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He knew that any cultivator might be lucky and encounter good chances in his life. He was curious to witness the battle between his former direct disciples to know their current strength, but he was disappointed. 

He gave Ibro a meaningful silent glance. Ibro understood the intentions of this dean. He wanted to give him a break to rest a little. 

Ibro wasn't really tired; instead, he wanted to fight and kill that cultivator on the stage right now. He heard everyone around him speaking about the relation between the three cultivators. 

If one of them was a moleecian monster, then all of them were. Any moleeican monster must die no matter what. He didn't know under what name or identity they were living here in this world. 

But he would search for such info later. Now, he had to kill that cultivator. He glanced at the dean then he moved towards the stage. 

While he was heading to its top, he looked at the other cultivator who had just forfeited. Even if he managed to kill the one in front of him, he still had one more monster to kill. 

He must find out a way to kill that monster. He cleared up his mind while he stood in front of that cultivator. He noticed that the cultivator had extreme confidence. 

That was weird. He should be nervous, not confident. Was he scheming something for him? Ibro felt something was fishy here, but he couldn't put his hand on it. 

He raised his vigilance towards that fight. These bastards were always scheming lovers. 

Although he knew how bad his situation would be if he revealed his true powers, if his life was threatened here then he wouldn't hesitate to use it. 

Death sorcerers had a very bad legendary reputation in this world. He stood motionless at his place while waiting for the dean order. The dean was also feeling unease. 

It was like something bad was about to happen right here right now. He tried more than once to scout these old disciples of his. There was nothing wrong with them. 

After a few seconds of deep contemplation, he decided to continue the contest. If anything wrong had happened, he would interfere at once.

"Start the fight."

Ibro this time didn't move first. He always trusted his deep feelings. There was something wrong here. He wouldn't throw himself into the unknown. His opponent didn't move as well.

"Why are you standing at your place, weak ant?"

Ibro didn't reply to him. 

He stood there in his place waiting for that cultivator to take his first move. But he continued to speak in mockery:

"I thought I could have some fun before I die, but I was wrong. How unfortunate!"

Ibro didn't know what this cultivator was talking about. In a flash, that cultivator had took out a strange shaped disc while saying:

"I know you aren't from here. We felt you when you first entered this world. we searched for you till we managed to locate you. You are very precious to us. You don't know how valuable you are."

That man continued to speak while his face changed to be like a monster. Ibro became sure of his feeling, there was something wrong here. 

That cultivator's words were strange to everyone here except for three…The dean, Ibro and the last direct disciple of the dean. 

The dean had suspected everything about Ibro when he saw his grayish spiritual power and his various techniques.

"You speak a lot but do nothing," Ibro tried to instigate his opponent to make him talk more. He felt this man knew more about his current situation than himself.

"Hahaha. You are funny. I like funny dead people."

"We haven't fought yet and you stated that both of us are doomed. That's strange, I never heard of words that can kill before.

I don't see how both of us will die before the start of the fight."

"That's also funny. You already know about the existence of killing words. I don't need to fight you to kill you. 

You are already dead," that cultivator said with strange excitement while pointing the disc in his hand towards Ibro," you have all the necessary pieces to open the portal between the two worlds. 

It's finally time to destroy everything. The prophecy finally will happen."

Ibro guessed what this cultivator, or the moleecian monster, meant. He got serious at once. He said he got all the pieces. 

He had many things in his storage ring. Suddenly he got an idea. He looked towards that cultivator who was still smiling in viciousness while saying:

"You guessed it, right? It's no use now. You have no time to do anything."

At this specific moment, five men acted at the same time. The first to act was Ibro himself. 

Once he suspected the identity of the items which the moleecian mentioned, he didn't wait for him to finish his speech. He acted as fast as he could. 

He threw his storage ring as far as he could towards a certain direction. The second to act as the other moleecian as he threw a strange shaped ball that was full of spikes towards the arena. 

The third to act was the dean who threw a hook towards Ibro. The fourth to act was Zoka who threw himself at the dean. The last to act was that moleecian monster standing in the arena. 

He threw his disc at the center of the arena. These actions of the five of them occurred nearly simultaneously with just fractions of seconds between each of them. 

The ring Ibro threw was blocked by the sudden emergence of a power field. This field appeared from the collision between the spiky ball and the disc. 

With their collision, a booming explosion occurred generating this force field. This force field didn't stop at the arena though but extended in no time towards the outside. 

The hook that was thrown by the dean managed to reach Ibro before the appearance of this force field. This hook was a way to extricate Ibro from his place to come towards the dean location. 

It was a lost artifact that he found by coincidence when he was young. This hook was magically strong as it could elongate to reach infinite length. 

All what the dean had to do was to grab the other end of the hook and he could bring anything to him. but here, he couldn't do that. He didn't have time to think about this first to occur incident. 

He had to deal with this sudden attack from Zoka. He blocked the long strong spear attack from him. That gave time for the moleecian's technique to finalize. 

The moleecian inside the force field began to show decaying signs. His body was rotten at a visible speed. He didn't scream from this severe pain he was feeling, instead, he was laughing crazily.

"You won't be able to escape from here. When I finally die, this curse will be fully activated. This area will open a portal to the guarding world of this universe. 

We have already amassed boundless armies in this world. They will keep flooding here until they kill you. You should feel proud, universe traveler. Your life will be the key to destroy this world and your world."