Dust flew everywhere as the sound reverberated throughout the entire arena. People gasped when they saw the bald man attack his already down opponent.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" the host shouted and flew to where the bald man was. The different elders nearby ran upfront as well.
Even the important elders from the audience had come down. One of the elders blew away the dust and was finally getting to witness the scene in front of them.
Ahead, was the blue-robed man on the ground with his entire face bleeding. The red-robed man was right next to him, however, the club had never reached his target.
In between the two was Ning who had managed to casually catch the club mid-swing. He looked to the shocked red-robed man and said, "Don't attack a man who is already defeated."
Ning then pulled away from the club and threw it behind him in front of the shocked disciple.
The elders ran up and started scolding the red-robed man who still wasn't out of his shock. The strongest attack of his was blocked just like that by the person in front of him.
He looked very young to his eyes, but the strength was not what he was expecting.
"Are you… okay, doctor Ning?" one of the elders asked.
"Ah yes, I am fine," Ning said and started treating the disciple in front of him. His nose was broken from the punch and Ning thus needed to immediately stop the bleeding before proceeding to fix it.
He used a bunch of materials to up medicine to stop the bleeding and then bandaged the nose. The disciple was unconscious, so he asked someone to take him to the clinic.
Ning then stood up and marched straight towards the bald man with a serious face. The bald man was a little scared seeing Ning walk directly to him.
The elders also got a little apprehensive.
"Brother Ning, I am sorry. That was my fault. I thought the competition was over after the final punch and got careless. Please let go of this disciple's mistake," the host said.
Ning made a weird face but didn't stop. The other red-robed elder tried to stop Ning but Ning was already in front of the disciple.
He immediately grabbed the disciple's shoulder and tore off his robes. The elder tried to stop him, but then realized what he was doing.
"You are bleeding quite bad. Sit down," Ning said. He was trying to treat the disciple. The other elders took a sigh of relief and laughed at themselves for thinking Ning was petty enough to attack a disciple.
Ning quickly made a paste and applied it both to the shoulders and the man's face and told him it was going to be ok.
Once the disciple walked away, Ning turned around, only to find a buff man with short hair right in front of him.
"I apologize for my disciple's misbehavior, doctor," the man said. Ning recognized the man.
"That was just a young man being impulsive. You have nothing to apologize for, sect leader," Ning said. The man in front of him was the sect leader of the Red Tiger sect, named Gion.
"Doctor Ning, are you alright?" Preso walked up to him.
"Ah yes, elder Preso. I am fine," he said.
"Haha, of course, you would be. You are Anya's master. It would be weird if you actually got hurt," Preso said.
"Hm… Anya's master? What does that mean, the third Elder?" Gion asked.
"Ah, sect leader. Doctor Ning was the one that taught Anya to cultivate and got her to how strong she was," Preso said.
"Oh, that is surprising," Gion said.
Yelca, the sect leader of the Blue Dragon sect walked forward and asked, "Are you truly okay, Doctor Ning?"
Ning nodded and said, "Yes."
"But, your hand? Is it not hurt by the attack?" the sect leader asked curiously. Any normal person would be quite injured if they had to stop such a strong attack with their bare hands.
"See, I'm fine," Ning said while showing his hands.
"Woah. You are very strong, Doctor Ning. To think you are so strong while being a doctor. Not to mention you are only 22 years old right now," one of the elders said from the side.
Suddenly, all the major elder's eyes went wide in the crowd.
"Doctor Ning, you are only 22 years old right now?" Yelca asked.
"Yes. I haven't kept track of my age for a while, but I should be less than 23 years right now," Ning said.
Yelca looked towards Gion and gave a knowing look. Gion too gave a knowing look and nodded, as if to confirm the other person's idea.
The elders looked at them weirdly, while the higher-status ones seemed to realize what was up.
"Doctor Ning," Yelca said. "Would you mind joining the sect as a disciple?" he asked.
"Huh?" Ning was surprised. 'What brought this along?' he wondered.
"I… don't think I will stick around this island long enough to want to stay as a disciple of the sect," Ning said.
"Aw, that sucks," Gion said. "When do you plan on leaving?" he asked.
"Umm… in around 6 months," Ning said.
The two sect leaders whose eyes were downtrodden suddenly seemed to be revitalized. "In 6 months? That's perfect," Gion said.
Ning was surprised.
"Doctor Ning, the thing is, we want you to join the sect so that we can have you take part in the competition. You are so young and so strong. You will be a major asset to the island if you were to take part in the Triennial Tournament in 5 months," Yelca said.
"I… " Ning started thinking. He was only going to be there for half a year, so it wouldn't be a bad idea to join.
"Okay," He said with determination.
The sect leader and elder smiled and welcome Ning.. As such, Ning was now a disciple of the Blue Dragon sect just so he could take part in the Triennial Tournament.
