The God Virus

Then he continued, "First, I will begin with the rules! The number one rule is that no killing is allowed, and other than that, as long as the opponents can heal, everything is fine. Rule number two is regarding the conditions of defeat: If you step down from the stage, you lose! If you admit defeat, you lose! If you faint or cannot rise again to stand on your feet, you lose!"

After explaining everything in one breath, he stared at the disciples who were listening to him for a short period before uttering, "That’s all, now, those two disciples who have the number ’One’ and ’Two’ written on their piece of wood, come on stage!"

As the middle-aged man who seemed to be an elder in the sect declared that, two disciples came on stage as they began to intensely look at each other.

However, without bothering with anything else, the elder just took a quick glance at their piece of wood before announcing, "Begin!"

Then, the moment it began, the disciple on the right mumbled, "Fist Of The White Tiger!"

At the same time, he charged toward the other disciple on the left as he punched his chest.

The other disciple seemed shocked, so before he could recover and make a move, he was punched as he was sent flying to a meter away as he fell on the ground holding his chest in pain.

The other disciples who were watching the scene were surprised as they mumbled, "Oh, Ifen seems to have learned a Low Mortal Technique... who would’ve thought..."

Someone else mumbled, "Not only that, he seems to have broken through to the fourth level of the Qi Passage Opening Stage."

"Oh yeah... you’re right." The previous person confirmed.

The elder who was on stage, seeing the disciple who was hit in the chest was no longer in a condition to rise and fight back, announced, "Disciple number one wins."

As he said, he took a piece of paper from somewhere as he wrote something on it.

Disciple number one who was called Ifen by the other disciples under the stage though, after his win was declared, looked around until his eyes stopped on Virus as he smirked in disdain.

Afterward, no longer paying any attention to anyone, he came down from the stage.

That stare and smirk though was instantly spotted by Virus, but he didn’t show any kind of reaction whatsoever to it.

"Number ’Three’ and ’Four’! Come on stage at once!" The elder declared once again.

Two more disciples came on stage as they looked at each other.

"Oh my... that’s apprentice-brother Brooc, I heard he’s already in the fifth level of Qi Passage Opening Stage... and moreover, I heard he has already learned a Mid-rank Mortal Technique... his opponent on the other hand..." One of the more powerful disciples voiced, and from his tone, it was obvious there was no such thing like respect or reverence in his eyes when he looked at Brooc.

"Begin." The elder declared.

But, instantly afterward, the disciple number three voiced, "I forfeit!"

Hearing that, the person who previously revealed Brooc’s cultivation level talked again, "Well, that was expected since he’s merely at the third level of Qi Passage Opening Stage..."

After he won though, Brooc too looked in Virus’ direction for a very short moment before taking his gaze back as he walked off the stage.

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"Number ’Five’ and ’Six’... on stage!" Elder uttered.

Soon, a male and a female were standing facing one another, the female had a short sword in her hand while the male was bare-handed.

"Oh... that’s senior apprentice-sister Hadelia and senior apprentice-brother Undea..." People began to murmur seeing the two disciples standing on stage facing each other.

"Begin!" The elder declared the start of the fight after checking their number.

Then, the moment it started, Hadelia charged at Undea with her short sword as he muttered, "First form – Descent Of The Sparrow."

Then instantly, her sword hacked at her opponent’s head, but before her short sword could come near him, the opponent uttered with a rather loud voice, "Water Strain Palm".

As he said that, his two hands were raised above his head as his whole body also began to move as he gracefully began to change the direction of the sword.

Seeing this, Hadelia seemed surprised that he was able to stop her attack, but nonetheless, she attacked once more as she muttered, "Second form – Dance Of The Sparrow".

Listening to her words, the other person seemed to have gone a little pale, but nevertheless, he voiced too, "Water Strain Palm".

Then, he was able to once again change the direction of her attack, but before he could celebrate, another attack came at him from the exact opposite direction as it slashed at him and left a fresh wound from which blood began to flow out.

"Admit defeat and go tend to your wound, otherwise... you would bleed out to death." Hadelia voiced rather calmly.

Listening to her words, Undea knew she was correct, so very dispiritedly, he looked at the elder and admitted defeat.

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The contest in stage five continued like that as Virus, Bella, and the rest of the disciples watched one fight after another, but oddly, a lot of disciples were glaring at Virus from time to time as if they were saying, ’You’re dead!’

Virus though didn’t pay them the slightest of attention as he continued to watch the fight while also talking to the golden beauty now and then.

It was at this moment, when the fight on stage had just finished, that the elder announced the next number, "Number fifteen and sixteen, be on stage right now."

Hearing the elder’s voice, Virus looked at the golden beauty with a smile as he rose on his feet.

However, before he could walk on stage, his right hand was held by the golden beauty, as she voiced worriedly, "Master, are you really going to be okay? I mean how are you going to defeat them?"

Hearing this from the golden beauty, a wide grin found its way on Virus’ face as he asked back, "Who is your master?"

"Uh... you are..." She replied surprisedly, confused as to why he was suddenly asking this question all of a sudden.

"Haha, exactly." Saying that with a short laugh, he no longer uttered anything else as he went on the stage, where his opponent was already waiting for him.

Seeing it was Virus, lots of eyes were fixed upon him all of a sudden, most of which held obvious hostility in them.

Then, some people began to murmur, "Oh, it’s him... he’s doomed."

"Yeah... he’s so misfortunate..."

"Well, who told him to..."

Virus’ attention though, was currently entirely focused on his opponent, who was also obviously looking at him like he had a grudge.

"Begin!" It was at this moment that the elder announced the beginning of the match.

But, the opponent didn’t instantly attack as he asked a little surprised instead, "What’s your cultivation stage? Why don’t I feel any Qi from your body?"

Hearing the question, others also got curious about the reason as to why no one could feel any Qi from Virus’ body.

Amused by the question, Virus decided to provide his opponent with a reply, "Oh that... well, that’s because I still haven’t begun to cultivate yet."