Healing System

'Well, that was boring,' Michael thought with a small frown.

While he hadn't expected Kai to do well against someone like her—an opponent at Tier 3—he had expected him to at least put up a fight.

However, whether it was the hormones at play or his sheer carelessness, Kai lost.

"Lian Hua of the Cloudflower Sect wins!"

As Sect Leader Li's words fell, Michael took one good look around and suddenly halted.

'This was the last match? Where did the other sects go?'

It had gone by way too fast, and in the end, the final was between himself, Hu Rong, and that Lian Hua girl.

However, the lots were not in his favor, it seemed, as soon the announcement was made.

"Mujin of the Golden Dragon Sect versus Hu Rong of the Golden Dragon Sect. Proceed onto the platform now."

It was an exhausting process for Sect Leader Li, but if he wanted to be rich, exhaustion was the least of his worries.

Since, in just a few moments, they would get their first win.

Michael walked onto the platform and faced Hu Rong, his supposed disciple, who he had yet to even give a single pointer to.

"Begin!"

Just as the words fell and Michael prepared himself to fight, Hu Rong opened his mouth.

"I surren—"

"Vahzil," Michael interjected with a draconic word that meant silence, and soon looked at his disciple with a puzzled expression.

"Why do you want to surrender? Take this round as a spar instead of an actual tournament. I will be winning either way."

Upon getting a reluctant nod from Hu Rong, he released him from the silence draconic word and soon walked forward.

This prompted Hu Rong to begin taking the fight seriously, as soon he took out his sword and pointed it shakily at Michael.

Yet before he could hesitate further, Michael sped up his pace, appearing right before Hu Rong and kicking the hilt of the sword.

Michael's intention was to knock it straight out of his disciple's hand, but instead, he received a hole clean through his foot.

"A spike on the hilt... sneaky," he remarked as the wound healed a moment later.

"Don't hold back. It is impossible for you to kill me with your current strength anyway," Michael encouraged him, and that seemed to do the trick as Hu Rong suddenly took up a low crouching stance.

Noticing this, Michael affirmed with a proud nod. "That's the spirit."

In turn, he would also not hold back—well, to the point of remaining fair.

Limiting his strength but not his skill usage, Michael sent out 20 Piercing Lights to start.

However, they were nimbly dodged, all except the last one, which managed to connect with Hu Rong's shoulder.

"You should probably move less. Find the right movement for each action instead of relying on momentum, since in the end..." Michael instructed and sent out another Piercing Light.

This time, however, as Hu Rong dodged, the spell swiftly turned around and halted right before Hu Rong's face.

"In the end, your opponents are all unique, and each has certain moves that could instantly kill you. Rely on something that is effective for all and not for one."

A look of enlightenment appeared on Hu Rong's face as he heard those words. He performed a respectful bow before reassuming his combat stance.

Yet Michael inwardly cringed.

'I kind of made stuff up... But still, his fighting style is only good against those who have a Dantian mana core and can't control mana that well. If he fought against a mage, he'd die in the second attack,' he mused inwardly.

It is good advice. First time you used that small giant head of yours, the system remarked with a chuckle, earning a puzzled look from Michael.

'What the fuck is a small giant head supposed to mean?'

But upon not receiving an answer, he decided to drop the topic. For now.

"Hu Rong, why do you use that stance, by the way?" Michael questioned, making him halt.

"Master Mujin?"

Michael sighed and proceeded to explain. "You fight with speed, but your strength truly lies in power. Why don't you change your stance to better suit you instead?"

It felt like, instead of a spar, this was simple training.

But at the very least, Michael had the chance to finally train his first disciple. Even if his teaching did not mean much to him, they were still precious moments that he would likely remember.

"Master Mujin, can I surrender?" Hu Rong suddenly questioned, yet the look on his face seemed overly determined for someone who wanted to quit.

"...Why?"

"I believe this spar won't show you what I am truly capable of, so please, Master Mujin, allow me to better myself to give you a worthy first spar," Hu Rong said while bowing down on the ground.

"Stand up..." Michael sighed and used mana to place him back on his feet. "If you are so determined, then so be it. Walk off the platform yourself."

A smile beamed on Hu Rong's face as he cupped his fists before proceeding off the platform.

However, he wasn't going in the direction of the seats but instead to an isolation room that just so happened to be in the main pavilion.

'Hey hey, what the fuck? Is he going to make us go down a person?' Michael exclaimed inwardly, but after that grand speech, he did not have the heart to stop Hu Rong.

'I guess I'll just have to do everything myself.'

Or, he might come back before the next tournament game begins. You never know, the system commented, earning a scowl from Michael in response.

'There is only one person aside from me remaining, the actual final battle. The second tournament would likely start soon after, so I doubt Hu Rong would get out in time.'

Guess you will just have to pray your disciple is more capable than he looks, the system chuckled, making Michael's brows twitch.

But he proceeded to ignore that as Sect Leader Li soon announced the results.

"Mujin of the Golden Dragon Sect wins!" he said before clearing his throat and continuing, "Now, since this is the last fight, the contender stays here. Meanwhile, Lian Hua of the Cloudflower Sect, come up here."

As his words fell, the girl began making her way up and soon stood right in front of him, an icy glare plastered all over her face.

Raising his brow, Michael taunted, "That time of the month?"

Yet she did not reply. Only a frown appeared on her face as a result.

"Uh... Right." Sect Leader Li was slightly startled at Michael's comment but nonetheless proceeded to raise his hand before swiftly bringing it down.

"Begin!"

Just as those words fell, Lian Hua ran up to him and pulled out a pair of throwing knives, which she suddenly threw into the sky.

However, unluckily for her, Michael could see through the hidden intent behind this action and soon spread out his mana wide.
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There were miniature wires connected to those daggers, and from what he could only assume, she would use them to try garroting his head off.

Alas, he would nip this ambition of hers in the bud while he could.

And as he did, a startled look appeared on Lian Hua's face as she drew her arm back and pulled out another set of throwing knives.

Just like the rest, they were tampered with and had something special on them.

Poison.

Therefore, Michael opened his arms wide and took it in, letting the throwing knives pierce through his skin and darken the surrounding tissue.

However, after just a few seconds, the throwing knives fell out from his body, with his skin appearing even more chiseled than before he was poisoned.

'A poison that has the side effect of making skin clearer? What kind of sect is this?' he thought as a shiver went down his spine.

Nonetheless, not many tricks were left up her sleeve, as she began repeating the same actions until, eventually, she completely ran out of throwing knives.

But that did not seem like all, as soon she pulled out a pair of daggers and held them in a military-like fashion.

'A coincidence?' Michael thought with a raised brow, and before she could even attempt to attack him with those daggers, he slashed sideways.

From the other side, a sword of light appeared, immediately cutting her hands off and making her drop to the ground with a horrified look.

Yet as he thought it was all over, a smile appeared on Lian Hua's face when, all of a sudden, hundreds, if not thousands, of wires appeared and all headed toward him.

However, even if he did not exactly see this attack coming, a surprise attack reaching him was unlikely.

Therefore, just before it was about to connect with his body, he layered multiple shields on top of one another and completely blocked the onslaught of her wire attack.

But for some reason, she was not letting up, trying every angle imaginable to strike him.

This prompted Michael to shoot a puzzled glance at Sect Leader Li, who reacted in kind.

"Mujin of the Golden Dragon Sect wins!"

Yet the attacks did not stop.

"I am giving you five seconds to fuck off," Michael warned in a cold voice.

"Lian Hua, the fight is over—you can stop now," Sect Leader Li interjected.

However, as he did, the wires were all immediately redirected toward him.

Before they could reach Sect Leader Li, Michael sent a single Sword of Light toward the madwoman's head and lopped it off before turning to where the rest of the Cloudflower Sect's elders were and saying:

"You're going to be lacking one for the next tournament, I'm afraid."