Swordsman the Wanderer
Ch. 662 - Ashura City
Standing before the beautiful and enormous city gate, looking at the grand majesty before him, the city wall that reached as high as clouds, Lin Ming sighed and said, "This is an old city that has stood for hundreds of thousands of years." While looking at Zhang En and the other three disciples, explained, “This city is Ashura City.”
Lin Ming continued, "This Ashura City is governed by the number 1 most powerful leading Clan in this God World, the Chu.” Clan
After each of them paid the entrance fee, the five of them entered the city along with the presence of disciples as well as elders from various other worlds who had also come.
As they passed through the city gates, Zhang En's gaze fell on the huge statue towering in the distance. It was a statue of King Ashura with a frightening shape and aura several hundred meters high.
Lin Ming also stared at the gigantic statue, speaking, "The ancestor of the Chu Clan is Ashura of the Ancient God race."
...
The disciples who were around who happened to be waiting to register turned around to see a young man who cut the queue and headed towards Zhang En.
Zhang En looked at the Chu Clan disciples in the distance who were responsible for keeping the queue line orderly, noticing that he was acting as if he was not paying attention to the situation.
There was a young man who chose to seize Zhang En's place in the queue.
The young man looked at Zhang En as his brows furrowed, growing impatient, "Look, you'd better give your place to me right now, I'm not a patient person."
Zhang En raised his head, grinned widely at the young man and instead asked back, "Are we allowed to kill people inside Ashura City ?"
The blue-robed youth was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered. A menacing laughter rang out from his mouth, “That's right, as long as that person is not from the Chu Clan, killing them does not have a big impact, the Chu Clan will not take issue with it. Therefore, even if I kill you, the Chu Clan will not give you justice!”
Zhang En fell out wide, "I feel calm then."
While the young man was puzzled by Zhang En's reply, Zhang En's fist had floated at an invisible speed.
When the young man reacted and saw that Zhang En attacked him, he was angry, "Damn it, because you're looking for death, I.-"
Before the blue youth finished his words, his face paled in horror. He wanted to retreat to dodge, but it was too late.
Alrrr!!!
Swooosh!!!
Zhang En's fist had landed on his chest, and in the next second the young man was thrown backwards like a broken kite. Blood spurted out from his mouth and his chest cracked.
The surrounding disciples who were waiting to register were astonished by what was happening in front of them.
Zhang En then glanced at the few disciples not far from him who were also harboring ill intentions, saying, "There are others who want my place?"
The few disciples threw their faces away, avoiding Zhang En's gaze.
The Chu Clan disciple in charge of maintaining order looked at the young man lying on the ground and walked over with a deep frown on his brows.He then told some of his members to raise the young man up
The disciple of the Chu Clan returned to his original place, seemingly ignoring Zhang En's existence.
A few lines from Zhang En's place, there were two female disciples also queuing up to register. At this moment, the two of them were staring at Zhang En, discussing through a voice transmission.
"Sister, can that fellow learn some cultivation concealment techniques, deliberately disguising his cultivation?" The young lady in white dress asked in a tone of disbelief.
The other young lady who was wearing a blue dress, looked a little mature, shaking her head, "No, that young man is indeed at the late stage in the Heavenly God realm.!"
This was because the man that Zhang En had defeated just now was at the one-star Golden God realm.
The eyes of the white-clothed young lady widened in shock, The late stage “ Heavenly God Realm defeated a one-star Golden God so easily? Doesn't that mean his talent is even higher than our Senior Brother?"
The blue-clothed, mature young lady said, "In this entire vast world, countless of them, there will naturally be geniuses with greater talent than our Senior Brother."
The white-clothed young lady immediately pouted, 'Sister, the talent of the main disciple of the Chu Clan may be higher than our Senior Brother, but the others are not necessarily."
The blue-clothed young adult woman shook her head, not wanting to discuss the topic further.
He still looked at Zhang En and muttered, Even though this person's talent is very high, it's a pity that his cultivation is too low. As powerful as he is, he will not rank in the conpetition."
...
In a distant place, inside the building of one of the pavilions, the two Elders of the Chu Clan had watched Zhang En defeat the young man earlier to the point of flying with just one punch.
"The young man is not bad, his talent is almost at the same level as our Chu Clan's core disciples." One of the elders said, one of his hands stroked his beard as he looked at Zhang En with interest.
The Chu clan had many disciples, and these disciples had to go through several assessments before they could obtain the status of core disciples. Each one of them is a genius.
Therefore, the judgment he gave Zhang En was a confession.
Next to the Elder who just spoke, the old man at the side also smiled as he replied, “True, that's not bad, but it's not necessarily comparable to our clan's core disciples, right? He was most likely cultivating for no less than a thousand years, though,... "
The elder stroking his jaw shook his head, "In my opinion, about three to seven hundred years."
The other elder then let out a "Hmmm", adding, "Because of that, how about we bet?"
“Bet how?” The elder slightly tilted his head.
“We will both bet 100 billion. If the test proves the age of his bones does not exceed three hundred years, it is my defeat, and if it exceeds three hundred years, then I win.” Said the elder again with a laugh.
The elder who was stroking his beard hesitated. To be honest, when he said that Zhang En had been cultivating for less than three hundred years or seven hundred years, it was only a guess, not something that was spoken with great confidence. After all, a 100 billion bet is not a small amount of money.