The Last Descendant of the Holy Sword Family

Enrolments

After parting ways with Ling Hao and the others Zen went towards the city where he had come.

The city was huge, the area of the city itself was probably equivalent to the area of the underworld.

Zen walked down the street inside the city, a while later Zen saw many people gathered.

"What's going on here?"

Zen asked one of the people in the group.

"Have you just arrived in town?"

"Yes, I just arrived a while ago. So what are you guys doing here?"

"Now being held a tournament, the prize is a divine level sword and some semi-divine martial arts."

"Huh, can everyone sign up?"

"May, it's just that you need to pay with money or with a pill. But there's an exception this time, if you can destroy the stone that's there then you can sign up without paying."

"That's it, thanks for the information."

Zen walked towards the registration spot that the man had told him about. To be honest Zen was not interested in the prize at all, what Zen wanted now was a fun pastime.

According to Zen's estimation the people who signed up were definitely martial artists and the use of mana was high. With them Zen felt it would be very nice if he also joined.

"If I smash this stone I can sign up without paying, right?"

"Yes, even if you can do it." Answer a man in charge of registration.

"That's the easy thing."

Zen touched the stone and smiled slightly.

"Black Rock is greedy."

Black Stone greed is created from various powers, ranging from magic, spiritual energy and spirits of living beings that is why this stone is called greed. Refining the stone was not something easy, if the stone was attacked using magic or spiritual energy it would only make the stone stronger.

The best option to shatter the stone was to use physical strength, but the physical strength required was equivalent to the physical strength of a king or lower level heaven warrior.

"How to attract good attention."

The test to destroy this stone itself is just a show, after all where there may be warriors of heaven or king who will go into the tunamen with the very low prize.

Although all of his powers had not returned yet, the current Zen physical strength was not much different from those of the lower heaven or king warriors.

Zen then clenched his hand and quickly hit the stone. There were not a few cracks visible on the stone, the man immediately decided that Zen had failed.

"You failed, you better pay now if you want to sign up."

"Who said I failed? Try to look more carefully."

Zen then removed his hand from the stone, instantly the stone was instantly split into many pieces.

"I graduated, didn't I?"

"I... Aye." Yeah."

The man was surprised by what he saw, this was the first time for him to see a Marquess-ranked person be able to smash the stone.

"So where's the token for me?"

"Ah, Wait a minute."

The man then immediately took out a token.

"Name?"

"Reinhard Vanes."

Zen used a pseudonym to avoid some trouble.

The man wrote that on the token. Zen who now only looks like a mana because he has hidden it. Only a truly strong person can see that Zen is a user of mana and spiritual energy.

"Take it and go to the arena."

Zen immediately took the token, it was written the number 100 in other words Zen is a participant of 100.

Zen went towards the arena, Zen to show his token and a guard instantly let in.

Zen entered where the other participants were, most of them being in the immortal gods and the level of a high-class Earl.

"From now on the tournament will begin, for those who are called please go up to the arena."

A man who may be a match supervisor calls the participants with numbers 1 through 10.

The man then told him some rules, the first of the 10 people who would escape was 2 people.

'hmm, that way the fight will be finished faster.'

The second is that participants must not go out of the line in the arena, if there is an exit then the participant will be immediately disqualified.

the third is that killing the enemy is not forbidden at all. And some other rules.

"start."

The man shouted loudly, the participants present in the arena quickly attacked each other. Those participants also emitted an enormous killing aura, fortunately those who saw this tournament were not weaklings so they would not be affected by that aura.

After a while of fighting each other finally there were 2 people, the two people were in the 5th tier immortal god.

Next is the turn of participants number 11 to 20. Of them, there were only 2 people left. It continued until finally it was Zen's turn to go up to the arena.

"start."

All the Persecans started fighting each other, Zen just stood near the line and observed their fight.

"Look at that, it seems like he's afraid of losing to the point of making him not want to do anything."

"You're right, what his rank as a Marquess is just as a display."

The audience laughed at what Zen was doing, the mockery could be heard where. But Zen did not care at all about all that, he still stood in his place quietly.

In the end, there were only 5 people left.

"Nobody cared about you before, but now it's time for you to get out of this tournament."

A man approached Zen arrogantly, the man looked at Zen as if he was humbling Zen.

"What do you really want to say?"

"You better get out of that circle now before I do."

"What if I refuse?"

"Then I'll do as I said."

The man quickly attacked Zen with his punch. Zen dodged the attack easily, Zen then kicked the man until he crashed out of the arena.

"Stupid, next time never underestimate anyone."

There were only 3 people left in the arena, out of the three of them there was no movement at all. They observed each other and looked for the most suitable target to attack.

"Huh, little trick."

those in charge of the exam can already predict that something like this will happen.

the supervisor did not allow them to observe each other any longer, he also made the circle shrink quickly.

"It's better that you guys drop each other quickly, don't mind me because I will definitely qualify for this round."