In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park

Who am I? What am I? Where am I? Several people had dropped jaws when seeing Bihn Owo's battle. During the first rounds of the Competitions, Bihn Owo did Win against another 7 Dan cultivator while in the 6th Dan. But although it looked impressive, many secretly felt he had cheated somehow, so they didn't think too highly of his win. This was why they concluded he must be weak, using some wicked method to cheat his way into victory earlier. But now, the facts stared them right in the face, at a closer proximity from the first round of competitions… a proximity they could scrutinize without error. After today, they knew he wasn't weak as they suspected. Unwilling as they were, they knew there was nothing they could do… for now. Like so, the battles continued for the Nominal Quotas, leading to the Silver Quotas, the Golden Quotas and even the Genius ranked Quotas. One by one, the Profound Sect members went onto the stage, despite the blatant bias against them. Bho Jin went on stage with 3 swords hanging by his side. Pfft. "Only trash would need 3 swords to deal with an opponent. I heard of this 3 sword matter, but never believed it to be true." "Yeah! Yeah! Can it be that his weapons are so weak that they break easily during battle?" During the first round of the competitions, although Bho Jin did show a glimpse into his 3 sword style, he used 2 swords with his right hand and one with his left. Although what he displayed was impressive, they weren't THAT impressed. Some people felt he was stupid, while others felt he might have only brought out the 3 swords again for Backup. Many in the crowd laughed and jeered, but only those from the Profound Sect and Wenji Park smirked. Break? Fufufufufu~ You all must not know the danger you're facing when you see Bho Jin stepping out with a deep greenish black scarf wrapped around his head. Hmph! His opponent sneered disdainfully. "I admit that your comrades before you were tough. But you… not so much, if you're going to have backup swords just to fight me." "Backup?" Bho Jin slowly raised his head after putting one of the swords in his mouth. "I think you're mistaken. Who said anything about Backup?" What did he mean? His foe and many others pondered on his words, but Bho Jin didn't give them a chance to think further. Suddenly, there was a static feeling in the air, as the ground below Bho Jin's feet emitted pulsations. This… His opponent with an executioner style sword, was no longer smiling. Bang! Their blades flashed, but the opponent stumbled back, caught off guard by the sheer force of Bhi Jin's technique. Seizing the moment, Bho Jin pressed his advantage, all 3 of his swords clashing in a blur of motion. "What the hell?" Several people in the crowd stood in disbelief. How can someone fight using 3 swords at the same time? Using 2 swords, they can accept. But who has ever seen anyone fighting with a sword gripped with their teeth? And maybe it was their illusions too, but why did it look like the guy from Bailong Province was struggling too? "TRASH!" Several people from Yanging province sneered in disdain, forgetting that not long ago, many from their Yanging had also fallen victim to the Profound Sect's strength. "No, no, NO! I Don't accept this!" Perhaps because of the jeers and taunts from the crowd Bho Jin's opponent grew rampant. Their blades glinted under the sunlight, their paths weaving more and more closely in a dance of steel and fury. "It's not supposed to be like this. It's not supposed to be like this!" The more anxious the opponent grew, the Bho Jin's Three Sword Style–Santoryu, proved its worth, effortlessly switching between attacks and defense. Beautiful… Even those watching the disappointed crowd had to admit to Bho Jin's strength. 'That's it!' Bho Jin found his opponent, and dished out his final move… a move that made many in Wenji Park jumped to the skies. [Oh my Mother of Farts! He's going for it! He's going for it!] Seeing Bho Jin's pose, many watching Live couldn't help themselves. As for Bho Jin, a sly smirk slowly cloaked his face as he took position. "Three Sword Style—Santoryu: ONI GIRI!"