Chapter 172 Chatter Of Geniuses

Zulfi's eyes glowed when he heard this, unable to stop himself from saying, "Fair Sword, when that time comes, have a good battle with me too!"

John turned his gaze to Zulfi and looked at him in amazement. "Despite the fact that my spirit is one grade higher than yours, your swordplay is no inferior to mine, and I said that in envy as you have no scar on your face." He touched his pretty face which was scarred by sword wounds.

Zulfi smiled and showed his respect.

Akkar chugged down the wine and spoke to Ezra. "Fight me as well, I want to see your power."

"We can go at it now too." Ezra chuckled.

Akkar froze a little, shaking his head as he said, "I doubt I'll be able to beat you now. You are even stronger than when you fought Carlo Aur."

Although the dwarf was a battle maniac, his senses were extremely sharp. Thus, he could tell that Ezra was on a whole other level compared to when he had fought Carlo Aur because he devoured his soul and spirit.

By the side, the princess of Elfpatria placed her hand on her chin, smiling as she looked at the prince of Bloodfang. "Ezra, I heard that there are more disciples in the Spirit Devouring Mountain than fish in the river, almost too many to count. You'd better not let yourself vanish into the crowd, making it such that I won't even hear of your name."

"So what if you do hear his name, are you going to tell others that he's the groom you chose?" Akkar chuckled.

Farrie Holaleth's eyes swirled in thought, charmingly enchanting as she boldly declared, "If his name truly does spread in the Spirit Devouring Mountain, I won't lose out if I tell others that he's a potential groom I have my eye on.



That's why you've got to work hard Ezra Zephyr." the Enchantress grinned widely.

There was a faint smirk on Ezra's face as he looked at the beautiful figure and charming face of Farrie Holaleth but then he sighed as he thought about the adventure that was about to come.

The truth was that he knew. He knew that everyone was feeling some pressure after realising the future challenges they will face.

Ezra Zephyr took out 3 scrolls and gave them to Leomord, Akkar and Farrie.

"These are Martial Arts, you will know what a Martial Art is when you read and learn it.

Farrie, your body is elastic and fragile, learn this and you will be untouchable.

Tigermen... we both were enemies at first but at the end of the day, we are both beastmen of Naran Continent. This martial art will hone your claws and one day you might tear the sky open.

Akkar of Dwarven Empire, you chose Myriad Miracle Tower. This scroll contains a martial art that is made for a person like you, from smashing skulls to bending steel, this is perfect for you."

They looked at Akash with their mouth agape and eyes wide open.

Ezra raised his cup, he was the only one drinking tea while the other cups had wine, his gaze sweeping across everyone. After a brief silence, he smiled. "Friends, who have stood beside me in battle. Although our Naran Continent is a tiny place, when we one day stand at the pinnacle of the Lower Realm's younger generation, they will know how amazing that tiny Naran Continent actually is.

Everyone, I hope to see all of you again at the peak."

Under the rays of the moon, that young, winsome face wore a calm smile as his black long coat fluttered. It was as if an inextinguishable flame burned in his scarlet eyes, a sight that would slightly move anyone's heart.

When Farrie's glittering green eyes gazed at Ezra Zephyr at that moment, she was a little surprised that the usually wild young man would have such an eye-raising attraction.

John Stark, Akkar Boldheart and Leomord Tigerian felt the blood in their bodies stir slightly before they lifted their cups and smashed them together.





"Haha, alright then, let's see how many of us will shake the Lower Realm in a few years!"

The passionate voices of these youth were filled with the carefreeness of the young.

Ezra accompolished another thing in the short amount of time, all of these were geniuses who were selected by top 7 sects. Their future was bright before as well. One was Fair Sword of Human Empire, other was youngest prince of Striped Beast Empire, the Dwarf represented the Dwarven Empire's young generation and the lady was the only princess of Elfpatria.

They would be of huge help in future if nurtured right, so Ezra gave them something special to stand taller in the crowd. He was already planning about how to unite the Empires and Kingdoms.

At the top floor on the giant boat, Orama, the beautiful woman in palace garbs and the other few envoys seemed to sweep their gazes below, before they exchanged a look and let out a soft chuckle.

"How nice to be young." said Rubab, envoy of Veiled Virgin Valley and the owner of Storm Breaking Shuttle.

The Veiled Valley is at the very end of continent, all others come along the way. So they pay hefty amount of Spiritual Stones to get on it.

Nearby, there was a sinister look in Levos' eyes as a mocking and disdainful smile rose from the corners of his mouth.

"What a bunch of foolish country bumpkins. This continent is only worth living because our 7 sects are here, let them come and see the true Chosen from other continents, you will know how laughable your promise looked today."

His eyes landed on the prince of Bloodfang Kingdom. "Don't worry foolish werewolf, after I return and report everything to the sect master, the Chosens from my Holy Law Sect will likely crush your pitiful confidence to pieces. Hehe, I really look forward to that day."

Time swiftly flowed as they travelled. On a certain day.

In one of the holding quarters of the ship, Ezra's shut eyes suddenly opened, breaking him out of his gentility. He had suddenly sensed some strange activity in the surrounding spiritual energy which seemed to be stirring violently.