Immortal

6. Aura of a Master

Lachlan, ​​who stepped onto the platform at the last moment, shocked everyone and attracted the attention of martial arts masters all over the world.

At this moment, all the previous geniuses looked inferior to Lachlan. This naturally included Liutrad, a son of a distinguished family. After being in the limelight, he did not have time to be happy for long before he was eclipsed and no one commented on him anymore.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, this kid must be cheating!" Liutrad couldn't hold back any longer, and was the first to jump out and question, staring at Lachlan fiercely.

He was the real genius, and it was hard for him to accept that a country boy had overtaken him and robbed him of the spotlight. It would have been better if it was someone else, but it was Lachlan who he happened to meet on the road, laughed at, and ignored. He couldn't believe it and was a little angry.

"Yes, this is impossible, he must be cheating!"

"Yes, how could he brake through to the Innate realm at the age of fifteen?"

"Could it be that this kid started practicing in the womb? It simply impossible!"

As soon as Liutrad finished speaking, many people echoed his concerns, and some people even said more and more harsh words, but no one expected that what the last man said to be right. 

In this life, with the help of the Treasure Book, Lachlan really began to absorb innate energy in his mother's womb. Lachlan naturally would not tell these secrets. He remained calm under people's pointing fingers at him and ignored their doubting looks.

"Lachlan, ​​fifteen years old, first level of innate realm." Hachar's voice from the Divine Fire school sounded, and the final word was given.

Although he was a little bit doubtful, the crystal ball would never release fake results. This was a treasure brought out from the Immortal Gate, and it was honest to the core. The facts were in front of him and he had to believe it. No matter how surprised he was, he could only register Lachlan's power level.

Lachlan said nothing, turned around and walked towards a remote corner under the gaze of others, away from the trouble, but before he went far, a big man suddenly rushed out and blocked his way. 

This guy was burly, with a big blade hanging from his waist. He was none other than Hildegard , a disciple of Supreme Infinity School, who was so arrogant in front of the Enlightenment Rock and defeated Lindley, a disciple of the Willow Leaf School, with the Infinity Seventeen Strikes.

"Boy, draw your blade, let's compete to cheer up the masters of the world, and let me, Hildegard , see your skills." The tall and burly Hildegard  smiled fiercely, staring at Lachlan like an eagle catching a chick, full of murderous intent. 

People quickly retreated to make way for an open space to watch the excitement.

The grandmasters of the four hidden immortal schools had not left yet, and they looked at him from a distance but did not make a move to stop him.

"This blade of mine is not for fighting. I'm not interested." Lachlan refused and took a detour. Looking at the fierce and tall Hildegard , and then at the playboy Liutrad, he understood what was going on without thinking too much.

"Hehe, you have the guts to sign up for the trial, but you don't have the guts to compete on the spot. Boy, could it be that it's not about interest, but that you are just feeling guilty?" Liutrad's harsh voice sounded. He had disliked Lachlan when he met him on the way, and now it was a good time to settle old grudges and vent his anger. 

As the second young master of the marquis of the north of Samoria, Mancius Mansion, no one dared not give him some face. With just a few words, he bewitched Hildegard to come down and attack Lachlan in public.

In the human world, Supreme Infinity School was not considered a big academy, but a few decades ago, it produced an extraordinary genius, Haldor, who was known as the world's number one martial arts master and was now the leader of the martial arts alliance.

With his own efforts, Haldor developed Supreme Infinity School into a large school in just a few decades. It had a large number of people and a powerful momentum. It was now known as the number one school in the human world, surpassing all other schools except the advanced four hidden immortal sects. 

Hildegard, who launched the attack, was an outstanding young genius from the Supreme Infinity School and Haldor's last disciple. He was a master of supreme infinity swordsmanship.

"You don't need to be afraid, kid. What about if I gave you a chance to make three moves?" Hildegard smiled broadly, full of confidence in his own skills. Even with only one hand, he was confident that he could twist Lachlan's head off.

"Ah..., brother, do we really need to compete?" Lachlan sighed faintly and said calmly: "The trial is about to begin. As you know, blades have no eyes. It would be bad if you get hurt."

"Hahaha, don't worry about that, I won't use heavy hands against you. At most, I'll chop off an arm or a thigh or something. Don't be afraid, kid. Come on, come on, I'll give you the opportunity to make three moves!" Hildegard sounded imposing as he blocked Lachlan's way with a loud laugh. He looked ready to show his skills in front of all the martial arts masters in the world.

Suddenly, a silver light cut through the cold and howling snow.

Hildegard's laughter stopped abruptly and a look of horror appeared on his face. His eyes were wide open, full of disbelief and deep fear.

Lachlan, ​​who had been patient, took action. In an instant, the blade was in front of Hildegard , only an inch away from his forehead. 

At this time, the sharp sound of the blade being drawn sounded in people's ears. 

For Hildegard, the sound of the wind, the screams and noises of the people, all disappeared. The only thing he could see was Lachlan's sword.

The only way to defeat martial artists in this world was to be faster!

The young Lachlan looked thin, but once he started to move, his speed was beyond everyone's imagination.

Hildegard hastily dodged the terrifying sword light with a lazy donkey roll. His level of agility was indeed worth comending as an outstanding disciple of the Supreme Infinity School. 

However, just as he evaded the blade with a carp jump, he didn't have time to see where Lachlan was. With a whooshing sound, the cold sword light was in front of him again. He dodged it with another evading skill, but before his feet could stand firmly, his neck felt the coldness of the blade being pressed up against it.

A hatchet could not only be used to chop wood, but also to kill.

Lachlan's face was calm, and he held the hatchet that was originally stuck in his back with both hands. It was this hatchet that attracted countless doubts, contempt and disdainful looks along the way, which made Hildegard  tremble with fear and almost lose his soul.

This guy was not just a country boy, he was clearly a great master, maybe even a monster.

Hildegard  was trembling in his heart and dared not move. He had a premonition that if he dared to struggle and resist, Lachlan would kill him without hesitation.

Before, he couldn't help laughing when he saw the hatchet on Lachlan's back, but now he couldn't laugh. His every move seemed to be within Lachlan's expectations. He just couldn't escape his pursuit no matter what. 

This feeling was like when he was a child and just joined Supreme Infinity School, his master Haldor taught him to practice swordsmanship. His footwork, body movements, and every move were all taught by his master. He couldn't beat him and couldn't hide even if he wanted to.

This feeling made him despair, and had the notion that he couldn't compete at all, and he lost all their fighting spirit.

Hildegard  was terrified. In Lachlan's seemingly calm eyes, he saw an indescribable murderous aura. This murderous aura was even more terrifying than the murderous aura of the monsters and peerless masters he had seen before. It frightened him and made his legs weak.

Hildegard, who was so arrogant among his peers, trembled under Lachlan energy.

Lachlan, ​​who looked young and vulnerable, did not appeared to be a first-level innate warrior at all. Instead, he resembled a great master who had practiced for hundreds or even thousands of years.

"Three moves." Lachlan said calmly, without even looking at Hildegard, whose limbs were weak and whose will had collapsed, he drew his sword, turned around and walked away, and put the hatchet back on his back.