The Supreme God of Martial Arts

"How bold of you, you wretched beast! How dare you shthe Vasteras Holy Land! That's unacceptable.

You are really an arrogant prick, aren't you? Letteach you a lesson on how to shut your mouth!" Steward Gren broke into a rage for Austin's impoliteness and recklessness. His furious eye pierced through the young man. Suddenly, Austin heard a massive blast over his head. Looking upwards, he saw the air span tically like a massive whirlwind filled with tremendous energy seething around it. It cfrom nowhere as if the Heavenly God had sent out his punishment without notice.

A huge golden palm appeared in the middle of the whirlwind and stretched downwards at a fleeting speed. With a rumble produced by the violent air circling it, the gigantic palm dashed downwards at Austin at its full speed.

"The force of enlightening! Steward Gren is a terrible opponent, Austin! The skill he is using is the force of enlightening. It's powerful than any forces you've ever experienced before!" Austin heard the FlEmperor exclaim in his Soul Sea.

'So this is the force of enlightening?' murmured Austin to himself while staring at the bizarre display above his head in a trance.

The gigantic golden palm seemed to contain a power equal to the energy of nature. It stirred the entire competition arena and blew winds of sand and stone like hurricanes. Waves of cloud seethed as if they were boiling while the roars of the whirlwind filled everyone's ears. All spectators panicked at this terrifying scene and backed off as quickly as they could.

Austin felt a mighty pressing force from above his head, rendering him immobile. He could not even think straight as if his thoughts were imprisoned by such overwhelming energy.

"As an elderly warrior, don't you feel ashamed in bullying your junior? Hmm?" said someone suddenly in an indignant tone. Austin turned to check and saw the old man who had spoken in support of him.

His resonating voice caused visible rippling waves of air. With the help of vital energy force from the old man, the airwaves surged into the sky at lightning speed.

A mild noise resounded as the airwave hit the golden palm.

Austin glanced upward again and saw the golden palm immediately disappear into nothing under the colliding force of the airwave. The sky then becpeaceful as if nothing had happened. Not a sign of a terrible hurricane was left up there.

As a result, Steward Gren's face darkened as he looked at the old man with fury in his eyes.

"Every country has its own Martial Arts Tournament. They hold it to help each sect in the East Mainland select its desired disciples. It's funny that the Vasteras Holy Land has the absurd idea to have the champion of the tournament be a servant in your sect. This young man does not seem to be interested in such a stupid arrangement. Are you going to force that to him? You know, I have no tto talk nonsense. So, letjust make my announcement real quick--Austin is a disciple of the FlHoly Land from this moment on.

With that, I advise you to mind your own business, Steward Gren. Do not step into the affairs of our sect or bother those we care for, or I'll not be polite, lest civil, to you.

Let's go, Austin!" The old man immediately turned around as soon as he was done with his speech, leaving no chance for the Steward Gren to rebuke his words.

Austin took hold of Caroline's hand and followed the old man in his departure.

"Your disciple? That's for the better, I guess.

I'm not interested in rubbish anyway. Besides, I don't think your treasured new disciple has what it takes to be one of the best cultivators. He has no talent in martial arts.

Since you're so fond of him, I'll do you this favor and let him go with you," spoke Steward Gren in a measured tone, casting a long glance at Austin. He was fully aware that he cannot threaten the latter further under the presence of the Mad Old Man.

Yes, rubbish! Even pigs and dogs ire better than that young man. Qur Vasteras Holy Land doesn't need such useless warriors. They'll just amper the reputation of our sect if ve accept them." Content belongs 'englishHoward stared at Austin's back and supplemented those hateful statements through clenched teeth.

To everyone's surprise, Austin suddenly stopped on his tracks.

He turned around slowly and cast Howard stern glance--a look that could send chills down the latter's spine.

The vicious words from Steward Gren and Howard had ignited the furious fire in Austin's heart. After all, no one would be glad to be regarded as rubbish, especially by those filthy men.

"What do you want, rubbish? Do you think we're wrong in calling you 'rubbish'? Got a problem with it? You indeed have no talent for martial arts. You should have never practiced it because you stain the art of combat!" Howard's face was pompous and boastful as he spat those words to Austin.

"All right, Let's say I'm rubbish, as you said. I admit that I have no flair for and stain the nof martial arts.

How about you accept a challenge fromsomeone who is rubbish in your eyes? Duel withon that ring when the next tournament is held next year. Let's see who the real rubbish is." Austin seemed glumly cold as he proposed that.

His words stunned everybody at the scene. A challenge of competing with each other one year later? Austin's idea was beyond everyone's expectations that even Caroline and the Mad Old Man was surprised.

"What did you say? You're challenging me? A warrior at the preliminary stage of Semi-holy Realm is challenging a warrior at the premium stage of Emperor Realm? You really mean that?" Howard's tone was filled with mockery, evident that he was startled at the sudden proposal of Austin.

As a warrior at the premium stage of Emperor Realm, it was rather easy for him to kill hundreds of thousands of warriors at the elSemi-holy Realm. Never did he imagine that a cultivator with that cultivation base was bold enough to raise a challenge against him! "Yes! I am very much serious about it.

Do you have the guts to accept it?" Austin rallied his vital energy force to have his voice resonate loudly. Like the roar of thunder, each of his words ran through the whole arena clearly.

"Do you have the guts to accept it?" "Do you have the guts...' His last sentence mightily echoed in the arena with an imposing manner. It went on and on as if it could hover forever. Now, Austin was damn certain everybody could hear his sentiments.

"You have a great ambition, Austin. I'll support you no matter what.