In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park

Well, now the crowd was on fire, a majority confident in Cardillia's victory. The air buzzed with anticipation, all eyes focused on the 2 Fighters heading towards the ring. The Bihn Owo guy was slightly chubby, and though good looking… they felt there was nothing too remarkable about him. Perhaps the only weird thing about him was the strange attire he wore. In contrast, Cardillia's presence was so eye-catching and imposing that it made it hard for anyone to not pay attention to her. It also gave bonus points to know that she was a beauty with a reputation that far preceded her. As for Bihn Owo, who was he to compare? —And again… that uniform… They had to admit that it looked cool. Bihn Owo had worn a uniform that was a blend of the Profound Sect's flowy robes, and the Asgardian attire that blared majestically underneath the sun. To top it off, he had a hammer rested by his side, its weight natural to him as breathing. Sure, it was no Mjolnir, but it will do. Many peered into his weapon, finding nothing remarkable about it either. "This guy is a joke. That hammer is, at most, a low grade 1 hammer." "What? He dares to use such rubbish when fighting against the Shadow Goddess?" "Pfft. He's dead. I can see it now. And here I thought these Profound Sect bastards were all that. Now, I know they're NOTHING!" "He's really a fool then. This will be the end of the road for this Profound Sect Bastard." . . Cardillia's high-light green robes flattered in the wind as she exuded a dangerous aura. She carried a thorny whip, licking its thrown like a maddened psycho. Yet, there was a seductive charm to her actions, making many men in the arena blush. 'What a cunning hypnotic little fox.' Many thought, controlling the emotions Cardillia brought out in them. Staring Bihn Owo's way, she smirked playfully. "If I were you, I'd surrender now, rather than disgrace yourself before your beloved sect and everyone here." "Well, right back at ya, Old lady." Bihn Owo replied with an innocent smile. "Old?" Cardillia was taken aback. Although she didn't react much, what woman likes to be called old? Looking at his age, she was just 41 years older than him. In their world of cultivation where many live for hundreds and thousands of years… how is she considered old? Huh. "I see, you're trying to rattle me up, but it wont work." Cardillia sneered. She and Bihn Owo were in the 6th Cultivation Realm. However, he was at the mid-stage, while she was in the Late-stage. "I was thinking that since I'm one-step higher than you, I'd go easy on you a bit. But now…" Cardillia sprinted forth with a menacing light, shorting the distance between the two. 'Little bastard. You dare to call me old? Now I'll let you feel my wrath.' Gripping her sword, Cardillia twisted her body, her Twisting her body, her movements causing a whirlpool of slashes. "One Hundred Cuts!!" In the air, a hundred curved wind daggers scattered from the whirlwind, slicing and dicing in all directions towards Bihn Owo. "That's it… He's gone… It's over for him." Many leaned forward without knowing it, blooming smiles flooring their faces. Everything was going so perfectly, that it was until the attacks were inches away from their prey. To the untrained eye, it seemed that Bihn Owo vanished and reappeared mid-air. But those who saw it clearly, were so shocked they had to stand to make sure. "NO! Impossible! How can one summon Lightning without a medium?" Treak-Treak~ Lightning sizzled at the corners of Bihn Owo's eyes, as well as his hands. Even the Emperor's dropped their jaws when recalling how lightning had come first from him before channeling to his hammer. Then, he swung his hammer severally, using it to propel himself higher. And now, floating above Cardillia's whirlwind Tornado, all Bihn Own could do was smile. "Alright Old Lady, you've had your fun. Now… It's my turn!" Ancestor Myu and many others from the Profound Sect and those in Wenji Park, now smiled brightly. It seems it was time to show the world just how Fucking Great it was to be a member of Wenji Entertainment Park. NO! Cardellia felt a little panicked, shooting more and more malicious attacks. Yet, Bihn Owo moved calmly, every time successfully avoiding her attacks with no margin of error. 'Impossible! Impossible! Didn't Master say he was one of the weakest?' Dammit! She flickered several more curved wind blades, unable to regain her tempo. This was no longer FUNNY! The crowd seemed to sense her frustrations, some even giving her cheers of encouragement. "Goddess, it's all trickery!" "We believe in you, Goddess!" "No matter what, it's a Tah Province Trash. Goddess, you are and will forever be superior!" "You can do it, Goddess!" "Slay the villain and make us Proud!" The crowd cheered fiercely, making Cardellia feel a Heavenly Grace that gave her unimaginable strength. 'Yes… I, Cardillia, is a true genius born in Yanging. I cannot fall to the temptation of losing.' With a new calmer mind, Cardellia found hidden strength that made her confident in her victory. ROAR! Something broke within her, and right before everyone's eyes, she broke through to the 7TH REALM! Crazy! Crazy! Their Goddess Cardillia was just too amazing. Everyone from Yanging and Bailong smiled. A majority from the Tah Province also smiled. Sect Master Sydan and the sect elders of the Heaven Bearing Sect, smiled so much their cheeks began to hurt. "Congratulations, Elder Rashter, for your disciple's progress." Elder Rashter, waved his hands nonchalantly, his satisfaction obvious for all to see. "Hey now… it's all for the betterment of the sect. What can I say? Now this Profound Sect bastard, will know the true meaning of—" BANG! Before Elder Rashter could finish, he saw his disciple curled on the ground, weeping in tears. "_" [Rashter] "_" [Everyone else] "Pfft." [Profound sect members] …Bahahahahahhahahahahhaha~