Rioneed: VRMMORPG

He wasn't alone, Ibro too raised his speed. He didn't reach his top speed; he just raised his speed to match his opponent. 

The first thing was to use his defensive techniques first. A grey suit had covered all his body and face, leaving only his eyes which shone like a mad man. 

After that, he used the halo defensive technique. A grayish halo appeared from his body. To those away from him, they felt he was on fire, but this fire was grayish in color. 

These changes didn't escape the masters' eyes. They felt shiver deep in their spines when they monitored this strange energy. The only one to recognize this energy was the dean. He felt shocked at first. 

He looked in disbelief towards Zroki, but he found Zroki showing an astonishing expression on his face. He knew that Ibro used the universe cultivation way, but this wasn't the universe cultivation at all. 

He didn't doubt Ibro. He started to think of other possibilities. Throughout all of this, Ibro had already exchanged simple bouts with his opponent. He was assessing his strength. 

He was at a nascent soul stage, but he was slightly weaker than the twins he fought before. After nearly ten rounds, Ibro felt bored. He then decided to use his killing move. 

He immediately unleashed his first fire sword power. At once, his sword was covered by the same grey energy as his body. 

When this cultivator tried to block this attack, Ibro used his new gale sword technique which added more grayish energy layers to the sword. This time, the addition turned the sword to move like a flash of lightning. 

That opponent couldn't even evade this fast sword. One hit was it took to kill him. While his body was falling, Ibro caught it and got its trophy in front of everyone. 

He then left the stage and didn't forget to glance over Zoka to feel satisfied with his ashen white expression.

'That's what you get when you mess with me.'

Ibro thought so while he moved down the stage. The other contenders looked at him with challenging eyes. They weren't beginners. 

They managed to assess the true strength of Ibro. The scariest thing about him was that he didn't win this fight in a forced way but in a very relaxed state.

'What other cards this kid still hides?'

This question appeared in everyone's minds. The contest continued for the first round to finish. The second round then began. 

Ibro faced another cultivator of the nascent soul stage. He killed him after playing with him for 5 rounds. He then got down the stage and kept his silence waiting for the other fights to end. 

He had gained two strong souls and also got two rings. He couldn't check the contents of these rings, but he was sure they had a lot of treasures. He continues his way unhindered till the round before the end. 

He was now in the top four. After the third match, the dean had introduced a new modification. Any cultivator can forfeit before the end of the battle. That made Ibro lose three of his precious souls. 

After the third round, everyone knew that Ibro was very strong. When Ibro entered the stage, he felt a familiar feeling towards the man in front of him. 

That cultivator was a knife cultivator who held two long curved knives in his hands. Ibro didn't know why, but he felt this round would be a thrilling one. He needed to use more of his power then.

"Anyone want to withdraw?" the dean looked at Ibro and the other cultivator as he asked both. After no one had replied, he then ordered:

"Let the fight start."

Ibro once heard him; he started to move toward his enemy in steady steps. his enemy didn't approach him, on the contrary, he retreated a few steps. While he was retreating, a fog appeared from his body. 

Ibro observed these changes while squinting his eyes. He knew why this man gave him this familiar feeling. 

He was one of those moleecians. Ibro held a deep hatred with these monsters and anyone who was related to them. He had a long history and life and death feud with them. 

He didn't take a few steps and this opponent had finished summoning the monsters. There were 10 monsters on the stage. Each monster was reaching the stage 4 monsters.

'That meant when he fused with a monster, he would reach stage 5.'

Ibro guessed the true strength of his enemy. There was a huge difference between stage 4 and 5 monsters. 

Ibro decided to use half of his strength in this fight. He would raise his speed and use at least 5 swords in his attacks. At once, the grayish suit and halo appeared around his body. 

His sword emanated the usual grayish aura. He had shown his trademark techniques, but his strength was on a whole different level from before. That enemy then instructed five monsters to block Ibro's way. 

The other monster moved in unison towards that cultivator. Ibro had a bad feeling towards that tactic. He decided to stop him from doing what he intended. He at once used 80% of his strength. 

He wasn't fooling around anymore. His sword hit the first monster. Despite its huge body and a sturdy defense, it was sent flying backward a few tens of meters. Ibro didn't stop and attacked the remaining monsters. 

He wouldn't mind killing them all, but he had no time to play with them. These were just minions. 

He aimed at their head, that cultivator. The other five monsters didn't stop in their tracks even when their comrades were sent flying with heavy wounds like this. 

Ibro reached the cultivator rapidly. He noticed the presence of a thin film of a strange layer over his body. He didn't hesitate to hit him time after time, but he couldn't even draw him back for even a single foot. 

That wasn't due to his opponent's great defenses, but due to this thin film attached to his body. His opponent just smirked at him like he was very confident in his absolute defense. 

Ibro then didn't waste time and changed his strategy. He hit the monsters who were just next to that cultivator. He managed to send two of them flying, but the other three managed to coalesce with the cultivator body.

"What regret? I have only absorbed three monsters' energy. Never mind, you are a dead person after all."

Before Ibro could make anything that cultivator body started to transform. He reached 3 stories high as his body stopped enlarging. 

Three additional pairs of hands emerged from his huge body. Each hand held a knife. Once he finished his transformation, he roared loudly.

'Stage 6 monster, that's a first for me.'

Ibro didn't slack as he started to hit that monster trying to assess his full strength. 

That monster's back had many spikes that looked curved like the knives it held. Ibro didn't raise his strength as he started to battle with this monster with just 80% of his strength.