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The First Legendary Demonic Scholar

Chapter 86: Establishing Superiority
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Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Establishing Superiority

The sound of the door open startled the four servants inside and they all snapped their heads towards the door.

The sound of the door echoed softly through the room.

All four servants instinctively turned toward the entrance.

"..."

The doorway was empty.

Only the wooden door continued to sway slightly on its hinges.

"...Did the wind open it?" one of them frowned.

"There wasn’t anyone there."

The servant with the shaved head scratched the back of his neck.

"I could’ve sworn someone came in."

"Hmph." The tallest among them snorted. "You’re seeing ghosts."

One after another, they turned back toward the bed they had been arguing over.

"..."

The argument stopped.

All four pairs of eyes widened.

Someone was already standing beside the bed.

The young man calmly placed his identity token onto the small wooden table before setting down his robes and library pass as though he had lived there for years.

"..."

Silence filled the room.

"W-What the hell?!" one of them finally shouted.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

"When did you get in here?!"

"How did you get behind us?"

Only one servant remained completely silent.

His face had already turned pale.

He had been standing closest to the door.

He knew exactly where everyone had been positioned.

There was absolutely no way anyone could have entered the room without brushing past one of them.

Yet...

None of them had sensed a thing.

Impossible...

His heartbeat unconsciously quickened.

Four Qi Condensation cultivators...

Two of us are already in the Third Stage...

How...?

A cold chill slowly crawled up his spine.

Without realizing it...

He instinctively took a step backwards.

Shen Yuan didn’t even bother looking at them.

He casually unfolded the clean bedsheet before laying it neatly across the mattress.

Only then did he speak.

"I’m taking this bed."

His tone was calm.

Almost lazy.

"You four can fuck off."

"..."

For a moment...

Nobody said anything.

The tallest servant’s face immediately twisted with rage.

"The hell did you just say?"

He stepped forward.

"Do you even know who you’re talking to?"

Shen Yuan continued smoothing the wrinkles from the blanket. "Someone who clearly lacks common sense."

The servant laughed coldly.

"So you’re looking for trouble." Another servant sneered.

"You think because you sneaked into the room you’ve become some kind of expert?"

"You must be new."

"We’ve been living here for months."

"This bed belongs to us."

By now, Shen Yuan was already done unpacking. He placed the huge axe he had brought and rested against his bedrest and looked up.

There was a reason everyone was so eager to get this bed.

The remaining four beds looked absolutely miserable.

The wooden frames leaned to one side.

The mattresses had sunk so deeply that they looked more like hammocks than beds.

The sheets...

Were stained with colors Shen Yuan had absolutely no interest in identifying.

One blanket even had several suspicious burn marks.

Another carried an odor that seemed capable of killing insects from several meters away.

It was also the reason, Shen Yuan wanted the bed for himself.

"What if I don’t want to give you this bed?" Shen Yuan stared them coldly in their eyes without any emotions in his eyes.

The three servants immediately circulated the qi inside their dantians.

A faint pressure filled the room.

Only the fourth servant remained rooted where he stood.

"..."

He quietly looked at Shen Yuan before lowering his head.

"What’s wrong with you?" the tallest servant noticed his actions and frowned.

"Are you scared already?"

The silent servant slowly shook his head.

"...I’m out."

Without another word, he walked toward one of the filthy beds in the corner.

He pulled the stained blanket aside and calmly began arranging his belongings.

"..."

The other three stared at him in disbelief.

"...What?"

"You’re seriously giving up?"

The silent servant didn’t even answer.

"Coward!" another servant spat.

"I knew you never had any backbone."

"Forget him." The tallest servant cracked his knuckles before glaring at Shen Yuan. "You’re just a new Senior Servant."

"We’ve been here for months."

"It’s about time your seniors taught you some respect."

The three of them simultaneously lowered their centers of gravity.

Qi slowly gathered beneath their feet.

One raised both fists.

Another drew a short saber.

While the last one started circulating qi in palm in a rotational manner.

Woos—

But before he could finish, Shen Yuan flickered from his position and appeared before the two servants standing in the front.

Bang!

He raised both of his hands and struck in their stomach at the same time.

Bang!

The two punches landed almost simultaneously.

Neither contained any fancy technique.

Only pure strength reinforced by qi.

The servant wielding the saber felt his stomach cave inward before his feet left the ground.

"Blargh!"

Blood sprayed from his mouth as he slammed into the wall.

The second servant fared no better.

His eyes rolled backward as the punch folded him in half.

The rotational qi gathered in his palm dispersed instantly.

Thud!

Both men collapsed onto the floor, unconscious before they even understood what had happened.

"..."

The entire room fell silent.

The tallest servant’s pupils shrank. He had the highest cultivation of them all, third stage of Qi Condensation Realm. Same as the servant who backed away form the fight.

Shen Yuan moved again, this time he used a technique as well. ’Vanishing Steps.’

"...Where?!"

The servant instinctively spun around.

A cold arm suddenly wrapped around his neck from behind.

Click.

One hand locked beneath his chin.

The other pressed against the back of his head.

A perfect chokehold.

The servant’s entire body stiffened.

His breathing instantly became difficult.

Shen Yuan leaned close enough for his voice to brush against the man’s ear.

"So..."

"Would you rather I use my arms..."

"...or my axe?"

Shen Yuan did not even have the axe in his hands but for some reason, the servant got the illusion he did.

Predator’s Gaze.

Cold sweat instantly poured down the servant’s back.

"I..." His eyes widened in realization but unfortunately. He was too stubborn to admit his defeat.

"C-Coward!"

"You attacked us before we were ready!"

"What kind of martial ethics are those?!"

"You launched a sneak attack!"

"You—"

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