Apotheosis

Osrid's face turned pale upon hearing those words.

He had fought with Morgan three years ago but was defeated with only a single strike.

Morgan had called him a loser and kicked him into the lake.

Osrid had never been so humiliated in his life.

But he had been working hard these last three years and that motivated him to become an elite disciple.

"You'd be wise not to look down upon me. Things change. People change," Osrid said, brimming with pride in himself. He recognized this was an opportunity to redeem himself and put his shame behind him.

The smirk on Morgan's face widened. "I know you have become the elite of the Azure Mountain. But as you progress, so do I, and I do it much faster! Before me, you will always be a loser!"

Morgan waved his hand.

Six rays of icy light burst out from behind his back, circling around him at high speed.

He stamped his feet down, sinking the huge drum he stood on in the water as he rushed towards Osrid.

The look in Osrid's eyes intensified when he faced Morgan's attack. A purple sword showed up in his hand.

As a member of the Su Clan, he owned a treasure of high grade. It was an Other Shore Treasure.

As the sword was drawn, the purple light turned into countless faint snake shadows, sweeping toward Morgan.

Everyone present stood in shock as the scene unfolded.

On the one hand, they were surprised at Osrid's progress. On the other hand, this was only the first match and it was so fierce. This was a rare occurrence at the Ripple Pavilion competition.

The purple snake shadows stretched their large mouths open to swallow Morgan whole.

But as they got close, the icy light surrounding Morgan charged at him.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh

The six icy rays shone with dazzling brilliance and slashed the fierce purple snake shadows with deft ease.

"Too weak!"

Morgan sneered. The six rays of ice radiance picked up the pace now, and like a whipping wind, struck at Osrid.

'Did the Phantom Snake Strike lose just like that?

I can't believe my eyes.

How can this be possible?' Osrid thought disheartened.

He hadn't expected his sword skill, which he had cultivated so hard and with such care, to be defeated by Morgan with a single stri

Zen wins and he doesn't challenge the Xu Clan?" Drystan suddenly asked.

Marco, Lazlo and Grayson stopped dead on hearing this. They hadn't quite considered that.

It was the rule of the Ripple Pavilion competition that only the winner could challenge others.

"Don't worry! It's the head of the Su Clan who issues a challenge. We'll force him to challenge us," Marco said snickering with schemes filling his mind.

Morgan stood on the huge drum, looking at Zen and feeling very proud of himself. "You are not a member of the Su clan, are you?" asked Morgan.

"No," replied Zen blankly.

Morgan pointed at the bank of the Clear Lake and continued, "Since you are an outsider in this, I advise you not to get involved. Just admit defeat and leave. It's not too late."

Morgan was also an elite of Vastness Mountain. The people who participated in the Seven Mountains Meeting were selected by Marco. Morgan was not one of those invited and so had never seen Zen in action.

Zen calmly pulled out his Snow Sword, and replied nonchalantly, "I have no intention to leave. I owe the Su Clan a favor. I have promised to help them and I will keep that promise."

"Then you'll definitely regret this," said Morgan, shaking his head, not taking Zen seriously at all.

In an instant the six icy rays behind him burst out and turned into little stars. Under the spread of the cold air, a thin layer of ice formed on the lake!

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Zen.