Evil Samurai In Cultivation World

Chapter 163: Only One Winner

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Two figures passed by the inner disciple division residences without even making a sound.

These two were, of course, Gaston and Barris. The two contractors were moving from the top of one residence to another within seconds. Their speed, while also being stealthy at the same time, was terrifying.

Since they both had masked their auras using the aura reduction medicine, the guards who were patrolling the area didn't take notice of them.

This enabled the two men to hide and move behind the various residential buildings, using them as covers to shield them from the view of the guards.

"Stop!" All of a sudden, Gaston raised his arm and whispered softly, stopping right behind one of the residences, and Barris, who was moving right behind him, stopped after hearing Gaston's words.

Gaston moved towards the wall of the residence with his back turned to it, and then slowly popped his head out from behind the building to look.

A few metres away, he could see two guards who were keeping an eye on the nearby area. Gaston clicked his tongue and stared at the neighbouring residence, which was about half a mile away from them. They definitely would be caught by the guards if they made a run for the residence now. In the end, Gaston decided to stay put and wait until the guards leave.

"Gaston…" Barris came up to him and whispered into his ear, which made him flinch for a second before moving away from the giant with a disgusted expression on his face. "What, you idiot?" He asked, frowning.

"When we reach thief's house?" Barris asked with an innocent expression, and Gaston slammed his palm on his forehead. "It'll take a few more minutes, you dumb f*ck!" He said with a frustrated look.

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"Barris no dumb f*ck.." It seemed that Barris wasn't exactly fine with being called names, and he simply began muttering under his breath. Of course, Gaston couldn't care less, and began focusing on his sense of smell.

It was close, he told himself. He could feel the scent of the thief getting stronger. His residence was nearby.

"We can't stop here… " He whispered under his breath. "Not now."

He tilted his head once again, and saw that the guards, who were patrolling the area that they were in, were now moving away from the spot, which would give them ample time to rush towards the next residence without getting noticed.

He raised his hands to Barris, signalling him to get ready to charge forward, as he focused his gaze on the guards who were walking away.

"Go!" He waved his hands and took off, disappearing from the spot within a split second, followed quickly by Barris, who also did the same.

"Hm?" One of the guards raised their eyebrows and turned around, but he found nothing.

"What? What's the matter?" The other guard asked, but the first guard simply shook his head in response. "Nothing. It was probably just the wind."

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"The Dancing Sword Technique!" One of the Elders who was standing next to the Headmaster whispered to themselves. They knew this technique. Unlike other normal cultivation techniques, this was a combination technique which involved the martial artist using multiple techniques at the same time to create something new. The Dancing Sword Technique was a combination of the floating footsteps technique with a normal sword technique. But Claude Rayforth was using it with the Sunrise Sword Technique, which was just infinitely more hard to combine with anything. The Sunrise sword technique was already too difficult, and adding another layer to that was simply too much for most cultivators.

But to think this young man was pulling it off… Just as the Elder stood amazed by the technique, his eyes widened even more and his jaw dropped open with surprise. "Wait, three techniques?" Along with the Sunrise sword technique and the floating footsteps technique, Claude was also utilizing the Invisible Sword Technique, which was just insane!

Even the Headmaster, who usually had an indifferent expression on his face almost all the time, was now staring at the young man with a surprised expression.

"This…" For the first time in his life, the Headmaster was now speechless. Utilizing two techniques was already difficult for a young talent such as Claude, but three techniques? That too, involving extremely difficult techniques such as the Invisible Sword Technique and the Sunrise sword technique?

In the end, the Headmaster simply let out a heavy sigh and leaned back in his chair, waiting for the two attacks to collide. "I did the right thing, giving him a second chance.."

He knew that even if he didn't win the final match, this young man would definitely shake up the martial world in the near future. He was a good investment!

Whoosh!

As Russell's red strand of light with discs approached Claude, the tornado disappeared in an instant, rapidly shrinking to the tip of his katana, before shooting off with a loud noise and a terrifying burst of air that shook the arena!

BAM!

The blast was so powerful that the entire first row had been flung backwards into the air, and landed on the ground with a loud thud. The people who were a bit farther away from the arena felt the tremendous force that burst out from the centre of the field, pushing them back a few steps before they could find their footing and ready themselves.

Even the Headmaster could feel the impact of the explosion. Of course, it didn't move him at all. But nevertheless, he was still amazed by the massive amount of spiritual energy that was being emitted from the single collision!

"What the hell? How is the energy released so much more than the collision during the match between Senior Javier Banderas and Senior Russell Davies? Isn't Claude Rayforth a bit too overpowered?"

"Ahh! Please god! Please let Senior Russell Davies win this match! I have bet all my life savings on his victory. I can't afford to lose this! I just can't!"

"What a match! I had imagined that Senior Russell Davies would wipe the floor with Claude Rayforth, but to think the match is neck and neck! Looks like this Claude Rayforth was underestimated rather than overestimated, like many believed!"

People were speculating on who had won the final bout. Some were excited. Some were anxious. Some were regretful, while others were joyful. However, almost everyone was looking forward to what the outcome of the final match was.

"Come on, junior brother Claude…" Senior Beldon stood in the spectators stand, and like everyone else, he too was anxiously waiting for the victor to walk out from the dust clouds. He was hoping for Claude to be the winner of the match, but he wasn't sure if he really did win.

"Looks like I was a bit too late," A rough and low pitched voice came from behind him, and Senior Beldon turned around to find Javier Banderas standing a few metres away from him.

"Javier." Senior Beldon nodded his head, and Javier Banderas nodded back in response, as he walked towards him, his eyes still fixed on the arena. "I wanted to witness the final match of the contest, but I was too busy with the healing process and ended up being late."

"Well, it's not over yet," Senior Beldon said as he pointed his finger at the arena. "Who do you think will win?" He turned around and asked Javier.

"Russell Davies is definitely a strong opponent. He's intelligent, powerful, thinks quickly and is highly unpredictable. He's a scary opponent to face. No junior will be a match for him."

Senior Beldon nodded his head, looking disappointed. Perhaps he was expecting Javier to say that Claude had a chance of winning? But right when Senior Beldon thought that he was done talking, Javier opened his mouth again.

"No junior will be a match for him…" Javier took a deep breath, his eyes still fixed on the arena as he continued, "... Unless that junior is Claude Rayforth."

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The sound of footsteps could be heard, and all of a sudden, everyone turned quiet. All eyes were on the arena, and from the dust clouds emerged a figure. He held a katana high up in the air, and walked victoriously, as the audience got a clear view of the victor.