My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 534 - 374: Sword Qi Condenses the Stele_1

Chapter 534: Chapter 374: Sword Qi Condenses the Stele_1

A cultivator performed a flying escape divine skill and took to the sky, but had barely risen three feet before falling heavily back down: "There’s a prohibition in the void, flying escape is impossible!"

The cultivators were at a loss, chattering anxiously, "What do we do now!"

But Master Owen Bertram was calm and unhurried, raising his hand to release Jerry Gourd.

The gourd radiated a strong, bright golden light, quickly expanding as soon as it left the master’s palm and transforming into a mountain-like weight, crashing onto the surface of the water with a loud rumble.

The impoverished cultivators noticed that the water from all around surged towards them, automatically condensing into waves and splashing onto the gourd with a patter. The water that could dissolve magical instruments shattered upon hitting the gourd, leaving it safe and sound as it floated on the river.

The impoverished cultivators were overjoyed and hurriedly climbed aboard. Owen Bertram stood at the highest point of the gourd’s mouth, looking forward against the wind, seeing that the beasts had already charged close, numbering about three hundred!

"Squeak—"

The leading little beast let out a strange cry and leaped out of the water, its four claws simultaneously attacking Owen Bertram.

Owen Bertram flicked his fingers, sending a sword qi flying out and striking the airborne little beast, but it only made a ting sound as if two flying swords were clashing in the air.

Owen Bertram was only using one of the Ten Top-Grade Flying Sword Techniques, which allowed him to freely control sword qi.

The little beast fell back into the river with a splash, but more of the beasts rushed out from the water. Master Owen Bertram continually flicked his fingers, instantly filling the surface of the river with crisscrossing sword qi, weaving a large net that repelled all of the little beasts without fail.

"Master is mighty!" Bart’s face was full of joy as he flattered, overjoyed to find the feeling they had in the Zombie Cave: We only need to follow behind the master and cheer him on!

Owen Bertram dealt with them gracefully, his eyes deep as he looked at the river ahead, feeling puzzled: This is a bit too much!

Master Owen knew very well the combat power he had now, which was roughly the fighting capabilities of a Fifth Realm, Third Meal cultivator. In other words, entering this first level of Eden Cave required the level of a Fifth Realm, Third Meal cultivator to cope. Moreover, it was still unsure whether this level could pass the first test.

How could this be?

Owen Bertram was not being arrogant, but were the past students of Merton Academy really that strong? If the first test of Eden Cave was so difficult, how did they pass it historically?

Was it because he brought a hundred impoverished cultivators, making Eden Cave raise the difficulty for the team, or was there another reason? Owen Bertram couldn’t judge for the time being.

But one thing was certain: both he and the hundred impoverished cultivators had been separately isolated upon entering, unable to see any other cultivators around. It seemed that the other cultivators also experienced being separated into individual "environments."

Owen Bertram smiled carelessly, urging Jerry Gourd to surge forward.

The little beasts were originally planning to besiege them, but they were all dealt with by just one person. Not only that, the opponent also took the initiative to launch an attack, rushing forward! The little beasts were furious and cried out in chaos, surrounding the gourd and continuously pouncing on it. But Owen Bertram didn’t tangle with them; Jerry Gourd roared and accelerated, scattering the several hundred little beasts on the spot.

Dozens of little beasts directly facing Jerry Gourd’s attack were shattered into pure sword qi with a loud pop and dissipated into the surrounding air. After a while, they gradually condensed from the nearby river water. They raised their heads and saw that Jerry Gourd had already charged several hundred feet away and hurriedly chased after it with angry squeaks.

Jerry Gourd himself was extremely hard and feared no erosion from the sword qi in the water. Moreover, Owen Bertram controlled him to move at swift speed, leaving the little beasts far behind!

The little beasts became restless, diving underwater for a wild chase, and emerged near the gourd to attack, only to be met with a flurry of sword qi, which came crashing down on them, knocking them back into the water.

By the time they emerged again, the gourd was already several hundred feet ahead. The little beasts shouted in confusion and anger.

But the next move by the hateful fellow was even worse. He raised both hands, flickering his fingers repeatedly, and numerous sword qi shot out in the form of winding lights, weaving a large net that enveloped all the little beasts!

Whoosh—

The sword qi tightened, and the three hundred little beasts were caught by the web, all suspended high above the river’s surface.

Owen Bertram gave a faint smile, one hand holding the net, while the other spread out, countless tiny sword qi dancing and rising from his palm like a shower of bull hair needles, dispersing in all directions into the river water, leaving no stone unturned.

After a cup of tea’s time, Owen Bertram’s brows raised: "I’ve found you!"

He stomped his foot, and the Jerry Gourd beneath him turned bravely and swiftly, crashing into the side of the mountain wall.

"Ah!" The impoverished cultivators jumped in surprise. But the anticipated impact and fall into the water did not happen; the mountain wall and the water beneath their feet disappeared simultaneously, leaving them in place, only now a slender, dexterous flying sword faced off against Master Owen Bertram across the air, with electric light twining around it.

Owen Bertram did not immediately strike, but instead tried to communicate with the other party: "Why are you targeting me?"

The flying sword’s response was the electric light on its blade suddenly intensifying with crackling bursts of energy. The blade flashed and stabbed towards Owen Bertram’s shoulder!

Around Owen Bertram, countless bull-hair-needle-like sword qi gathered like lightning, layer upon layer surrounding the flying sword. The flying sword forcefully shattered thousands of tiny sword qi, but there were just too many of them. Eventually, at a distance of three feet from Owen Bertram, the sword qi clustered together, preventing the flying sword from advancing any further.