Born Almighty Warrior

Chapter 1414 Wayne's Circumstances

The tense silence on the battlefield went on for a long time. All of a sudden, a confident voice broke

through their reverie.

"Extreme chaotic fire!"

It seemed to come from the rift in the sky.

The next instant, the fissure slowly swelled up as if it would explode.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Hairline cracks started appearing, as grey-white flames seemed to burn from

within.

This was the power of the Fire Dragon Extremity combined with the power of Ricky's sacred fire and

peculiar fire. Each cloud of chaotic fire that the Fire Dragon Extremity created acted like a sharp blade

that cut the rift like it was a thin piece of paper.

Before long, the cracks had multiplied thousands of times, and Fernando's rift began to leak too much

power. And at this point, he couldn't gather more, as Ricky's Chaotic Fire Lotus was looming too near.

The flaming lotus, which was bolstered by the protective covering of the chaotic power, instantly

expanded, causing the fissure to widen until it finally broke apart.

It gradually dissipated into thin air, as the flaming lotus burned all of it unto the very last trace of its

power.

Suddenly, blood spurted out from somewhere in the sky. It looked like crimson rain for a second. A

figure showed up on the platform, shuffled away, and backed down. He didn't stop until he was about a

thousand meters from where he had been standing.

It was none other than Fernando, who had clearly lost.

Ricky could have easily killed him with the lotus if this were a life and death battle.

But, fortunately, it wasn't. The flames soon died down, and Ricky alighted on the platform as well.

It was only at this moment that the disciples came back to their senses. They couldn't help but gasp in

shock. "No way!" they exclaimed with their mouths agape in disbelief.

They were stupefied that Ricky didn't even need the power of his second mutant to take down

Fernando, a genius who was a middle spiritual emperor at peak state.

"No middle spiritual emperor can challenge him now. I'm afraid he can even go toe to toe against a

three-star upper spiritual emperor. At the very least, he could probably hold his own against a three-star

upper spiritual emperor even if he couldn't outright take him down," a disciple who was an upper

spiritual emperor remarked thoughtfully as he gazed at Ricky in awe.

"You're right. He might find it more challenging to defeat those who have a higher cultivation level than

him, but no one in his level could give him a hard time."

"It's almost a done deal then. He will certainly get that vacant position."

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Meanwhile, Fernando turned to Ricky with a bitter smile.

He wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth and remarked, "I don't think anyone at your level can

fight you, so you'll probably find those with higher levels as more imposing opponents. However, you'll

find that not even the three-star upper spiritual emperors are a challenge to you, thanks to the seven

mutants and chaotic power that you possess."

"Thank you for letting me win, Fernando," Ricky humbly remarked as he cupped his hands with

respect.

"Stop being so modest. You beat me fair and square," answered Fernando. He tried to smile, but his

defeat still stung a little, so it came off like a grimace.

Although they were both middle spiritual emperors at peak state, their strength had an enormous gap,

which was decided by their limits and potentials.

After that, Ricky went on to challenge other disciples who were middle spiritual emperors at peak state,

and he easily defeated them all. Not even one of his opponents could push him to use two mutants.

And before long, Ricky became the strongest among those who hadn't become upper spiritual

emperors yet in the Misty South Palace.

Most disciples who had seen him fight believed that Ricky would soon surpass his current level and

challenge upper spiritual emperors.

After all the battles were finished, Ricky left the platform.

He went back to the palace in a jovial mood. "That was a marvelous experience! I had fun fighting

those at my level. But I probably can't do this if my opponents are stronger than three-star upper

spiritual emperors. I won't get the upper hand even if I burst out my seven mutants, chaotic power, and

bright ancestral spirit at the same time, and the best outcome I can expect will be a draw.

That's why I can't challenge those with higher levels now."

"That's all right. You can be the best of all warriors at your level," the Dragon Intent Grass comforted

him.

"I will certainly defeat everyone at my level. If I can't do that, how can I even compete for the

prestigious position of First Mister and fulfill the promise I made in twenty years?" Ricky solemnly

declared, his eyes burning with determination.

"By the way, have you heard anything about Wayne recently?" he asked Mordechai.

"Yes, I've heard rumors that Wayne's decision to take you as his teacher has caused a sensation not

only in the Misty South Palace and Short Human tribe but also with the other top forces," replied

Mordechai.

"That's unbelievable. Who knew it would be such a big deal?" Ricky shook his head in disbelief.

"The Short Human tribe is famous for their weapon casting, so they are indispensable to the creatures

from the continent. And besides, no creature from the Short Human tribe has ever become a disciple of

another force's casting master, and I doubt anyone else would dare to accept them as their disciples.

Wayne is one of their most talented disciples, so the senior members place a great value on him. It's no

wonder they reacted like that,"

Mordechai explained.

"This is becoming too troublesome. If I had known this would happen earlier, I wouldn't have accepted

Wayne as my disciple, or maybe I would have accepted his request in secret. What about Wayne? I

hope he isn't suffering too much because of this."

Ricky then asked with much concern.

"Don't worry, he is in good hands. His grandfather is one of the ten casting elders of the Short Human

tribe, after all. But the bad news is that the senior members are deliberating if they should expel him

from their tribe. They think that Wayne's behavior brought shame to the name of the Short Human tribe.

I'm afraid if the First Deputy Chief didn't put you on a pedestal, and if you weren't a disciple of the Misty

South Palace, the Short Human tribe would have hunted you down by now,"

Mordechai further revealed, much to Ricky's dismay.

"I didn't expect my decision to have such far-reaching consequences. If I took on Wayne as my

disciples, it would have helped me get close to the Short Human tribe and learn their casting skills, or

at least, that's what I thought. What a shame it ended up like this! Now, the Short Human tribe despises

me, and Wayne is in trouble too," Ricky lamented morosely.

"What are you going to do now?" asked Claire.

"What else can I do? I'll lie low for now and play it by ear. But first, I need to pay a visit to the Helian

Clan," answered Ricky with a thoughtful expression.

"Dragon Intent Grass, you saw this coming before I took Wayne as my disciple, didn't you? You let me

walk right into this mess," he said to the Dragon Intent Grass through telepathy.

He was fairly certain that the grass hadn't warned him ahead of time on purpose.

"Ha! I'm not the one taking in disciples," scoffed the Dragon Intent Grass. "Besides, if you can't even

handle this mess, how can you lead the Misty South Palace in the future?"

"Cut it out. If I were that powerful, I could have it taken care of. Please help me solve this matter. I'm

not worried for my sake, but I don't want to put Wayne in danger.

After all, he is my disciple now, and as such, he is my responsibility," Ricky firmly insisted.

"The solution is simple. The Helian Clan will hold a casting competition in a month, which involves

casting geniuses from various casting forces. If you defeat all the casting geniuses from the Short

Human tribe, then they won't have reason to give you or Wayne a hard time anymore. In other words,

you will prove to them that you are superior to their casting masters and Wayne wasn't wrong to follow

you," the Dragon Intent Grass replied.

"That's a good idea," Ricky murmured, nodding thoughtfully.

"All right," he started as he turned to his companions. "There would soon be a casting contest, and I'm

going to take part in it. Are you three staying here to cultivate, or would you like to come with me?"

"I'm not that interested in casting, so I think I should just stay here and focus on my cultivation. I don't

want to waste my time, or the gap between our strength will widen more," admitted Mordechai.

"Me too," Claire replied.

She, too, didn't want to be left behind by Ricky, which was a great possibility since he seemed to

progress in leaps and bounds.

Meanwhile, Amelia chose to go with Ricky, as she had already made peace with the fact that she could

never surpass Ricky.

Although heading for the Helian Clan was risky, Claire and Mordechai weren't worried about Ricky.

They were confident that his life wasn't in danger since the Helian Clan wouldn't dare to offend the

Misty South Palace and the First Deputy Chief.

"All right then. Good luck! I'll see you guys when I return." After that, Ricky turned to leave.

But before he could do so, a loud, authoritative voice reached his ears. "Ricky, I know you're in here.

Come out!"