When George was young, he was a person with a calm demeanor but had a strong sense of pride in his heart. He never bowed his head and surrendered to anyone. Looking at Wilbur now, George, as the lord of the town, had set up a banquet for him, only to be rejected flatly. If it were any other cultivator who received such courtesy, they would have been deeply moved. The most important thing for a person was not to forget his or her identity and to be true to themselves no matter who they were facing. Therefore, a cultivator should always maintain a moderate stance. Wilbur was such a person. A person with a strong self-awareness would naturally be less likely to make mistakes when doing things. After returning to the City Lord's quarters, Wilbur returned to his room. After closing the door, he sat on the bed, crossed his legs, adjusted his breath, and began to heal himself. Although none of the opponents in the five battles today was strong, their attacks each had their own specialt
The gap between them has also narrowed a lot. Therefore, during the battle, the two sides were more closely matched up against each other, which made it very exciting. In the first four battles, each winner had their own specialty, but the one who used Tiger Fist in the third game was exceptionally impressive to Wilbur. This cultivator named Locke did not have a sword in his hand. He just condensed a tiger through his energy aura. By controlling the tiger, he fought with the opponent and finally brought the opponent to his knees, who subsequently surrendered. Wilbur knew that Locke's energy was very strong, and that this person was definitely capable of more than just controlling tigers. This person had been concealing his strength and seemed unwilling to showcase his full strength. Therefore, Wilbur speculated that this person must be aiming for the position of Senior Guard. There were only three spots for Senior Guard this year. However, based on previous years, three places we
"Have a taste of death, you arrogant bastard." Derek's figure turned into a blur as he rushed over and punched Wilbur in the face. Wilbur dodged sideways, and Derek stomped on the ground. The platform cracked, stopping his strength. In an instant, Derek jumped up and kicked Wilbur with a spinning kick. Wilbur suddenly leaned back, maintaining an angle of forty-five degrees between his body and the ground, and dodged Derek's kick. However, Wilbur misjudged Derek's strength and saw Derek hovering in the air. Then, he suddenly fell and hung upside down in the air and punched Wilbur in the chest. Wilbur fell heavily to the ground and sunk deep into the platform. He felt a sharp pain in his chest. In an instant, Wilbur finally understood that this guy named Derek had already mastered physical strength and martial arts and could work perfectly together with both. During the battle, Derek's opponent only thought that Derek was a cultivator who had impeccable physical strength, but
Wilbur swung the Magic Dragon Blade, and the sword aura struck Derek's body one after another, making metallic noises. Derek fought back, laughing as he said, "It's useless, your sword can't hurt me!" "Oh, really?" Wilbur's eyes glinted coldly, and then he flew back more than ten meters, holding the Magic Dragon Blade tightly in his right hand. The power of destruction was continuously transmitted from the Light Glove into the Magic Dragon Blade. Seeing this, Derek yelled and rushed toward Wilbur. "Are you done? If you are, just die already! Hahaha!" Derek believed that he was now invincible with his physical strength, and Wilbur could not hurt him at all, so he did not have the slightest fear. However, Derek did not know that this was part of Wilbur's plan. Just now, Wilbur only used two thousand years of cultivation strength to fight against Derek. It was tit for tat, making Derek think that he was weak. Because Derek's physical body was extremely well-trained, he was very
"Mister Marco?" muttered Wilbur. He frowned as he recalled the match from the day before. That guy named Marco March had been extremely vicious, and it was only fitting that he ended up being killed. He deserved it. Could it be that the March family was so unreasonable that everyone who offended Marco had to die? If that was the case, did Marco consider all the cultivators in the same arena as him the previous day having offended him? The muscular cultivator turned his head to glance at Wilbur while Wilbur was still lost in thought. They never spoke, only having met a few times, so they could be considered acquaintances. However, he pointed at Wilbur all of a sudden, and he jabbed twice. It seemed that he was sure Wilbur was among those who had offended Marco. Everyone looked toward Wilbur, and an immediate tension filled the air. They knew that Wilbur was likely to be in trouble. However, Wilbur found the situation to be ridiculous. He had never fought Marco, and his death w
However, they soon found out why. The organizer of the Guard Tournament, Bale Tier, stood in the arena after every participant made their choice. He faced everyone and said, "Everyone, I believe you've all seen the previous matches, and I'm sure you each have a question in mind. Why is it that fifty people have advanced this year, and why have only ten chosen to take on the Junior Guard position?" He paused for a moment, then continued, "Very well, I’ll answer these questions now. The answer to the first question is that Junior Guards are actually qualified to participate in the tournament from the advancement round. They are allowed to do so as long as they hold the title of Junior Guard!" After a moment's pause, he added, "This year, the March family, the leading family of Walker Town, sent thirty Junior Guards to participate. Among those thirty cultivators, twenty-five of them successfully earned their advancement, and five of those cultivators chose to retain the role of Juni
Each participant hoped to avoid strong opponents when drawing lots since everyone who had made it that far was a formidable cultivator. When Wilbur drew his lot, he encountered the cultivator who had torn his previous opponent in half. The cultivator's name was Kaden, and he had the werewolf bloodline. He was 1.8 meters tall before his transformation, and he could reach three meters in his transformed state. Kaden and Wilbur both reached their hands into the drawing tube and drew their lots. Kaden clenched his jaw and said, "Dude, you better pray that I'm not your match, or else I'll kill you." Wilbur chose to ignore the arrogant Kaden. Kaden had the bloodline of werewolves, but compared to the physically powerful Derek, Wilbur felt like Kaden was inferior to Derek. Therefore, he was not afraid. Kaden expected Wilbur to beg for mercy, but much to his surprise, Wilbur was unbothered. Wilbur only looked at the number on his stick, which made Kaden feel disrespected. He said angri
It was finally Wilbur's turn, so he let out a sigh of relief and leaped onto the arena. Kaden also jumped onto the platform at the same time. Kaden stared at Wilbur, his eyes flashing with a cold glint, and said coldly, "Wilbur, you dared to disrespect Mister March. Today will be your last." Wilbur smiled slightly and asked, "So, you want to kill me because I disrespected Mister March?" "Exactly!" exclaimed Kaden. "If I disrespect you, will you kill me too?" asked Wilbur. "Not necessarily," replied Kaden. Wilbur let out a cold snort and said, "What a loyal dog." "Hahaha!" The crowd could not help but laugh when they heard that. Kaden realized what had happened, so he glared at the onlookers, then turned his gaze back to Wilbur. He said, "You're playing word games with me, but don't get too cocky. Let's see how long you can keep this up!" Kaden suddenly tore his shirt apart after finishing his sentence, revealing his upper body. His body began to grow rapidly, and in