Summit Farmer
Chapter 1144 Who’s Afraid of Who_1

Chapter 1144: Chapter 1144 Who’s Afraid of Who_1

"You are no match for him!" In a distant place, a man and a woman stood side by side. The man was a sinister middle-aged man, and the woman was as beautiful as a flower, truly alluring at first glance. The middle-aged man looked at the fallen Maverick Clarkson, and then at the woman whose face was already full of murderous intent, and said a sentence.

"He killed my two brothers!"

"That was the Arena Platform. What do you want to do about it? Elders are not to intervene!"

The middle-aged man snorted.

"You won’t help me?"

"We must take our time with this matter. It’s impossible for today. You also know that anyone who dares to disrupt the Arena Platform matches is violating the Sect Rules!" The middle-aged man, only at an intermediate stage in the Immortal Realm in terms of cultivation, was actually among the lower echelon within the Immortal Sect. Of course, he dared not violate the Sect Rules, not even for this woman, who was his newly wedded third wife, Lady Susan.

Besides, seeing the Immortal Artifacts that Peter Brown kept producing, the middle-aged man was secretly alarmed and not very confident he could kill Peter standing here.

"I must kill him!"

The woman was relying on this man. Of course, she knew her own situation. Even with the man’s help, her cultivation would at most be at the early stage of the Energy Gathering Layer. Peter Brown could kill someone from the Peak-Ascension-Level. It would be useless for her to go up against him.

"Husband Lord, you must avenge me!"

The woman coaxed and pleaded with the middle-aged man.

"Rest assured, I will definitely help you!"

At this moment, what the middle-aged man was thinking about was getting his hands on those Immortal Artifacts from Peter Brown. Rough estimates suggested that Peter’s Immortal Artifacts were worth tens of thousands of immortal coins, which was not a small sum. Moreover, he had killed several people and obtained their storage bags, so he must have some valuable items on him. Killing Peter Brown would indeed be a lucrative affair.

While the two of them were speaking, Peter Brown was sitting there somewhat bored.

The Arena Platform competition lasted for two days, and those sitting on the Arena Platform were not allowed to leave during that time. If they were hungry, they could only consume Pigu Pills.

After swallowing a Pigu Pill, Peter Brown glanced at the lively fighting scene around him again and took out the Short Sword he had obtained.

Upon inspection, the Short Sword turned out to be a Fourth Grade Immortal Artifact, a rank higher than his own Immortal-binding Rope.

Though just one rank higher, such an Immortal Artifact was remarkable in the Immortal Realm.

Peter Brown then wondered, how come Maverick Clarkson hadn’t been able to wield this Short Sword?

After erasing Maverick’s imprint and marking it with his own, information about the sword was transmitted to Peter Brown’s Brain Domain.

Cold Light Sword, Fourth Grade, upgradable.

Upon closer examination, Peter Brown finally understood the situation. Such a grade of Short Sword could fully unleash its power only when the cultivator’s cultivation had reached a certain height. Those with lower cultivation could refine it into their Immortal Sword. However, the power it could unleash would only be equivalent to that of their cultivation level.

Maverick Clarkson did refine it as his Immortal Sword, but with only a cultivation at the Spiritual Realm, the Cold Light Sword could only exert the power of the Spiritual Realm. Even if Clarkson consumed Elixirs to upgrade his cultivation, the Cold Light Sword, having been refined at the Spiritual Realm, would not recognize the forcibly enhanced cultivation.

No wonder!

Realizing this, Peter Brown felt a stroke of luck. If Maverick Clarkson had truly possessed a high-rank cultivation, just this Short Sword alone would have been enough to take his life.

A drop of blood soaked into the Cold Light Sword, and Peter Brown, regardless of what others thought, began the Refining process right there.

The onlooking crowd had been paying attention to Peter Brown’s situation. Seeing that the youngster was sitting there starting to Refine, they could only smile bitterly. Nobody dared to rush forward and challenge Peter Brown to a battle.

Time ticked by, and Peter Brown had finished the refining, only to see that the Short Sword had been collected into the center of the Elixir Sea to be nourished.

A few hours had passed.

When he opened his eyes and looked around, Peter saw that the various challenges had already entered a critical phase.

With the last challenge completed, the host announced loudly, "The top 100 have been determined. Those sitting on the Arena Platform now possess a mansion, which is no ordinary house, but one connected to the mountain’s Immortal power. Cultivating inside is ten times more effective than outside. Congratulations to you all!"

At this point, Peter also understood what kind of mansion was at stake in the competition. Indeed, it was not an ordinary house but a mansion full of Immortal power. The place he currently lived was probably not a true mansion, but rather slightly better than a slum, perhaps.

Regardless, Peter had secured the right to reside in a mansion for a month.

The host continued, "Tomorrow will be the battle for the top 100. The top ten will shed their Chore Disciple status and become provisional disciples of the Immortal Sect. I hope you all rest well and strive to make it into the top ten."

What a development!

As Peter looked towards those sitting on the Arena Platform, he could see their eagerness to compete.

It seemed he couldn’t rest today; he had to prepare once more.

Peter knew that although becoming a provisional disciple wasn’t the same as being an official disciple, since there was a strict rule that one couldn’t become an official disciple without reaching the Immortal Realm, being a provisional disciple was still a significant upgrade from being a Chore Disciple. One could access more resources for cultivation. He simply had to vie for that quota.

As everyone left, Peter stood up to see Maddy Wright and the others approaching with complex expressions.

"What’s your situation?" Peter had been so focused on his own affairs that he was unaware of their final results and had not seen them enter the top 100.

Sighing, Maddy’s face revealed a look of dejection as he said, "I didn’t expect there to be so many strong competitors!"

Louis also sighed and said, "We were too weak!"

What had been confidence for the few was now replaced with grim expressions.

"Push on!" Peter knew that whatever he said now was pointless. In the Immortal Sect, it was all about strength. If it wasn’t for his multitude of tactics today, he would have been eliminated by the carefully orchestrated ambush from the Clarkson Clan.

"Congratulations to you!"

His companions still congratulated Peter for making it into the top 100.

Juan Armstrong gave a wry smile and said, "Why didn’t you share your many tactics sooner? Had I known, I would have bet on your victory. Now, look, I lost!"

Maddy’s eyes shone as he said, "I bet a hundred. Not too bad, I had some gains."

At this point, everyone’s gaze turned back to Peter. Juan said, "You bet nearly ten thousand on yourself!"

Maddy suddenly leapt up and said, "Quick, check the odds!"

Juan replied, "No need to check; I’ve already seen them. Peter’s odds for victory were twenty-one to one. That means if he bet ten thousand, he would win 210,000!"

The way everyone looked at Peter changed yet again, thinking to themselves that this was truly a winner in life!

Peter smiled and said, "Alright, I’ll lend each of you ten thousand as a fund for your growth. When you have grown stronger, you can pay me back." Peter knew that times were hard for everyone and they were all in this together, so he was willing to help them out.