The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

Sam stood confidently against Tomas Wichura, his arms crossed, his face displaying little to no concern for his opponent.

Tomas Wichura felt a vein pop up on his forehead. 'This guy is too arrogant. He must think he can win. Just you wait; I will wipe that smirk off his face.'

Sam could discern what his opponent was thinking, but he simply didn't care. 'This fight is nothing but an obligatory task I have to complete to prevent this bug from bugging me and my Amelia in the future.'

He shook his head in boredom. 'Compared to this, I'm more interested in the diabolical conspiracy those old men planned for us. I hope they have prepared an entertaining show for us.'

"Let the battle begin," Kate's figure disappeared, leaving the two fighters standing alone in the arena.

'I will let him make the first move,' Sam shrugged. 'Let's see what kind of weapons and techniques he uses. I might even be able to learn them.'

Sam's eyes gleamed.

Unbeknownst to others, he possessed an innate ability called Rumination Clarity, which had the power to increase his ability to learn, comprehend, and innovate to the ultimate level.

Combining it with the blessing of Hephaestus, he could comprehend any techniques infinitely faster than an ordinary person.

Now, imagine that same innate ability getting an upgrade.

Sam had kept this ability active for quite a while.

With abnormally high energy reserves, he had no problem maintaining the ability because the energy cost of Rumination Clarity was high enough that the rate of regeneration of his spiritual energy aligned completely, forming an equilibrium.

Keeping the ability active almost all the time, from training to engaging in sexual activities, he had been unknowingly, sometimes unintentionally, learning and comprehending various things to the point he himself didn't know the extent of his knowledge.

By doing so, his innate ability had almost reached the threshold where, with a little more push, it could level up.

"You can make the first move, dude!" Sam shouted toward Tomas Wichura, seeing that he was standing in a fighting stance but not making a move.

Tomas tightened his grip on his staff. "Don't look down on me, or you will regret it."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Look, I'm not looking down on you, and I'm not arrogant. I'm just confident. If you think this is arrogance, it's not my problem."

He shrugged his shoulders innocently, as if wrongly accused of theft.

"You're asking for it," Tomas Wichura raised his staff, pointing its sharp end at Sam as his spiritual energy exploded from his body.

"Well done, Ivan. Your son has actually managed to break through to the Dao Seeking realm. Tell me, what kind of Dao lotus has he manifested?" Kate asked Count Wichura. She was interested in the brat because, in the future, he might very well become the next Count Wichura.

"He has manifested two Daos so far, the Dao of Bojutsu and the Dao of Wind," Count Wichura replied without moving his eyes from the battle.

He didn't care that he was speaking with the queen because, for some reason, he had a bad feeling about the ongoing battle.

Back in the arena, Tomas's figure flashed as he used his incredible speed, totally unmatched by his cultivation, and appeared before Sam, swinging his staff to strike Sam's chin from below.

Sam, seeing the attack, raised his eyebrow in surprise before lowering his head backward, narrowly avoiding Tomas's staff by a hair.

'Is it me, or are his movements a little strange?' Sam jumped back, noticing another attack as Tomas raised the staff above his head and slashed it vertically.

The attack met with air, and the staff landed on the ground, making the air sweep away from the area.

<Master, that guy possesses the bloodline ability to create and manipulate wind. He's using it to negate any and all wind elements in an area of a certain diameter with him as its center>

The codex's voice echoed in Sam's mind.

'Is that so? No wonder I felt weird every time he is near me,' Sam thought to himself as he gracefully dodged another attack from Tomas.

"Don't run away, you coward!" Tomas barked, utilizing his entire speed and enhancing it with his bloodline ability.

Despite his efforts, Sam easily evaded direct hits from Tomas's staff.

"How can you move that fast? What's your cultivation level?" Tomas asked, pointing his staff imposingly at Sam.

"Hehe, you want to see my cultivation? Are you sure you'll be able to handle it?" Sam chuckled, as if finding the situation amusing.

"Fine, I will show you," Sam responded, preparing to shock Tomas to the point where he might start questioning reality.

Suddenly, a bright light illuminated from Sam's body, intensifying by the second.

The spiritual energy inside him rushed out like a hurricane, surrounding him—reminiscent of a Saiyan powering up, albeit without the screaming.

"This... this can't be true," Kate Dracula's eyes widened in shock as she stood up from her seat, subconsciously reacting to the man surrounded by dense aura.

"I never thought I would be able to see one in my entire life." It wasn't just the Vampire Queen who was in a state of shock; all the cultivators in the arena, except those already familiar with Sam and his achievements, were more or less in the same condition.

The leaders of the Dragon Clans looked at Adriana with envious expressions. "I can't believe the Hailstorm Clan has managed to give birth to a Supreme Path cultivator."

"Is that the boy that my granddaughter has been talking about all this time?" Yuna's grandfather, King Shun's father, asked, getting over his shock that his granddaughter is married to a Supreme Path cultivator.

"Yes, grandfather, he is my darling," Yuna interrupted proudly, unable to take her eyes off him, her heart fluttering with love.

King Shun simply smiled helplessly, refraining from disturbing her in this moment of young love.

"How could you possibly cultivate to reach that level? It's not possible," Tomas refused to believe in this seemingly unbelievable feat.

Despite being a genius himself, he couldn't fathom reaching such heights in cultivation.

"It's possible if you are talented enough," Sam replied in an assured tone.

Hearing this, Tomas felt a little threatened. 'Screw this. He might be a Supreme Path cultivator, but he is still in the Nascent Soul realm, while I'm two major realms higher than him. I don't believe he can beat me.'

Suddenly, spiritual energy surged from Tomas's figure as his body lifted from the ground. Sam, witnessing this, smiled. 'Finally, he is getting serious.'

After the waves of spiritual energy dispersed, Tomas transformed into his second ancestral vampire form.

His figure became thinner, his height grew a few inches, and a pair of gray-colored wings sprouted behind him, his eyes turning blood-red.

"Come at me," Sam said, observing as Tomas's figure disappeared and suddenly reappeared in front of him, skillfully slashing his staff toward Sam's torso.

Sam quickly formed an X with his arms, and upon impact, he was pushed several meters back. 'Looks like this transformation increases his speed several times at the cost of his strength.'

Before Sam could stabilize his posture, Tomas appeared in front of him again, slashing his glowing staff.

However, Sam swiftly used his bloodline ability to create a staff made of ice and ice Intent, successfully blocking the incoming attack.

"He's good. He's actually going toe-to-toe with Tomas, who specializes in Bōjutsu while using a staff. His ice manipulation is impressive, and the ice staff he created can withstand strikes from Tomas's Great Sage-grade staff," Duncan commented.

"His ice manipulation has probably reached the same level as mine, if not higher," Ophelia added.

"It's not just that. He has also comprehended Ice Intent to the peak. He's just waiting to break through the Spirit Severing realm before manifesting an Ice Dao Lotus. Once he accomplishes that, his ice powers will reach even greater heights. It won't be long before he reaches Sagehood," Lorraine said with a thoughtful look.

"It won't be long before he attains Sagehood." Adriana smiled in satisfaction, observing the unfolding battle in the arena.

Back in the arena, Tomas gritted his teeth in frustration. 'I can't make even a single successful hit.'

He jumped back to put some distance. "Mystic Mountain Stamp!"

Raising his staff skillfully, he slashed at Sam, the staff humming with power, an intense and broad ray of brown light approaching Sam.

'I can feel the weight behind that staff ray,' Sam turned his ice staff into an ice sword, his spiritual energy rushing out as the sword glowed with creaking sword intent.

"Abyssal Fang Strike!" Sam slashed his ice sword, aiming at the incoming staff ray.

The ray of sword intent rushed in silently, leaving behind a trail of ice particles.

BOOM!

When the staff ray connected with Sam's sword ray, an explosion echoed, pushing both Sam and Tomas back a few meters.

"Again!" Tomas barked and executed the same technique once more, putting more energy into it.

However, every time he did, Sam was able to neutralize it with his own sword technique.

What frustrated Tomas even more was that Sam only used one sword attack while he was employing all his Sage and Great Sage-grade offensive techniques.

'He must be getting tired after using that Sage-grade technique. Even if he is a high-class dragon, he shouldn't have great endurance like a noble vampire like me. I will make him tire out,' Tomas thought.

The greatest advantage vampires have over other supernatural beings lies in their extremely broken endurance, stamina, and regeneration.

If you cut off their arm, it will regenerate in a few seconds. If you want to tire them out, you'll be the one to fall first.

<Master, your staff intent has reached its limit. You can manifest the dao of Bōjutsu as long as you reach the Dao Seeking realm.>

'Good,' Sam nodded to himself. 'I have also comprehended all the techniques he deployed against me.'

<Great Sage technique "Mystic Mountain Stamp" Registered successfully.>

<Great Sage grade Technique "Village Destruction Stamps" Registered successfully.>

<Sage Grade Techniques "Sweep the Hurricane" Registered successfully.>

He tapped his finger on the ice sword, and it transformed into a staff that looked very similar in appearance to the one in Tomas's hands.

Of course, his ice staff was only of ordinary grade but quite hard to break.

Tomas raised an eyebrow, 'What's wrong with this guy? Does he think he can fight me using a staff? Doesn't he realize that I'm a master in Bōjutsu?'

'I will defeat him with my strongest techniques at full power,' Tomas concentrated all his spiritual energy into his staff, which glowed with a faint light.

"Village Destruction Stamps!" His figure flew above the ground. He held his staff with two hands, and as if responding to his will, the staff hummed with violent power.

Sam narrowed his eyes when he saw hundreds of staff made of destructive spiritual energy materialized in the sky. 'This technique is a lot similar to my Unending Sword Torrent.'

'I guess this is how it got its name, as in the hands of a sage, each staff is capable of annihilating a village completely.'

'I would have been worried if it had that effectiveness, but he is just a Dao Seeking realm cultivator. It won't have the same power as it's supposed to be,' Sam smiled confidently, though to others, it seemed like arrogance.

Of course, no one made comments. They were saving the criticism for the aftermath of the battle.

This was one of the rules the latest generation of cultivators devised: no one should criticize or speak all-knowingly about the fighter before the end of the fight.

This way, no one would have to get humiliated in public if they were proven wrong or made humiliated by the same person they spoke ill about.

It meant less possibility of face-slapping.

"Eat my staff!" Tomas bellowed as he did a slashing motion with his staff.

As if responding to his call, all the village-destroying staff in the sky descended at Sam like a crashing plane.

'Can't he choose a better phrase before his big final move?' Sam cringed hard at the dialogue Tomas spoke lastly.

BOOM!

One after another, the staff fell from the sky like a god stamping his leg in the mortal world.

BOOM!

One after another, a series of explosions occurred, sweeping the air hundreds of meters away from the center.

BOOM!

In succession, which soon began extremely fast like a machine gun shooting hundreds of bullets, the staff landed at its target, Sam, like a shooting star.

"What the hell is he thinking? That move is deadly even for someone with the same cultivation as Tomas, let alone a Nascent Soul realm cultivator," King Shun spoke a little concerned; after all, it was his son-in-law. He definitely didn't want him to get hurt.

"It's fine. Don't underestimate the physique of a high-class dragon," Adriana said confidently.

"And don't forget, my grandson is not just any cultivator; he is a Supreme Path cultivator. There is none other like him."

Seeing her confidence, other cultivators who wanted to speak their opinions shut their mouths.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Explosions grew wilder to the point the effects of the explosion filled the arena with dust. The arena was not damaged in the slightest.

When the sound of the explosion stopped and the dust cleared, everyone witnessed Sam standing with his arms crossed.

He was inside his Dao Emperor avatar, which also stood crossing its hands, mimicking him. No injury, not even his clothes were dirtied.

"How is this possible? How can you remain uninjured after all that? Are you still mortal?" Tomas's mind was in turmoil.

He never felt this way before, like he is feeling right now—the feeling of helplessness and impossibility rose in his heart like an immovable mountain.

"Told you," Adriana smiled excitedly as she proudly spoke about her grandson.

One of the elders from the Mistheart Clan observed the Dao Emperor avatar with an interested gaze. "Is that the Avatar of the Mystic Voidheart Harmonic physique that has the ability to make the user master multiple daos?"

Then a surprised expression washed over his face before it turned into a shocked expression. "He... how many dao intents has he mastered until now?"

"Sword, spear, dagger, halberd, archery, warhammer, scythe... even staff? I can sense all the martial daos' intents from that Avatar," Countess Telluris said with a shocked expression. "An avatar can only display intents if the intents are mastered to their peak."

"Not just that, flame, wind, water, ice, lightning, metal, wood, dark light, and earth. He has mastered all intents of nature to their peak as well," Countess Kaminari added; she wasn't calm either.

"It doesn't stop there. I can sense many more daos, some of them even I don't understand... these must be the intents of Prominent-grade daos," Countess Frostine added.

"You are wrong. Even Prominent-grade Daos don't have that complex intent as this," Kate Dracula added with a serious expression.

Before she was thinking of kidnapping Sam to play with him for a couple of weeks, but now it seems that the playtime will be extended.

Which woman wouldn't like anotherworldly handsome, strong, and talented man like him?

"A-Are you saying that he comprehended Transcendent-grade Dao intents? To that extreme even? This is unbelievable."

Kate just looked at her but didn't say anything. She didn't care what others think because she knew that this boy is not simple.

Back in the arena, Sam looked at Tomas with a bored expression. "You really are weak. I was expecting a good fight, but it's just too easy."

"Anyway, thanks for demonstrating the techniques," Sam genuinely thanked him.

"What the hell are you saying? What techniques?" It didn't take him long to find out what Sam was talking about when he sensed a very familiar energy fluctuation emanating from Sam.

"Village Destruction Stamps?" Just like when Tomas executed this technique, hundreds of staffs manifested in the sky, each with the power to destroy multiple buildings in one strike.

"Go," Sam waved his hand, and responding to his order, the hundreds of stamps fell on its target, Tomas Wichura.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Consecutive explosions were heard

, one after another, as the destruction occurred on Tomas's body, like meteorites crashing on Earth.

"Aaaahhhhhhh..." Tomas used all his strength and energy into focusing on defending the incoming attack.

But it wasn't before long that all his defense got breached, and the stamps landed on his body one after another, tearing and breaking parts of his body like a watermelon crushed in hydraulic pressure.

When the explosion subsided, Tomas's pitiful existence came into view.

He was covered in blood, his armor was wrecked into pieces, his limbs were severed and crushed into pieces.

Even with his vampire's regeneration, it was hard for him to heal. Even so, he was still very much alive and conscious.

"You are still awake? It looks like vampires' vitality is super strong, huh?" Sam smiled. "Do you still want to continue?"

Tomas lowered his bloodied head, blood pouring out from his mouth while coughing miserably.

Seeing this, Sam shook his head, "I guess I have my answer."