Chapter 112 He Is A Genius


    "Bam!"


    Two disciples at the sixth grade of Blood Purification called forth their spiritual energy and crashed into


    each other, with one holding Ricky''s knife and the other holding Gennadi''s sword.


    Dozens of crashester, the winner had been determined


    when Gennadi''s sword broke in half. It was clear that Ricky was the winner.


    "Ricky wins, his weapon wins the challenge!" all disciples eximed.


    What this told everyone was that Ricky was much more powerful at casting than Gennadi, an inferior


    Mortal Level casting master!


    The square suddenly exploded into noise.


    Ricky was a true genius!


    No spiritual meridian, but so what? He was able to defeat such a powerful opponent like Gennadi when


    it came to casting skills!


    "The Misty South Faction will be known throughout the whole Snow Land because of Ricky!" some


    disciples eximed.


    ''''I want to join the Misty South Faction!" several female disciples said almost hysterically, utterly taken


    with Ricky.


    ...


    The Casting Faction and the Refinement Faction felt the resentment and disappointment hit them quite


    hard. As for Gennadi, his anger boiled over.


    He failed. As the top-ranked inner disciple of the Snow Sect, he was gifted in casting. How could he be


    defeated by a mere outer disciple like Ricky? This guy had an iplete spiritual meridian and on top


    of that, had only stayed in the Snow Sect for less than a year!


    He dug his fingernails into the palm of his hand, blood seeping out of the punctures.


    Gennadi could not reconcile himself with his status as a loser.


    He had to disband the Casting Faction once he failed. That was terrible.


    On top of that, he hadn''t been the true leader who dominated the Casting Faction! He was only its


    figurehead, in reality. How would he tell the real bosses that he was the reason that the faction was


    disbanded?


    "Gennadi, resign from your position as head of the Casting Faction!" Sean said to him.


    This order only deepened Gennadi''s hatred towards Ricky, who had unexpectedly turned his life upside


    down.


    "Gennadi, you failed. Now, you must keep your word as a true warrior!" Ricky said coldly as he turned


    to Gennadi.


    Now everyone else was staring at Gennadi. They clearly knew that it was impossible to disband the


    Casting Faction. Or was it?


    "Ricky, you will pay for this one day," Gennadi slowly raised his head and said maliciously, the pure


    hatred sharp in his eyes.


    "Humph! Don''t you forget that you asked for this!" Ricky responded coldly.


    "Humph! Maybe. But you want to disband the Casting Faction! You know that''s not possible!"


    "What? You''re the top-ranked inner disciple of the Snow Sect! What ever will we think if you break your


    promise in front of so many disciples?" Ricky sneered. Of course he knew it would be impossible to


    disband the Casting Faction. However, he continued taunting Gennadi. He just wanted to humiliate the


    Casting Faction.


    "From this day forward, I shall resign from my position and also depart from the faction!" Gennadi said


    loudly. Everyone murmured in astonishment, in a state of shock.


    "Now that I am no longer the head of the Casting Faction, I can''t disband it as you ask," Gennadi said,


    having found a way out.


    "Ha! At least you are not the faction leader any longer. That''s also a rather satisfying result!" Ricky


    smiled with satisfaction.


    Gennadi clenched his jaw and left, not replying anymore.


    It was a great shame that he was defeated and even lost his position. He just wanted to leave this


    wretched ce immediately.


    ...


    "Wyn, still up for the challenge?" Ricky said, looking at Wyn once Gennadi had disappeared into the


    throng of people.


    "What are your conditions?" Wyn spat coldly.


    He was now afraid to face Ricky, but there was no room for retreat. After all, he was the head of the


    Refinement Faction, as well as holding the second rank among the inner disciples.


    Backing down would be more humiliating than failing.


    So he had to ept the challenge no matter what.


    Now it was painfully ironically that they themselves had called for this so-called challenge in the first


    ce.


    "Well, since you are the head of the Refinement Faction, we shall battle within the parameters of your


    faction''s specialty- the test of bodily strength. Whoever uses the spiritual energy first, loses," Ricky


    said.


    "You arrogant fool! How dare you challenge me to a battle with only the power of your body?" Wyn said


    dismissively, as his confidence rose drastically.


    "All of you once used me of blind arrogance, just like Gennadi. Isn''t that right?" Ricky responded.


    Wyn''s smile drained from his face.


    But he couldn''t let it overpower his confidence.


    "And what are the stakes?"


    "You don''t have to disband the Refinement Faction. I don''t think you even have the power to do that. If


    you fail, you must resign from your position as head of the Refinement Faction. And if I fail, I must


    disband the Misty South Faction!" Ricky said.


    ...


    In a sh, both of them hadmenced with wrestling together in the arena. It was definitely a battle of


    bodily skills and strength.


    Bang!


    The sound of punching fists rang clear in the air.


    As the battle began, Wyn seemed to be performing more inferiorly.


    Each time Wyn suffered the wrath of Ricky''s forceful fists, he staggered back. After a while, his chest


    began to heave rapidly. It seemed that his blood was on the verge of spewing from his mouth.


    "How is this even possible? The contrast between their strength is so tantly stark!" the disciples


    eximed once more.


    When Ricky had defeated Gennadi, they had expected that Wyn stood a chance of losing too. But


    never had they anticipated that his defeat would happen so quickly.


    This was not an evenly matched battle. Wyn was no match for Ricky.


    Wyn''s body supposedly should have been the strongest among the inner disciples, even without


    factoring in spiritual energy or cultivation methods! And his power was at a much higher level than


    Ricky''s!


    How humiliating to be beat by a lower ranking warrior in public! Such a great shame!


    The day had started out with the Casting Faction and the Refinement Faction having every intention of


    humiliating Ricky and disbanding the Misty South Faction.


    But ironically, both of their leaders had suffered shameful defeats from Ricky!


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    What was even more amazing was that Ricky had defeated the Casting Faction with casting and the


    Refinement Faction with bodily power!


    He had beat them at their own game!


    Even though Ricky''s strength had kept surprising people through the months, it was only now that they


    began to have an inkling of just how fearsome his power was.


    Anyone else who called himself a genius from now on would have to live up to the standards Ricky set.


    "Bang!" Wyn fell to the ground with a grunt, so weak that he could not get up again.


    "It seems that you are not so good, the so-called head of the Refinement Faction. If we were in the


    same level of power, you would not survive a single punch from his fist!" Ricky said coldly, drawing


    back his bloody fists.


    "Ricky, don''t be too arrogant!" Wyn hissed hoarsely, still able to muster anger in his spent body.


    "If you didn''t provoke me, I would not have given you a hard time. Fulfill your word now. You must


    resign from your position," Ricky said coldly. With this, he turned his back on the defeated Wyn who


    was cowering on the ground, and strode towards the Misty South Faction without a backward nce.