The Strongest Businessman

Dylan walked in as usual and was greeted by the maids and butlers of the Premier Hall. He waved back at them with a faint smile which flustered all the maids. He quickly made way to the topmost floor and entered Azelmek\'s office.

As soon as Dylan entered, he greeted, "Goodmorning, Master. Goodmorning, Uncle Sheldon."

"Goodmorning, Dylan." Azelmek and Sheldon replied with a forced smile.

Dylan saw Azelmek and Sheldon with a grim faces. He knew that something was wrong, "You both look strangely bothered. Is something the matter?"

Sheldon looked at Dylan with a sorry expression, "The sect leaders that Ganku brought in have all been killed."

"What?! How did that happen? I thought that they were already imprisoned here." Dylan was shocked by this news. He heard from Mary that Ganku already took the sect leaders to Premier Hall for temporary detainment. The sect leaders were important witness for the destruction of the Panther Clan.

Azelmek shook his head and replied, "Gankuu had indeed brought the sect leaders to the Premier Hall. But they were only able to reach the doorstep of the Premier Hall."

Dylan suddenly remembered the crater outside the entrance, "You mean that crater? They were killed by that attack?"

Sheldon nodded and told him everything. "Yes. According to the witness report, Ganku was walking on the small flight of stairs with the sect leaders in front of the Premier Hall. But, suddenly, a person at the early Origin Transmutation jumped out of nowhere and screamed "I am sorry" then detonated himself. With the cultivation of the sect leaders sealed, they were quickly destroyed by the detonation. Fortunately, Ganku reacted swiftly and managed to create a forcefield around them which shielded the innocent bystanders. But with no protection for himself, he was severely injured and is currently in critical condition."

"This must be the work of Gayolei! He sent that guy to eliminate the sect leaders to wipe out his tracks! Have you not investigated this matter yet?" After hearing what heppened, Dylan immediately knew that it was Gayolei. Otherwise, who would desperately get rid of such evidences other than the instigator himself?

Azelmek gritted his teeth and grimly said, "We have. We already identified the name of the cultivator who detonated himself. His name was Chris Longbottom. It seemed like he had a poor family and was trying to make a living for them. His daughter who was barely tweleve was diagnosed with a rare disease. But, he could not find a stable job that could fund him to cure his daughter. According to his wife, an envelope suddenly appeared on their doorstep. After reading it, her husband left alone and returned the day after with 50,000 gold coins at hand! After which, he quickly left. They only heard of him doing this suicide bombing."

"How could he be this inhuman!" Even the normally calm Dylan felt his blood boiling from anger because of such inhumane acts. He despised such use of vile tactics and carelessness of human life. \'So what if he was at the peak of Mortal Severing?! How can he use the lives of the innocent like chess pieces!\'

"I did not think that Gayolei would be this vicous! He really deserves to rot in hell!" Sheldon cursed also. He and Azelmek naturally knew of the conflict between Dylan and Gayolei so how could he not deduce that the person who did this was Gayolei.

"But we can\'t do anything against him without proper evidence because of the laws of Thundercloud Guards. The surviving sect leaders should definitely have some transactions with Gayolei in documents within their storage rings but they have been killed along with their belongings. Thus, destroying all feasible evidences against him. I have known him to be vicious and ruthless but I never expected him to use human life as he please!" Azelmek clenched his fist with fervor.

\'The Thundercloud Marshal Paladin and the Thundercloud Guards are indeed troublesome. Azelmek could just command the entire Premier Hall to crush the Panther Clan if it were not for them.\' Dylan covered his mouth as he thought. Sadly, the cultivation world that he got transported to was not crude and has already lived with laws they have abided for.

\'Even Azelmek admitted that if he and the Marshal Paladin fought, he might have upper hand but it would be difficult for him to beat him. Thus, he could only follow the rules.\' Dylan remembered suddenly.

A confident smile appeared below the cover of his hands, \'But this is much more exhilirating this way. Although borrowing other people\'s might to destroy Gayolei would help me save some effort. Crushing him using my wits and abilities is a far better.\'

"It\'s fine. In the future, I will deal with Gayolei myself. Master, let\'s continue training." Dylan was able to quickly contain his emotions after silently using his calming breathing exercise.

"Are you sure?" Azelmek asked in worry. Although he was confident that Dylan could take on Azelmek in the future with his heaven defying X-grade Talent, he was afraid Dylan might overestimate himself and challenge Gayolei prematurely leading to his untimely demise.

With his current speed, it would at least take Dylan seven years before he is able to reach the Magnate Lord Realm. It would take him another year to reach the peak of the Magnate Lord Realm. So, Azelmek wanted him to train slowly to accumulate enough strength to defeat Gayolei in the future.

"From the look on Master\'s face, Master fears that I might challenge Gayolei early on before fully maturing, right?" Dylan quickly saw through his master\'s thoughts and gave him a calm smile.

"It seems like you read me." Azelmek wryly smiled as he indirectly admitted.

"You don\'t have to worry about that. Do I really look like somebody who acts foolhardy and impulsively? I am certain that Master knows my personality by now." Dylan gave him a meaningful smile whilst talking.

"You\'re right. I must be getting old for thinking such things." Azelmek immediately understood his mistake. After training Dylan for the past few weeks, he knew how patient and persevering this young man can be. He knew that one cannot attribute all of his disciples achievements to his talents alone. Because without an unyielding and ambitious spirit, how can one ever reach the peak?

"Come on, Master. I have a lot of things to ask you with regards to my techniques." Dylan smiled as he turned around and exit the room.

\'To protect my family... To never to be looked down upon... To never feel weekness again... I just need to become stronger than anyone!\' Dylan knew that in this world only strength would reign supreme. If he had strength, would Gayolei bully him and his family? If he had strength, would he need to follow these laws? In the end of the day, it all comes down to strength.

...

In the Training Grounds of Premier Hall...

The sounds of fists colliding and kicks cancelling each other accompanied by the shouting of two combatants. Another exchange occured, the one with the weaker force was forced several meters back while the man who gained the upper hand did not allow any room for rest and quickly attacked. The person at the disadvantage was Dylan and the person he was fighting was Allen.

Dylan was currently fighting against Allen in the conditions of not using martial arts. It was to strengthen Dylan\'s martial arts usage, battle sense and combat adaptability.

\'Uncle Allen is really amazing but I won\'t Dylan lose that easily.\' Dylan was still in mid-air and was just about to touch the ground as Allen dashed towards him but he did not back down at Allen\'s onslaught. He quickly adjusted his body in a crouching position and used the resultant force of the previous exchange to roll backwards when he hit the ground.

Using his hands, he pushed the ground to propel himself backwards once more. Doing such astounding movements, not only enlarged the gap between him and Allen, he was also able to quickly retain his balance and resume a proper fighting pose.

"Oh!" Azelmek and Sheldon who was watching on the sidelines could not help but exclaim in surprise. Even Allen who was fighting Dylan was amazed by how Dylan responded to that situation.

"His ability to adapt has greatly improved ever since he first started training. I initially thought that he would just wait for Allen to close the distance and defend against his attacks. Who would have thought he managed himself splendidly and stabilise his footing like that." Sheldon praised Dylan.

"Indeed, he has. Although he was still lacking in experience when he came here, his ability to stay calm and think quickly in a battle really helped him with his spars against you and Allen. Now, with your pressure, he is able to calmly respond and utilize his skills more profficiently." Azelmek nodded

All of them thought, \'This youngster just keeps amazing us everytime.\'

After Dylan regained his footing, he dashed forward and closed the distance between him and Allen which Azelmek and Sheldon did not expect him to do.

...

"I thought he would first maintain that distance to rest for a while before attacking once more. Why did he suddenly initiate an attack?" Sheldon rubbed his chin with a frown.

"Knowing him, he won\'t do anything that impulsive. Let\'s just wait and see for now." Azelmek was also confused but he still viewed the match with concentration.

...

Even when he was still a bit far, Dylan actually initiated a kick with his right feet and aimed at Allen\'s body.

\'Aiming for my body? Unfortunately, you kicked too early.\' Allen crouched and leveled his to the kick very quickly. He assumed a cross arm block to defend against the kick. He was aiming to grab a hold of Dylan\'s foot and slam him down with a throw.

But, suddenly, Dylan\'s kick tilted from it\'s original path and landed on the ground causing the dust to explode and creating a smokescreen. Now, it was rather hard for Allen to see with his eyes as dust entered it.

...

"So that\'s what he was aiming for. That explains why he kicked so widely." Sheldon realized Dylan\'s intentions after.

"He was aiming to remove Allen\'s sight. Very clever." Azelmek nodded approvingly of how Dylan effectively used his surroundings.

...

But beeing removed of his sight, does not mean that Allen could not fight. He was a few hundred years old and has trained himself even with his eyes closed. \'Crafty kid. But I know where your attack is going to be!\'

With his position, the most likely attack that Dylan was going to attack his unguarded backside and would most certainly hit the location of his head. \'But I know for sure that you won\'t hit the most obvious spot because I taught you!\'

And just like he predicted, Dylan\'s kick did not indeed the back side of his head instead, he aimed for the original spot he aimed earlier. When Dylan\'s right foot hit the ground, after dragging it for few more inches, he switched his center of gravity to his right foot and twisted his body counter clock wise to create a kick with both power and momentum.

But, sadly, his attack was read by Allen and was perfectly blocked. Now, Dylan\'s foot was locked by Allen\'s powerful grip. Dylan\'s powerful kick pushed the dust away and cleared the battle ground.

Allen smiled as he praised Dylan, "Wonderfully executed, Young Master Dylan. However, this old man predicted your attack. You\'ve lost."

But when the dust fully settled, Allen was stunned as he suddenly felt the foot on his hands become heavier which also lowered his arms, leaving his face unguarded. He was in shock why something like that happened so abruptly. But when he witnessed Dylan\'s body already above him, he quickly knew why.

Dylan had once again changed the center of gravity to his right foot and by doing so, he lifted himself to the air. He quickly rotated his body vertically and initiated another full powered kicked! The only difference this time is that even Allen could not guard in time.

"Like how you predicted my attack, I also predicted your block. You\'ve lost, Uncle Allen." Dylan said as his kick landed on Allen\'s head which caused a loud boom!

"Indeed, I have." Allen smiled as he accepted his defeat. A crater and dust cloud appeared because of the great force that Dylan\'s kick contained.