Chapter 2060 Battle For Inheritance
Even though the red demonic mouse suspended in the air was only in the form of a shadow instead of
its real one, the aura it was exuding still revealed its entire magnificence and regality. As a matter of
fact, its eyes contained great ambitions and variousws of the world that appeared and disappeared
over time.
However, an aura of gloom and cruelty enveloped the tomb.
As the red demonic mouse hovered, endless ring thunder and lightning struck down as if it was a
strong st of waterfall surrounded the body of the mouse, making it look like a deity.
"Yes…"
The demonic mouse then heaved a very deep sigh.
The sigh felt heavy as it contained countless ofplex emotions, including memories especially of
sadness and loss.
"If I am not mistaken, you people havee to get the inheritance of our great red demonic mouse.
Correct me if I am wrong,"
the demonic mouse in the sky finally spoke in a slow tone.
The voice felt like it had passed through endless years from the distant savage era as it reached
everyone''s ears.
"Oh, my God! What happened, sir? What''s going on? Are you still alive?"
a disciple asked in horror, scared and almost petrified.
The demonic mouse chuckled once, finding the thought of being alivepletely ridiculous. "Alive..."
As the question passed through its mind, unpleasant memories popped up and stirred. For a while, the
red demonic mouse stared into the distance in silence for a short while. Even then, the red demonic
mouse did not get angry.
As the reminiscing had passed and the red demonic mouse was brought back to reality, its shadow
spoke once more in majestic voice.
"It has been such a long time since our race of the red demonic mouse has started to decline and more
so in the present. Even all those time passed, it is still difficult for me to believe that our bloodline has
be so thin now.
Still, I began to ept that our entire race have lost the ability and initiative to advance in cultivation,
and that there is no longer a descendant from our race worthy of inheriting my martial skills.
Therefore, in this case, I am willing to teach and pass my skills down to the elite disciples of other
races.
However, since life has taught us how one deserve what he or she can offer, there is one condition for
you to obtain my skills.
Before you can get it, you need to defeat the avatar that I have left."
Everyone in the tform exchanged surprised and excited looks, feeling very happy to hear that they
could have the chance to obtain such skills.
Then again, it also meant that those on the this tform had the equal opportunities to inherit such
skills as long as he or she could satisfy the red demonic mouse''s condition.
Floating high up in the air, the demonic mouse waved its w in one swift motion.
Bang! Streaks of light shed in the void beside the tomb and quickly began to tangle and intertwine.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org.
Not a minute long, a battle ring formed byw power appeared in front of everyone''s eyes. The crowd
reacted in awe.
Whoosh!
As the battle ringpletely formed and stood, another red light beamed.
A thin young man appeared and stood on the center of the battle ring as soon as the light faded down.
Judging by his stance, the man was confident and full of pride with his eyes shining in the distance.
The shadow of the demonic mouse hovered closer to the ring and pointed at the young man.
"Standing before you all was me when I was young.
The rule is simple. Any one of you who can defeat the younger version of myself will be qualified to
obtain my inheritance,"
the red demonic mouse said slowly. ''His young self?'' They all though and looked at each other in
confusion.
As they stared at the young man in red, standing with pride inside the battle ring, everyone could not
help but feel shocked.
Back in the ancient times, the red demonic mouse was one of the ten ancient chaotic creatures. Their
real strength were extremely powerful to the point where they could shake the earth.
However, the power of the red demonic mouse standing inside the ring might not be as strong for it was
still young, even younger than most of them on the tform.
Some gained confidence at the thought of this. After all, all the disciples from the four schools were all
outstanding among the younger generation of the Divine Continent, more so for the twenty seeded
disciples.
What''s more, before entering the four major schools, every single one of them was outstanding in their
previous sect.
Growing up in an environment where they were looked upon and respected, it was no doubt that they
were all filled with arrogance and high ambitions.
As a result, almost every disciple on the tform began to feel restless and a little eager to move and
take action.
Even the followers of some of the disciples started to boost themselves up. After all, few of them who
joined the four major schools were really willing to serve others. They all hoped that one day, they
could be full disciples, or better, even stand out and be real masters of their generation.
Even though every single one of them was unique in their own way, they all found themon ground
of having the same dream.
Without hesitation, someone among the crowd shouted, "I will give it a try, sir!"
Everyone immediately turned to look at the direction of the voice. As soon as they realized the person
who volunteered to go first was a follower, their eyes went wide in surprise, most especially the
particr disciple, who was his master.
"Morton, it''s you!"
The disciple said, feeling shocked, anger, and a little bit betrayed.
"Master, please, let me have a try,"
Morton said with pleading eyes.
Before the disciple could reply, the red demonic mouse said majestically in the air, "Everyone are given
equal opportunities. Therefore, you can try if you want without having to seek permission from anyone,
even if you are just a follower."
All of a sudden, a red light quickly fell from the sky and enveloped Morton. The power of the red light
made him float in the air and instantly transmitted him into the battle ring.
In the blink of an eye, Morton found himself standing on the ring. He was stunned for a short while and
froze in ce before he regained himself.
As Morton stood before the young man, he respectfully bowed before him and said, "Sir, please forgive
my rudeness."
After all, the man standing before him was one of the ten ancient chaotic creatures. Even a powerful
great master at the Immortal Transforming Realm was obliged to be respectful to their kind.
Therefore, as just a follower of a disciple of one of the four schools, Morton put himself into his ce.
However, the young man stayed cold and indifferent. He nced at Morton without any reaction at all.
Although the young man kept his eyes on Morton, his gaze still felt like he was a dragon soaring high
up in the sky, without bothering ncing at the bug on the ground.
Well, it was no doubt that with his identity, there was absolutely no one, not one, in the whole Divine
Continent, who could be called revered in front of him.
Seeing that the young man had no reaction, Morton gritted his teeth and said once more but was now
filled with conviction, "Sir, please forgive me!"
Bang!
As soon as he shouted those words, a fierce vital energy force pressure immediately burst out from
Morton''s body.
Roar!
His entire right arm began to shine and sh with brilliant yellow light as a sharp tiger was revealed with
a loud roar.
Not a minute longer, a huge fierce tiger sprang out from his right arm, roaring and swinging around,
shaking the whole space.
Seeing his first choice of attack could tell on that Morton''s fighting capacity was not as weak as
everyone had thought.
Contrarily, he was even stronger than most of the regr disciples in the four major schools despite his
status as a follower.
Then again, the recruitment and selection of the four major schools did not only consider their current
fighting capacity.
The selection depended more importantly on the candidate''s talent, and so Morton did not get to be a
formal disciple. In the end, he still decided toe to the four major schools as a follower, hoping that
one day, he would be given the chance to be a formal disciple.
Now, the opportunity hade, and Morton knew that it was now or never. He was determined to
obtain the martial arts inheritance of the red demonic mouse, because for sure, once he had it on his
own hands, he would be a formal disciple, and his chances of bing a seeded disciple would
skyrocket.
Roar!
With another howl and an increasing sharp momentum, the tiger swiftly rushed towards the young man
in red.
However, despite the menacing look of the tiger, the young man did not flinch and just shook his head
without blinking.
Immediately after that, a faint red light appeared out from his body.
Poof!
Without even reaching the young man, the tiger beaming with yellow light exploded in an instant.
Bang!
Even Morton was swept by a huge force, and the impact sent him flying high into the air until he fell on
the tform heavily.
As Morton tried to sit, he began to cough, and stters of blood spat out of his mouth.
Everyone stared at the now pale Morton on the tform and into the battle ring.
Dead silence now filled and surrounded everyone.
The confidence and arrogance that had built inside of them was started to fade away as soon as they
saw how terrifying the young man''s fighting ability was. Everyone felt fear at the thought that Morton
was now heavily injured just by the aura of the young man standing on the center of the battle ring.
What more if the young man used more power?