Chapter 316 [Crazy Old Folks]

Huh? Isn't that Saint Elder Troy next to Elder Molly, but they are others as well. It's truly amazing to wait a moment how come there are so many important people here? Wait isn't that the assassin temple and they are some of their people here as well wait a moment they are staring at him.

Ouranos felt the sharp gaze coming from the assassin temple they were the kids were either thirteen to twenty years and all of them came to see what Ouranos looks like and to cheer on their leader!

"They are so powerful their steps are so calm and quiet," Erenay whispered.

"Yes I also agree I am scared my master is here why so many people didn't Teacher Ezequiel this will be nothing so don't worry that is..." Zander whispered.

"Bullshit what kind of meaning of this they are so many people and not just that my big bro is here I will be beaten up if I fail," Sage said as he knelt down and touched the ground.

"Don't worry I will be here for you," Solomon said.

"Solomon! Oh you are my good friend!" Sage shouted.

"Don't worry about anything we can do this who is scared?" Faith asked.

Ereany stood up and slammed her cane on the ground.

"We aren't scared so what if the second grade class is stronger then we can fight! If we lose it means we need to get stronger if we win... Zander treats us to food at his place next," Erenay said as she pointed at Zander and pulled on his ear.

"Tsk!"

As the powerful leader of the second grade, she wasn’t their dorm member that day. Zander felt a bit nervous in the face of her imposing aura.

He still remembered the thrashings she had given him, fear lingering in his heart.

The teachers took their seats on a raised platform that overlooked the arena. Not even a moment later, the door to the arena opened and two more people walked in. They were arguing with each other as they entered.

“What the hell are you doing here?” the elderly man on the left said to the one on the right.

"Baha fucking asshole what you doing here! You aren't invited to get out of here shoo, shoo go back to that flouting mountain of genius go away!"

A man with gray white hair snapped his finger and pull sleeves up ready to fight.

Ouranos dropped his mouth because one of them is his Grand Teacher while the other is his master! Holden was the man who wore while blue robe his hair was smooth he looked handsome while his master wore short sleeves and looked rough the edges and and red pinkish hair both were burning at each other.

"I can come here and watch my grand disciples fight did you hear they are my grand disciple speaking of which Troy what are you doing here go back you are always busy!"

"I am here to cheer my disciple own stupid idiots."

"What did you call us!"

"I called you idiots both of you guys are idiot no wonder your student will be just like you!"

"Troy if I wanted to I can take your disciple from you!" Holden bragged.

Saint Elder Troy held his fists out and he released his genesis rune energy.

"Oh really let's how you can take her away and I will-"

Bam.

Elder Molly smacked the old man in the head.

"Shut up your mouth you are making us look bad."

"Why is she here?"

"She will die single forever."

"Holden dare say it again."

"I said you will die single but it's okay you won't be the only one who dies single," Holden said with a shrug.

The students stared at each other Ouranos, Zander, Genevieve, and Erenay who saw their masters or felt them couldn't help it but feel even more nervous then before!

“I’m here to check how much my grand disciple has grown. I heard he defeated the Hell White Phoenix Tiger, so I’m curious if he was able to because he mastered the secret art I taught him.”

“Bah! You’ve taught him nothing but shit! Don’t lead my disciple astray with your tricks.”

“Have you gone mad? You crazy old bastard! I swear, if you dare deceive my disciple, I’ll butcher you!

“Butcher me? I’m the one who’ll kill you! Bring it on!”

“Don’t think I won’t do it! You’re just a craftsman! If you think you got what it takes, let’s fight! I only need one minute to beat you to a pulp!”

“Bullshit!”

Everyone were in awe as they walked as the other teachers took a seat and they all looked at each other. Elder Alan was their which made Genevieve so nervous, while Elder Theo was also there his eyes were closed and he blinked and pointed at everyone.

"Crazy old folks can't you shut up," A beautiful woman said she was so beautiful her hair flowed down her eyes were beautiful hazel green her hair was wavy golden color she stood among one of the most beautiful teacher she was known to be a powerful spear master but also a swordsman. As she was talking she hugged Norah from behind.

"If it isn't Sister Norah!" The woman said with a sweet gentle tone.

"Sister Tatum," Norah said.

Tatum giggled but the next moment she froze in place when she saw Ezequiel his cold eyes stared at her for a long moment. Both looked at each other like they weren't anyone else she looked away and she smiled.

"Ez how are you."

Ignore.

Ezequiel just walked away and bowed to his teacher and he sat down. Tatum eyes dropped on the ground. She let out a sigh let's not rush anything it has been two hundred years.

"Did you see that! That woman came to the teacher trying to flirt but failed!" Zander said as he burst into laughter!

"Are you an idiot you can't even tell? They have history," Kendrick said.

"What!" The four students who were Ezequiel asked in unison.

"Yeah the way they looked at each other they looked like they were ex-lovers."

"Ex lover?" They muttered to each other.

"Oh my gosh it means she is our.."

"Nothing!" Erenay snapped and smacked Zander head.

"But now I am dying to know what happened to them," Genevieve muttered.

"Same I want to know," Lola said

"So interesting our cold ice teacher has an ex lover well that's good."

Where the teacher was sitting Holden and Elder Derek sat with each other on either side of the Immortal Holy Saint Goddess Evangeline.

"Eve what brings you here?"

"I am the refree of this team."

"Oh that's amazing how is your little disciple doing?"

"Sigh she my daughter and my husband daughter we actually adopted her two years ago."

"Really she finally agreed?"

"Um it was the best day of my life I am a mother. Anyway both of you sit still and no fighting."

"Yes."

“Why are you two here? If you want to watch the match, then do so quietly. Otherwise, get lost!” Elder Molly snapped finally done with their shouting.

"You tell these crazy old folks are something else maybe they should run off and fight with their bare ass I would pay to see that kind of show."

“Isn’t it normal for me, an elder of the Supreme Ruler Pavilion, to come watch matches in the outer court? I’m not a blacksmith just coming for entertainment.”

"Holden what did you say about blacksmith! If it wasn't for is you fucking idiot no nine soul spirit battle armor no less full spirit battle armor come and fight me! When I have my full battle armor I will beat your ugly ass to the ground."

"My ugly ass! How about I beat the ugliness out of you!" Holden snapped.

“You two were late, so sit in the second row. Don’t disturb the children,” Elder Molly said in a calm yet a threatening tone.

"Oh how is my grand disciple treating you Elder Molly."

"Actually she is very talented in my honest answer it's fearful but her spiritual power is extremely powerful plus her killing instinct is well controlled."

"Killing instinct?" Elder Derek muttered.

"Humph of my grand disciples would no such thing but how can she control it because she is a genius just like my other three grand disciples!" Holden bragged.

"Tsk you don't shit them shit! Don't say that you taught Zander anything," Elder Theo snapped.

"What but I did hit my grand disciple."

"In name," Elder Alan said his wife was here she was a gentle yet a calm woman she had long brown hair that bubbled up in a bun. Her name was Hope she looked at Evangeline.

"Hope they are."

"Holy Saint Evangeline, I have been doing good how about you?"

"I am doing good if you two don't settle down and be quiet I will kick you all out of the arena," Evangeline snapped as she let out a sigh.

Norah walked up on the stage and the light shined on her as she nodded her head Micky the announcer was asked to be hair he flipped his wings and threw flowers all over the places they were girls who thought he was handsome. Micky had dark brown hair he was tall and well built he was faced with being the announcer of competition he was also an inner court student so it showed he had power.

"Welcome everyone, today they will be a competition of first grade and second grade, as you see here they are few important people but it was also said that the winning team will be reward spirit terms they will need to grow themselves even more. We have decided that, in the interest of saving time, each profession’s match will consist of one challenge. Now, would both grades’ representative blacksmiths come up to the stage.”

Two massive forging tables had already been prepared on-stage. Today’s competition had the two classes competing in every aspect. They would first begin with the professions: blacksmiths, designers, makers, and mechanics. The team battle would come last. As his class’s blacksmith representative, the first battle was Ouranos's to fight.

He went up onto the stage.

Kimberly was sitting in the front she looked at the soul screen and saw the image of Ouranos. He has grown so much within a month haha.

“You’ll see what it means to steamroll someone in just a moment," Elder Derek said as he crossed his arms.

“That’s just because my grand disciple is that talented. This has nothing to do with you.”

“I’m his blacksmith teacher. How does it have nothing to do with me?” Elder Derek was fuming with anger.

“Alright, fine. Let me ask you then. What blacksmith rank was my grand disciple when he first got here?”

“The fifth rank!” Elder Derek answered immediately.

“And what rank is he now?”

“The... fifth rank…” Elder Derek understood his mistaken the moment he spoke those words.

Holden looked at Elder Derek with a look of disdain.

“My grand disciple was already a fifth-rank blacksmith when he arrived, which is more than enough to show that he’s a blacksmith genius. He’s still a fifth-rank right now, which shows you’re a useless teacher. He hasn’t improved one bit.”

“Nonsense! You fucking idiot man I will kill you today if not who else would have guts to not kill you!" Elder Derek shouted and grabbed Holden my his cloth collar.

"Get your dirty hands off my clothes this is new disgusting idiot! I am speaking the truth at list with me he has grown so much not to brag," Holden said with a smug face.

“You’re my grand disciple’s master, and I’m his grand teacher. You and I are from different generations. When you see me, you should at least call me Uncle Master, if not Master. Doesn’t that mean you’re offending your senior by grabbing me? I will have you taken to the punishment hall if you would like as-"

"You old geezer I will fight you head on if I must come at me I am not-"

"Enough both of two students won't do good if you keep fighting like that plus your grand disciples are watching you guys as for you, your disciple is also watching you, if you don't be calm and quiet for at list couple hours get out alright."

The two of them glared at each other before they lowered their heads as if this mess had nothing to do with them. They glared at each other and Elder Derek stepped on Holden's feet hard before he grinned happily and he smiled with a glee look.

Bam.

Both were calm.

Elder Molly leaned in her seat with a gentle smile.

"You are the only one who can calm those two idiots."

"Those two old folks are idiots all they know how to fight."

At that moment, Ouranos and his opponent arrived on-stage. The boy that stood across from Ouranos looked far older than him, about sixteen or seventeen years old. He had an average appearance and height. The only thing that really caught Ouranos's attention was the boy’s large hands and muscular arms. He clearly had a calm disposition. His eyes had been glued to the forging table since he arrived. He didn’t spare Ouranos's a single glance.

Ouranos nodded to himself at his opponent’s behavior. As expected of the second grade! He’s definitely their best blacksmith.

This wouldn’t be an easy win for him.

“Greetings, Senior. My name is Ouranos.”

The boy finally looked at him and nodded.

“Parker, blacksmith representative of the second grade.”

Chapter end