Elder Xu was stunned at what Kenneth said. It was quite high praise.
Kenneth worked for the Cloud Hall and his knowledge went beyond the entirety of the Eastern Region.
He had seen the other side of the world.
Billions of people lived in the Eastern Region, and the Central Region was over ten times larger than
the Eastern Region. The five regions in total did not dominate the globe as one thought. They were but
a small corner of the main continent on the map.
The world was composed of people as many as the number of sand particles in the sea. It was almost
impossible to keep count of.
In this vast population, there were a number of geniuses. Zen had good talent and even better luck, but
it was likely that there were people more powerful than him out there.
Truth be told, Elder Xu was shocked at Zen's performance. The younger generation was better than the
last, but could he really afford Kenneth's evaluation of being the reincarnation of an immortal? What did
it mean for the world?
Watching Elder Xu at a loss for words and looking like he couldn't accept Kenneth's statement, the
latter smiled softly. "Just kidding. Elder Xu, don't take it so seriously."
"..." Elder Xu was more than a hundred years old. Hearing the leader make such a joke out of the blue,
he remained petrified for a while, not knowing how to react.
"But Zen is truly special. No big shots were from his family in the past. It could be that his background
and bloodline is ordinary, but in this generation, two heavyweights have been discovered already, Yan,
who has a peculiar body constitution, and then Zen, who has incredible strength. They appeared
successively. Don't you think that's a strange coincidence?" Kenneth asked him.
Elder Xu shook his head. "Yes, it's a perplexing coincidence. But I don't find it too strange."
Kenneth looked at the competition field and watched Zen's Streamer Sword reflecting the sunlight, with
specks of gold glinting as the weapon flexed. He said, "In fact, I don't find it strange either. I just feel
that heaven makes surprising arrangements. It must be fate. Zen could be the dragon hiding in deep
waters, but that wouldn't stop me from pushing him ahead. His current performance is exemplary. If he
gets achievements in the Cloud Hall someday, it would benefit me."
To enter any sect in this wide world was not easy, but the Cloud Hall would welcome a genius. After all,
if a sect wanted to develop and get stronger, they must discover and cultivate these unmatched talents
cyclically.
If Zen made massive achievements in the future, Kenneth would stand to gain a lot from Cloud Hall.
Elder Xu nodded silently. As a subordinate, he could not speak up and interfere in the leader's
arrangements. Kenneth seldom showed up. The fact that he was willing to talk to Elder Xu for so long
and that he opened up to his subordinate was enough.
On the competition field, Rocher remained silent. He needed time to digest the shock Zen had brought
on.
After a while, he said, "I started learning swordsmanship when I was six years old, and then
comprehended a small part of the sword intent at the age of ten. When I was thirteen, I grasped the
sword intent. And then I entered the consummation of nature level at sixteen. Even the ones who have
reached the early stage of the Illuminating Soul Realm do not qualify to be my opponents. In the
Eastern Region, few people are worthy of my admiration. Patrick was the first to deserve it. Zen, you
are the second. But make no mistake, I will use all my strength in this round. I will leave no stone
unturned."
Zen nodded. "Start the fight."
The two geniuses didn't need to partake in offensive speech in this battle. They had real strength, and
they were solid and firm like massive rocks. They knew that neither of them could get a rise out of the
other through loose talk. Furthermore, a swordsman took a path of justice. What they learnt from each
other through their swordsmanship would be invaluable. They wouldn't get so far with throwaway
words.
Buzz!
Rocher inched his Blood-corroding Sword closer to himself and the weapon seemed to hiss. Shifting
his feet, he began the strange Sword Step.
Watching Rocher, Zen couldn't hide the admiration in his eyes. If he was honest, Rocher
comprehended the sword more deeply than him.
Zen hadn't been cultivating the sword for long. He might have comprehended the sword intent and
even caught up to Rocher in this skill, but he couldn't blend himself with his sword like Rocher. The
latter was a natural at this.
Rocher's Sword Step grew faster and faster, sword energy cyclones manifesting under his feet
continuously.
"I will begin as well!"
Zen too moved his feet to the rhythms of the Sword Step.
Although Zen carried out his Sword Step according to Rocher's, there was a slight difference between
the two.
Rocher's Sword Step was smooth in effect. Seen carefully, each step was calculated and equal in
length to the three-foot long cutting edge of his Blood-corroding Sword. His Sword Step appeared soft
but hid the killing intent cleverly. Once the edge was exposed, the killing intent would make itself known
too.
On the other hand, Zen's Sword Step looked random, yet natural. His steps were not as soft as
Rocher's, but appeared more potent in power.
The two stepped forward, setting a tempo with their feet as they faced each other on the competition
field, looking for loopholes and mistakes in the opponent's moves.
But since they had cultivated to this level, they knew how to hold on to their nerves. They wouldn't
make mistakes easily.
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