The Strongest Businessman 84 Chapter 84: You Should Have Listened

"Give me the technique right now or you will experience a life worse than death!" The elder continued as he pointed his sword to Dylan's neck.

Dylan remained unfl.u.s.tered and stood there calmly with a smile as he asked, "I can give you the technique but I must warn you those who are unworthy will meet an unfortunate end."

"Hahahaha, what do you mean unworthy? What wills of the ancestors? Hahaha they are all nothing but s.h.i.t! Those old fools are dead while I am living! How could I be unworthy when I myself am alive and well?" The elder said disdainly with wave of his sleeves. He exuded the strength of a 4th level Breaking Demarcation Realm when he slowly floated to the sky!

This elder did not believe in the afterlife. He was an existencialist and believed that the living and the dead would never intersect. That's why he was filled with confidence when he besmirched the name of the four kings.

"Second Elder Migurs! Restrain your arrogance!" A female commanded. She did not find it pleasing that Migurs unfetteredly spoke and soiled the great name of their ancestors.

When the crowd shifted their attention to this female, they immediately identified who she was. She was the current schoolmaster of the Three Clouds School, Adrianna Nick. She was a great beauty with a face of a fairy and the figure of an hourgla.s.s. She was the type of beauty which was definitely pleasing to the eyes.

"Schoolmaster, you don't have to be afraid of this man's sophistry. How can we believe the words of a youth?! How are we not sure that he is trying to trick us in order to hog the astounding techniques for himself?!" Migurs asked Schoolmaster Adrianna ferociously.

A portion of the crowd was starting to realize that he maybe right. Though there have been legends and myths about deceased experts who could still linger in the realm of the living be leaving behind strands of consciousness or wills, they have never seen incarnations have their own sense of free will that they would be capable of speech and action.

The incarnations of the four Thundercloud Kings earlier was more of a projection since it only enacted the duties that were left behind to them by their real selves. From its actions, the onlookers speculated that they were without sentinence.

"Hahaha, how humiliating! To let a kid slap your faces in front of the public?! Hahaha, you were even scared because of the taunts of this kid?! Since you are all too chicken to make a move, I'll gladly take this opportunity and take the technique for my using. Hahaha!" Second Elder Migurs laughingly continued his arrogance. He was preparing to attack when Dylan started to touch the storage ring.

The objects​ that Dylan got from his storage ring were two books! He held them on his two hands. One was in a perfectly good condition like it was newly written while the other was a tattered old book with scratches on it.

"Since you won't heed my warnings, I won't stop you from doing what you want. Here are the two books. To prove that they are authentic, this foundation diagram should be enough, no?" Dylan nonchalantly presented the first page of the two books as each one was held up by each of his hands to be presented to the audience.

The crowd immediately recognized the two diagrams! They were the diagrams that appeared above the test center and was also sucked into it.

The two books seemed as though they were resonating with the surrounding energy and influencing it to flow peculiarly. Watching this happen, the crowd was confident that those two books were authentic and of true origin.

Dylan who was holding the two books reminisced the time where he was being transported outside of the test center. A flash of light suddenly shot to his storage ring and by the time he got out, he checked out what it was only to find out that it was a complete copy of the Thundercloud Monarch Art.

"Now that's more like it! Hahaha, now! Now, present it to this n.o.ble!" Migurs brazenly laughed.

Seeing the book, Elder Migurs' eyes were suddenly lighting up as greed shrouded his mind as he slowly landed on the ground. He knew the great power that those two books held.

He was just going to get his hands on the books when more than a dozen shadows moved without notice and attacked him.

"Hahaha, Migurs, Do you really think that you would be the one to get the techniques?! You must be dreaming! The only one who is fit to cultivate such battle techniques is me!" A voluptuous woman talked with disdain to Second Elder Migurs. This woman wore luxurious clothing and makeup which made her appear like an extravagant mistress of a family.

"Ryssa, you vixen! Stop meddling and just sit back and watch like what a good b.i.t.c.h would do!" Migurs got enraged when he was intervened by this woman.

Ryssa Banks was from the family of Mystical Magnates which owns the Patron Banks which has spread all throughout the country, the Banks Family. However, she was only the clan head of the branch family within the city.

"How dare you call me a vixen and a b.i.t.c.h, you senile old fool! You should be thankful that my boys and I are more interested in getting the books than dealing with you." Ryssa harrumphed at Migurs.

*Swoosh*

*Ting**Kiting**Ting*

*Crash**Boom*

Sounds of blades clashing and spirit energy exploding were heard after the argument of the two. The men that Ryssa had with her was also fighting with some other from three different powers.

"Ienuseus! Karis! Sorin! What do you think you're doing maneuvering your men against mine!" Ryssa Banks screeched with fury at the two women and one man who was leading the group opposing his men.

"Hahaha, Ryssa, we'll take the inheritance now. Thank you very much. Hahahah!" A beautiful black-haired woman sarcastically laughed as she and the other two ran towards Dylan who was holding the two books.

"Karin, you witch! You think I'll let you!" Ryssa rushed towards Dylan as well.

"f.u.c.k it!" Migurs also dashed at full throttle to Dylan.

As for the other powers except the powers who were at the Top 10 of the city, a large majority of them rushed towards Dylan while the few that was left gave up due to the strong compet.i.tion. Some attacked others while others defended themselves from the ambushes. Some even disregarded the fighting and charged to where Dylan was or put up a blockade and stop the forces of the various powers.

"Guards, a.s.semble! Restrain and suppress the offenders!" Lancelot who lead an entire army of cultivators shouted with a command as the guards charged and tried to suppress the chaos which was currently happening.

From Ryssa's intervention until the mayhem that was currently happening, it had only been a minute, only one single minute. The commoners and the members of the weaker powers were all shocked as they saw the chaos unfold right before their eyes.

The Top 10 powers on the other hand was doing their best to restrain the elders and disciples with spiritual transmission because as the strongest few they still had to maintain their superior image towards the public.

...

"Sir, why aren't we making a move for the technique, my lord?" A middle-aged man wearing a butler's uniform inquired to his master.

"That's because I and the 9 others have sensed something that doesn't feel right." The old man who had luscious black hair said to the butler.

"What makes feel as so, my lord?" The butler inquired once more.

"The nonchalance of that young man named Dylan Ford." The old man sternly looked at Dylan as though he was trying to see through him.

"..." The butler looked at Dylan as well but his expression was of confusion. It was as if he was unable to completely see through this young man.

...

Within a minute, the entire square was in disorder. Dylan was still as nonchalant as before as he placed the two books on the ground with the Thundercloud Monarch Art at the top and the Tyrannical Thunderbolt Clouds Art below it. He took five steps back from where he used to stand. He turned around and slowly walked to a peculiar direction.

Seconds after he left it on the ground, the short distance of 10 or so meters was instantly covered by the countless experts fighting for the books. However, only one person was able to get the Heaven Rank Techniques and it was the Second Elder Migurs who used a forbidden technique in order to increase his speed by 3 times it's normal limit.

"Hahahaha, finally the techniques are mine!!!" Migurs laughed with his greed overflowing from his expression​ while he jerked his feet and continually used the forbidden technique to escape and flee from the city.

"Kill him!!!!" The countless sects, families and schools were all rushing towards Migurs. They wanted to kill him in order to have the two techniques for themselves but the distance between them and him was increasing with every pa.s.sing second.

"You'll never catch me!! HAHAHAHA!!" Migurs hysterically laughed as he exited the n.o.ble Test Center northbound while he killed numerous experts who barred his way.

Suddenly, four torrents of lightning from four different origins rained down upon Migurs. The size of the four lightnings was even slightly bigger than the Grand Rising Lightning!

"WHAT?!?! NOOOO!!!!" Migurs and those around him were killed viciously by the four lightnings which sealed any path of retreat. He and the others was completely grinded into nothingness. There was not even ash to commemorate him. There was only stillness and quietness as a young man calmly walked to the resultant 1 meter deep crater from the devastating lightning.

When he reached the center, he crouched down and picked up two books which was shockingly not even destroyed despite being inside the range of calamity of the four lightnings!

He cleaned off the dust from the books as he softly said, "You should have listened to me. Those unworthy will meet an unfortunate end."