyon meant and it nearly sent him into another rage. Dyon had never used a saber before, yet he chose it simply because Sokzac did. On top of that, he created the weapon on his own! If Dyon really won this, it would be clear who among them was better.
The worst part was that Sokzac no longer had the excuse that he was suppressed while Dyon wasn’t because who didn’t know that Dyon was the key wielder of the Celestial Deer Quadrant? If he was born in Soul Rend Quadrant, he would have been kidnapped as a child and sold at the highest price in soul market!
‘[Saber Tiger Three Stances].’ Dyon’s master’s voice sounded in his mind.
Dyon’s teasing expression disappeared, replaced by the utmost seriousness. No matter what he said, he took Sokzac very seriously as an opponent.
Although Sokzac wasn’t a Peak First Grade Celestial who had filled all 108 meridians, he had filled 102, making him a genuine first grade celestial and the very first Dyon had faced personally. There were only a few dozen geniuses in the entirety of the 100 quadrants that could match him.
Secondly, there was his lightning. Having fought Thor personally, Dyon could tell that there was something sinister and difference about the Fulgur Clan’s lightning. It had a dangerous devouring characteristic that made Dyon uneasy.
This didn’t even mention the fact that devil cultivators innately had stronger bodies even without being true body cultivators.
Dyon’s master previously explained that geniuses essentially redo the foundation and meridian formation stages whenever they upgrade to a higher ranked energy. Devil cultivators were no different.
However, whereas conventional energies tempered the body poorly in comparison to true body cultivation, devil qi was far better at this.
Meaning, while Elder Bowa was barely a ninth-grade body cultivator, Sokzac was more comparable to a fifth or fourth grade body cultivator. It had to be remembered that even Dyon could only use his body to the effectiveness of a fourth-grade expert!
To make matters worse, Sokzac had his energy on top of this, not to mention his wills.
Even though devil cultivators had weaker comprehension, Sokzac was still a genius who had lived for longer than Asyna.
Dyon had no choice but to take him seriously because he knew this opponent was far more powerful than he was.
Sokzac no longer spoke. He had never been so thoroughly humiliated and angered in his entire life. Even when his father forced him to marry into another family, completely sullying his reputation as a man. Even when he listened to those Nightmare Palace bastards snicker behind his back. Even when he was rebuffed by a woman who was supposed to be his fiancée time and time again. Never had he been so angered as he was today.
His eyes were as black as ink, flickering with dangerous arcs of lightning. His saber was brandished, almost hovering out of his hand as though he couldn’t feel its weight at all. His long black hair danced in the wind, giving him a handsome and refined appearance.
Sokzac’s robes, however, were a pristine white, devoid of any fancy embroidery. Maybe if his battle intent was soaring to such heights, one might have mistaken him for a scholar.
In that moment, Sokzac seemed to fuse with his saber, indiscriminately radiating outward with sharp saber qi infused with such killing intent that those observing immediately flew even further back, giving the two of them more than five kilometers of space to their own.
‘4th stage saber intent.’ Dyon’s eyes narrowed. In truth, this sort of comprehension could be considered weak among the best geniuses. A celestial with a mere 4th stage intent would be laughed out of any establishment he or she stepped his foot in. However, for someone who practiced in devil qi, this was ridiculously impressive… No less impressive than mastering a 7th stage intent while still being a saint…