The waterfall cascaded down, scattering droplets in all directions.
Disciples from Anhu Province and Red Lake Mist Sect were working together, assisting Ethan Chen by supplying him with weakened Demons.
As for Specters, they could not provide any.
Specters are formless and intangible; capturing them is far more difficult than killing them on the spot. Only martial practitioners with Inspiration can capture them. Otherwise, a single misstep could lead to possession—a true test of willpower.
If your will is strong, you live; if it is weak, you die. There is no third path.
"Senior Brother!"
"Here are five wolf-type Demons." Two core disciples in the Martial General Realm dragged over the dying giant wolf Demons and tossed them toward Ethan Chen.
They had already agreed on this back at registration.
Pooling the strength of the entire sect, they were determined to help Ethan Chen seize first place on the points leaderboard! After all, as a genuine Martial Lord and Fourth Coiled Dragon, Ethan truly had the qualifications to claim the top spot.
No matter what, they had to work together as one.
"Excellent."
Ethan Chen turned to meet them, his palms suffused with Solidified Core Internal Power, forming clear, tangible palm prints—even the lines on his hands were visible.
Boom!
The giant palms of Internal Power smashed the five giant wolf Demons to pieces.
Rip!
With a single palm strike, he cleaved through two struggling python-type Demons, killing them instantly.
Crack! Crack!
A heavy punch landed, killing a nearly General-class plant-type Demon.
"All of these count toward my points."
"My score is steadily climbing." Ethan Chen’s weathered eyes flashed with fierce battle intent. "I expect the other sects are doing the same."
Unfortunately, Red Lake Mist Sect lacked deep foundations.
According to the records, the sect had only risen to the status of a major martial sect twenty years ago; in every respect, it still fell short compared to the other long-established major sects.
Still—
Ethan Chen was a Martial Lord!
Even if he had only just advanced, he was still the Fourth Coiled Dragon—a powerful contender for the era’s Peerless seats.
Splash, splash.
The waterfall continued to crash against the rocks.
Dozens of Red Lake Mist Sect disciples, all dressed in simple robes accented with red, surrounded Ethan Chen who stood at the center.
"Mm."
"The Demons in this area are nearly wiped out. We’ll need to move to another zone." Ethan Chen frowned slightly, sweeping his gaze over his junior brothers.
That's right.
They were all his junior brothers.
In a martial sect, rankings among disciples are determined by strength. In ancient times, Ethan Chen would have been the senior brother of Red Lake Mist Sect. But nowadays, such archaic titles are rarely used.
After all—
Martial sects must keep up with the times!
"Everyone."
Ethan Chen slowly stood up, flicking the Demon blood from his hands. He was about to order a move to the southwest, to a new area, to continue the hunt.
Hmm?
A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he looked to the side.
"What is it?"