Healing System

'System, where is he?' Michael asked, extending his own mana outward.

However, even after extensive searching, he wasn't able to find Shi Feng.

That was until both the system and he managed to spot a single individual whose mana had completely changed.

The Cloudflower Sect's elder, the one who was overseeing the entire game tournament, had been replaced by none other than Sect Leader Ji.

'He did it again, but this time to an elder. This is really not going to be a calm situation after all these tournaments conclude,' Michael thought with a sour look.

It was impossible for him to make a move currently, considering the elder was standing around hundreds of people, with a thousand more watching from the sidelines.

If he did do it, then Michael would likely lose all of his gambling rights for the entire sect.

Therefore, he decided to hold off on doing anything drastic for the moment, and instead, he focused back on the games.

Or rather, Michael decided to no longer focus on them. Instead, he was going to prepare for the next game.

Since it was already rigged, the only thing he would do by participating was waste his time.

[He keeps changing into others. Such people make me sick.] The system's repulsed voice rang out. [There is one upside, though—he uses a great deal of Qi, or, well, mana, to perform such a feat.]

'Right, but how was he able to lure that elder out in the first place?' Michael mused.

It was nearly impossible to do so without being seen, so for Sect Leader Ji to do something like that was fairly impressive.

[That elder took a toilet break at the end of your previous game, and that's when it likely happened,] the system answered.

'I see. Well, I need to figure out how to avoid something like that again, then.'

Taking a few looks around, he spotted the other Azure Dragon Sect members who were failing their games from time to time, yet still gaining points.

And by now, Michael's own sect had entered single digits.

'This is pissing me off.' He exhaled a sigh. 'I really wanted to keep things fair, for the most part. But it seems like that won't be possible starting now.'

Fairness was what he wanted. Even if he was much stronger than the other disciples, he wanted to at least have a tinge of fun during this tournament.

[Well, you win some, you lose some.] The system chuckled.

Michael shrugged it off and decided to wait it out, watching as his own sect completed each and every game with precision.

But eventually, they, too, noticed that something was wrong, as their points were not going up in the slightest.

And as the minutes passed, the winner was finally announced.

"The Azure Dragon Sect are the winners this time around," Sect Leader Ji announced, disguised as the Cloudflower Sect's elder.

"As for the previous winners, they have come in last place with a measly six points. Better luck next time," he finished, clearly taunting Michael.

Clearing his throat, he continued, "Now then, everyone may go to the last game, which is going to happen on the Azure Dragon Sect's grounds. Good luck to you all."

Most of the sects were downcast, with the exception of Michael and the others, who were still technically in the lead.

However, now that lead would either shift, or they would straight up win the next one.

But given the amount of trouble Sect Leader Ji had gone through to make his sect win this game tournament, Michael could only assume it would be even worse this time around.

Obviously, he would not let that happen.

Michael instructed his sect to go ahead to the other tournament. Meanwhile, he himself stayed behind, looking at the Cloudflower Sect's elder, who had not moved an inch either.

"Is this really the way you want to do this?" Michael asked.

"Disciple Mujin, I think you should head over to the other tourn—" Sect Leader Ji began speaking but stopped himself when he realized Michael was not buying it.

"You left me no choice, Mujin. Besides, no one else is going to interfere with what I am doing," he chuckled, a grin forming on the elder's face. "I'm afraid your time is up. I must win this tournament at any cost."

As his words rang out, he began approaching Michael, taking out some sort of knife from his pocket.

That was when Michael suddenly cast a Sword of Light, aiming directly for Sect Leader Ji's heart.

But that seemed to miss, as Sect Leader Ji merely dodged to the side.

However, it was able to tear off the face mask he had been wearing, revealing Sect Leader Ji's true appearance. Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Thankfully, there weren't any other people around—since if there were, they would have likely died from the mere pressure the two emitted.

After all, even the surroundings were being morphed, the ground breaking apart and disintegrating into nothingness.

It was the same further away—as though the more they glared at each other, the more the damage to the city around them increased.

Therefore, if things were to escalate more than they already had, everything would be destroyed.

"I will kill you, however..." Sect Leader Ji spoke, narrowing his eyes. "Why did you not attempt to stop me sooner? You've known about me ever since you saw me gut Chu Dong. Is there some sort of goal you are after?"

"Of course," Michael responded. "But that's none of your business."

As his words fell, Michael used a decent chunk of his mana to repulse Sect Leader Ji upward into the skies.

It seemed like he did not even attempt to avoid it, as he gradually flew upward—until finally, Michael stopped him, and he too flew up beside him.

"You are a mythical beast?" Sect Leader Ji asked with a raised brow. "I thought beasts like that only existed in legends, yet here you are, wings and all."

"I don't know what bullshit you are spouting, but prepare yourself," Michael said with a scoff and summoned up a platform on which the two could stand above the clouds.

It was fairly massive, expanding several hundred meters in each direction, and for the amount of mana he used, it was fairly durable.

"Mythical beast, I will personally take your face. Be honored," Sect Leader Ji said and pulled out a couple of needles, which he chucked right at Michael.

Before they could even reach him, he whisked them all away with a wave of his hand—and before long, the fight officially began.

The difference in strength, at least on the surface, was massive.

A Tier 2 versus a Tier 5—logically speaking, Michael was bound to lose.

In the very first exchange, when the two dashed at each other and struck their fists, Michael managed to come out slightly on top.

However, it only put into perspective how close their strength was, which did not give him an ease of heart.

Therefore, he sent out another attack—a simple downward sword slash—which was immediately redirected by Sect Leader Ji's palm.

But before the sword could collide with the ground, Michael brought it back up at lightning speed, causing a small cut to appear on Sect Leader Ji's forehead.

"I tried splitting you in half right there. Surprised you made it out alive," Michael taunted, which Sect Leader Ji ignored.

The clashes continued, with Michael coming out on top nearly every single time.

However, that only made him more wary, as despite this person before him being a Tier 5, he had shown very little of his skills.

Frankly, Michael was sure he hadn't used any.

And his suspicions were soon confirmed—as when the golden sword was about to make contact with Sect Leader Ji's palm, it suddenly halted, turning completely green.

Michael held onto the sword with confusion, trying to take it away from Sect Leader Ji's palm.

But it was to no avail, as Michael's mana connection to the sword was beginning to dwindle.

Therefore, he recast it, destroying the green sword in the process and making Sect Leader Ji's eyes slightly widen.

Before Sect Leader Ji could intercept it with his palm, Michael brought it back—and with a twist of his body, performed a leg sweep.

It managed to knock Sect Leader Ji off balance, yet at the same time, Michael swung his sword down, severing his head, making it plop down to the ground.

His body fell lifelessly alongside his head, rolling a bit on the ground, and making Michael let out a deep breath.

'...That was a bit too easy?' he exclaimed inwardly, stretching his back and preparing to leave.

But before he could even react, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. When he looked down, he saw a palm piercing straight through his heart, holding it on the other side.

At the same time, Sect Leader Ji was staring at him coldly, head attached.

"What now, mythical beast?"