Chapter 201

Once they reached the borders of this forest, he found a large wall similar to the one he passed through to enter the academy, separating the academy from this forest.

"Listen to me very carefully. When you enter the forest, your contest will officially begin. There are no rules to be followed except to survive. 

If you thought you couldn't survive then you can retreat to the gate here and this will be considered as a forfeit. Inside the forest, you need to collect as many monsters cores as you can get. 

These cores will be one of the factors that you will need in the final rankings. Now let the contest begin."

That was the sound of the oldest looking cultivator from the judges. He seemed to be their head. Ibro moved with the crowd passing through the gates of the academy. 

He noticed a mocking smile on the face of that man. He seemed like he was proud of the trap he set for Sroki's disciple. Ibro responded to his smile with another smile. 

He was ready for this trap and was really anticipating it. Once he passed through the gates, he noticed the eyes of many of the other contestants being focused on him. 

They looked like they were waiting for him to enter the forest to attack him. Ibro knew he couldn't use his new powers here on the open. 

He needed to move deeper into the forest away from here. He needed to create a diversion, and he already had a way to do it.

"This is core grade 3, grab it if you can."

He suddenly took out one of the monsters' core in his ring and held it high in his hand. He then threw it away from him. 

He didn't wait to see the response of the other contenders, as he started his run in the forest. Once his shout was heard by everyone and they noticed the core he threw, they moved in a rapid reaction to get that core. 

This was a grade 3 core, who can resist it? This created enough chaos for him to slip from the surveillance of his enemies, but he didn't run too fast. 

He needed to make sure they were hot on his trail. His enemies got distracted by this sudden chaos especially a big battle had erupted between large numbers of disciples to get this core. 

At last, this battle ended after one of them had managed to snatch the core and vanished in the forest. The enemies then started to look for Ibro without stop. 

Thanks to the lower speed of Ibro's retreat and the many tracks he left behind, they managed to locate him rapidly. After that, a heated race had begun. 

Ibro's goal was to reach the base of the very far mountains. He wanted to reach a calm place that was secluded from any help that might come from inside the academy. 

He also didn't want to have any witnesses. He knew that his cultivation way was a taboo here in this world. He needed to keep this secret even if he had to kill everyone here. 

This heated race lasted for several hours, during which Ibro had assessed the danger of this forest. He met a lot of grade 4 monsters on his way, but he avoided them all. 

He didn't want to distract himself now. He headed towards his goal and finally he reached the base of the mountains. He didn't stop at the base like that, but he began to scout the area. 

He wanted a place that would help him in his upcoming battle. He knew the importance of choosing good territory, so he moved around for more than one hour till he finally found a place that suited his needs. 

It was like a long valley extended between two huge mountains. It was like a basin with a narrow entry that was like a long neck. Ibro felt satisfied with this place. 

At once he entered it without any hesitation. His followers had noticed his entry to that place. They mistakenly thought they finally had cornered him. They don't know that they were the prey not him. 

Ibro after his entry in this basin, he discovered how huge and deep it was. He couldn't see its end.

"Summon the death knight."

At once, a thick fog emanated from him. In seconds, the huge death knight appeared at once. He bowed his head towards Ibro while saying in deep respect:

"Your wishes are my orders."

"You go and hide behind these rocks. After I attract everyone, you will start to have your feast."

"Your wishes are my orders."

The knight moved at once towards the distant big rocks. Once he hid behind them, Ibro couldn't even see a glimpse of it. 

If he wasn't the one that he ordered it to hide there, he would never notice its presence. His initial preparations were complete. What remained was for his fishes to catch the bait. 

He didn't wait for long. In just a few minutes after the disappearance of his knight, a big group of cultivators began to flow into the valley through the entrance. Ibro showed an exciting expression over his face. 

They didn't disappoint him. He was very eager to try his new powers. He should have a deep longing for using this necromancer power. 

Once his enemies gathered in big numbers, one of them moved a few steps forward. He was at nascent soul stage cultivation.

"It's nice for you to stop running small rats. You made us follow you this far, were you trying to escape or do you think you can really fight all of us alone?"

"There is no need to talk with dead people. Come and face your death," Ibro waved his sword and pointed it towards all of his enemies. They looked at him for a second before laughing loudly. 

They thought he had gone mad from fear. They didn't fully enter the trap, so Ibro didn't start with them immediately, instead, he ran deeper inside the valley. 

Once he moved they stopped laughing for fear of his escape again. They had followed this sneaky fast rat for a long time. They were already so frustrated. They started to chase him. 

This time, Ibro moved at a moderate speed, so they managed to catch up with him in minutes. Ibro didn't decrease his speed while welcoming his first prey. The first to reach him were a group of nearly 50 cultivators. 

He didn't hesitate to use both cards at once. A thick armor began to take shape outside his body. This armor was supposed to be silver-gold in color, but now it was totally grey. 

Once it covered his whole body, even his face, he turned to be like a freaky ghost. Ibro turned his sword towards his nearest cultivators. Inside his dantian, the chain of swords began to shine in a dim grey light. 

He felt the huge power that emerged from each sword. He was able to draw each sword power and use it at will. His sword shone suddenly in a weak gloomy grey light before it got suddenly elongated to reach over 5 meters in length. 

This was a sudden change to his enemies who had no time to think before their bodies got penetrated by this sword. Each time his sword managed to hit one of his enemies, one sword inside his dantian donated its energy. 

If he wanted, he could take all the 11 swords energy and combine them in one attack, but he felt it would be a waste. After all, these weak cultivators were cannon fodder his enemy sent to test his power. 

In no time, all the cultivators had been laid on the ground motionless. The most strange part was that their bodies had no visible wound at all, but their faces were ashen white. 

Ibro felt a refreshing feeling as if a cool water was poured over him on a very heated day. Inside his dantian, some new energy emerged which blended with his grayish spiritual energy.