Rise Of Destruction - Chapter 13

Sitting on the red carpet, Amon looked at the many disciples that sat close to him. In the centre of the hall, an old man dressed in the sect’s uniform sat with closed eyes.

After everyone was finally seated in positions they chose themselves the man opened his eyes. “Those at the late initial stage sit at the front. Those at the middle initial stage sit behind those at the late and those at the early initial stage sit behind the middle initial stage disciples.” after saying that the elder closed his eyes again.

For a moment chaos arose as everyone moved towards the middle, back and some at the front of the hall. Amon was someone from the small number of people that headed towards the front.

After sitting at the front he looked around and saw that those that were at the front were all older than him and looked him with a hostile gaze. It wasn’t just them, a big part of the disciples were looking at him.

“Who is this brat? Does he think this is a joke?”

“Too arrogant! Probably some arrogant silly brat…”

Opening his eyes the old man looked at Amon and said “Silence! This boy is qualified to sit there. What is your name youngster?” asked the elder as he looked towards Amon.

Looking at the old man, Amon cupped his hands and replied: “My name is Amon elder.”

“Now let’s begin our first lesson. We all know that the fire element is violent and explosive…” the unknown elder from the sect continued to explain the qualities of the fire until it was time to end the class.

“My lessons always start at the same time and they are also optional. Have a nice day!” after saying that the elder closed his eyes.

Amon felt relieved because he already knew those stuff from the notes of Tony Montana, a materialising master. This information which was being provided in class was already in his head and it was even more profoundly understood. Amon had his own understanding from the concepts that Tony had left.

Walking towards the weapon training hall which Amon took his time to look around and soon arrived. It was nothing like a hall. Just a big house whose back was the big mountain itself. ‘there’s probably a hall man made into the mountain itself…’ thought Amon as he entered the yard.

“The sword is the best weapon. You should give up on archery!”

“Bahaha…Am I going to listen to you?”

Entering the yard Amon saw two groups arguing. One of the groups had archery equipment and short knives/swords while the other had only swords in different length and width.

Looking around Amon saw that there was a stand with weapons. It consisted of armours, staffs, swords, bows and others. He did not find a spear or any related weapon except the staff. Probably because they were too similar, the training could be done with a staff too.

Picking up the staff which was as two heads taller than him, Amon decided to quietly sneak in without interrupting those arguing.

He was around a meter and sixty tall but the staff was two heads above him, so when he passed by, those arguing saw only a staff bypassing them. Shifting their downwards they saw Amon trying to bypass them.

“Hey, aren’t you Amon from our previous class? You sat at the front!” pointed a blonde girl from the sword group, towards him as she didn’t look at him with a friendly expression.

‘Should I back away?…No..if I back away they will bother me more in worse ways. The strong and mostly cruel are respected and revered…if you want to make a move against me, be prepared to face the consequences.’ thought Amon in the small amount of time he could muster.

It was a funny thought. He a killer was worrying about this kind of stuff. In his previous life that would’ve been ironical and nearly impossible to happen.

“Yes, it’s me. Now if you excuse me, ” said Amon as he continued on his way.

“Where do you think you’re going? Is this how you pay respect to your seniors?” the twin girl of the blonde girl that questioned Amon asked as she put her sheathed sword in a halting move, on his chest.

“If you don’t remove your sword then I’m not gonna be polite,” said Amon as he looked around. There were now quite a bit people watching them, especially Amon who didn’t seem to care about the cold sheath pressed on his chest.

“Move my sword away? Who do you think you a…” before she could finish her speech she was already flying backwards with blood spurting out from her mouth. Amon had clawed at the sword with his [Fire Claw] and then executed [Fire Palm Blast] on the girl’s stomach area. This happened very fast as Amon executed two skills at which he had an understanding at the initial stage with one hand.

Of course, he had limited his strength when he did that. Using less energy made the skill reduce the destructive force and coupled the fact that it was the second skill that hit her, the girl wasn’t hurt very bad but she wouldn’t be able to fight him right now.

Amon released his late initial stage cultivation and the girl who identified him from her class seemed to look at him with fear.

“What the…Hey, how is he at this level?”

“He harmed Nessa?!? She’s a bit far away from getting the sword prodigy title!”

“It was a sneak attack, nothing to be proud about!”

“Hey, how dare you injure a sect disciple!?!” asked a guy who seemed to be in his early twenties as he released his pressure too while drawing his sword.

“That’s Thomas! He is a sword prodigy himself!!!” commented the public who watched from the sides.

“Elder, can I discipline this greenhorn?” asked Thomas as he lowered his head in a certain direction.

“Youngster Amon, I saw what happened. Your actions were justified but too cruel. I will let Thomas discipline you if he has the ability that is.” the crowd made space and an old man with a sword on his back was revealed. It was him that gave permission to Thomas for the thing he was about to do.

Everyone backed a few steps in order to make space for the action which was about to take place.

“If he has the ability? I doubt so!” said Amon as he took the staff from his back and put it in his right hand, ready for battle.

“Arrogant brat! I will show you the sword arts from my Edison’s clan!” returned Thomas as he drew out his training sword and charged towards Amon.

‘clang…clang…Ha..clang’

The sounds of metal colliding and Ha screaming resounded as they began clashing. Even though Thomas liked to shout ‘Ha’ during the fight, he was actually giving Amon a hard time.