Ro, No And Go!

"I don't care about this tournament," Drog said. "The only reason that I am participating, is because someone who I need to kill is participating. Call disciples with tokens numbered 394 and 212 to this arena."

All the arena surrounding disciples gasped, and the elder gulped down his saliva before nodding his head. He pulled out a transmission jade and looked at it. "Elder Yan. Please send the disciples with tokens numbered 394 and 212 to the two-hundred-third arena."

"The elder is actually listening to him," the eighth of the many arena surrounding disciples said.

"Of course he is," the first of the many arena surrounding disciples said. "Drog is the disciple of a Feng,"

The other arena surrounding disciples nodded their heads one after another in agreement.

"What is this about, elder Din," elder Yan said.

"The guest elder is involved," elder Din said and there was not another sound for around three seconds before elder Yan, said, "I understand."

Elder Din hid the transmission jade and looked at Drog. "It is done."

Drog nodded his head. Then, he rotated three-hundred-sixty degrees as he moved his eyes across all the disciples that surrounded the arena and said, "Go and watch the other fights. What happens on this arena next, is not a part of the outer sect competition and is personal."

"I want to watch!" the second of the many arena surrounding disciples shouted out.

"Me too!" the third of the many arena surrounding disciples shouted out. "I want to see you fight!"

"Yeah!" one after another arena surrounding disciples shouted out.

"That's enough!" elder Din shouted out as he looked over the disciples that surrounded the arena. "Anyone that is here after a minute will be removed from the sect."

"But elder!" the third of the many arena surrounding disciples shouted out.

"No buts!" the elder shouted out as he glared at the third of the many arena surrounding disciples.

"Very well," Drog said and all the arena surrounding disciples and elder Din looked at him. "Since you want to watch me fight so badly, then I will continue participating in this tournament."

All the arena surrounding disciples nodded their heads one after another and left one after another. The only people that remained were Drog and elder Din.

A few minutes passed and both Ro and No arrived. They walked up onto the arena and looked at elder Din.

"Why are we here, elder?" Ro said.

"Yeah," No said. "Why are we here?"

"Long time no see, Ro, No," Drog said.

Ro and No both looked at Drog. They furrowed their eyebrows, but then their eyes widened. "Drog?!" they both shouted out in unison.

Drog smiled. "That's right," he said. "It is me."

Ro and No looked at each other and they both smiled. They looked at Drog.

"So the trash returns," Ro said.

"You said it, brother," No said.

"Let's not waste any time," Drog thought. He infused his spatial Qi into his feet as he used his movement technique – white tiger god divine movement. He disappeared from Ro and No's vision, but before they could show even a faintest of reactions, Drog appeared behind them. He put his hands on Ro's head and snapped it with ease. Then, he put his hands on No's head and snapped it with ease as well. Ro's and No's lifeless bodies fell down to the ground.

Drog looked at the elder. "Call inner disciple Go here."

The elder frowned and gritted his teeth, but he still bowed his head before pulling out a transmission jade. "Elder Yu, please bring Go out of the inner sect to the main peak's two-hundred-third arena."

"Elder Yu?" Drog thought. "Is he talking to Yu Bo or is there another elder with surname Yu in the sword sect."

"What? Why?" elder Yu said.

"The voice is his," Drog thought.

"The guest elder is involved," elder Din said.

"I understand," Yu Bo said.

Elder Din hid the transmission jade. "It is done. He will be here soon. Are you going to kill anyone else?"

Drog shook his head. "Go is the last one."

"I see," elder Din said and sighed out with relief.

Twenty minutes passed and Go arrived. The first thing he saw were the corpses of Ro and No. "Ro, No," he mumbled and raised his eyes from them. His pupils constricted as his eyes landed on Drog. "Drog?"

"It has been a while, Go," Drog said. "Come up and I will reunite you with your friends."

"You killed Ro and No?" Go said and frowned. "But before that, how are you even here in the sword sect?"

Drog smiled. "Yes, I killed them. I snapped their necks. As for your second question, I will instead ask a question. Why can't I be here?"

"Because you are trash amongst the trash," Go said as he walked up onto the arena.

"No," Drog said, "I am an elite amongst the elite."

Drog focused on Go and sensed that his cultivation base was at rank 1 martial core."

"An elite amongst the elite?" Go said and laughed out loud. He shook his head. "That was a funny joke, Drog."

"Time to die, Go," Drog said and infused his spatial into his feet as he used his movement technique – white tiger god's divine movement. But unlike the previous times when not one of Drog's opponents could see him move, Go could. He followed Drog with his eyes as he moved behind him.

Drog clenched his bloody fist and punched, but his fist hit nothing but air as Go was suddenly standing out of his reach.

"Where did you learn that movement technique, Drog?" Go said.

"His movement technique is of D-rank and he reached the first level of it or his movement technique is of E-rank and he reached the second level," Liu Ri said. "Either way. Combine that with the speed that comes with the cultivation base of rank 1 martial core and he is just a bit slower than you are."

"I could already tell that," Drog said to Liu Ri in his head. He infused spatial into his feet and used his movement technique – white tiger god's divine movement. He appeared in front of Go and punched, but his punch hit nothing but air again as Go was standing out of his reach once again.

"I asked you where did you learn that movement technique," Go said.

"Are you going to keep running away?" Drog said.

"Answer me, Drog," Go said. "Where did you learn that movement technique from. Was it the guest elder that taught you that movement technique?"

"Guest elder is Drog's master," elder Din said.

Go glanced at elder Din and slightly nodded his head in understanding. He slowly breathed in through his nose and slowly breathed out of his mouth. "I now understand why you can entirely ignore the sect rules and just kill three disciples of the sect, Drog."

Drog infused his spatial Qi in this feet as he used his movement technique – white tiger god's divine movement. He appeared behind Go and punch, but his punch for the third time, hit nothing but air and Go was once again standing out of his reach.

"I want to get revenge for Ro and No, and kill you Drog," Go said. He shook his head. "But I won't do that. Because if I do, you master – elder Feng, will kill me and destroy the sword sect. I will dodge your attacks until you are out of Qi and then I will leave."

"You know that the guest elder is surnamed Feng?" Drog said. "How? Even a core discple didn't know that the guest elder was a Feng."

Go smiled. "Agree to walk away and I will tell you."

Drog shook his head. "It doesn't really matter." He infused his spatial Qi into his feet as he used his movement technique – white tiger god's divine movement. He appeared in front of Go and punched, but his punch for the fouth time, hit nothing but air and Go was once again standing out of his reach.

"I told you, Drog," Go said. "I will dodge your attacks until you are out of Qi and then I will leave."

Drog harrumphed. He once again infused his spatial Qi into his feet as he used his movement technique – white tiger god's divine movement. He appeared behind Go and punched, but his fist hit nothing but air and Go was standing out of his reach.

Go sighed. "Very well."

Drog infused his spatial Qi into his feet as he used his movement technique – white tiger god's divine movement. He appeared behind Go and punched, but his fist hit nothing but air and Go was standing out of his reach.

Drog clenched both of his fists and a cracking sound sounded from them. "I had enough!" he shouted out and his pupils changed from a human's to a dragon's. He moved without using his movement technique – white tiger god's divine movement, but his speed was almost double of what it was when he used white tiger god's divine movement movement technique.

Drog appeared in front of Go.

"Wh—" Go shouted out the first part of the word – 'What', but before he could shout out the second part, Drog's fist collided with Go's chest and he screamed out from pain as Drog's fist broke through his skin, carved through his flesh, broke through his bones and went out of his back.

Go's eyes closed. "How is this possible?" he mumbled and coughed out blood directly onto Drog's face. He squinted his eyes open and saw Drog's eyes.

Drog raised the arm on which Go was impaled and readied his other arm's fist.

"Monster," Go mumbled.

Drog released his readied fist. "Death would be too easy for you, Go. You will live your entire life in fear of me," he said and his pupils returned to that of a human. He lowered his arm on which Go was impaled and Go fell down onto the arena. Go coughed out a mouthful of blood.

"How unexpected," Liu Ri said. "Only one out of ten thousand who train in black dragon god's divine body manage to reach the next level of the technique by getting angry and not by training. Congratulations."

"Thank you, master," Drog said in his head to Liu Ri and looked at elder Din. "Make sure he doesn't die."

Elder Din bowed his head. "Thank you for sparing his life."

"If he dies," Drog said. "I am going to kill you."

Elder Din bowed his head. Then, he picked up Go and left.

"Now then," Drog thought. "Time to continue this tournament."