"Sound exciting Master, how do we do that?" Bob also started to become excited, he isn't the one that refuses the offer of having the privilege of face slapping someone.
"Just do some extravagant things in the event, make it big," Saitama said.
"HAHA, piece of cake! You instruct this immortal to show how grand and magnificent he is? For my whole life, grand and magnificent is what I am made of if you think of the word magnificent, awesome, unbelievable and outstanding everyone will immediately think of me." Bob stood up, pointed at everyone and guffawed.
"Sit down, cut that crap," Saitama warned.
"Yes, Master." Bob immediately complied as he sat like an obedient child.
Mittle was still finding this a bit ridiculous, this bald monk is the master of a peak golden core formation?
She was completely aware of how strong the battle prowess of a low-rank golden core formation alone, much more for a peak one.
The Sect Master of her Sect, Dancing Sword, was a rank 9 golden core formation, one of the top experts in this kingdom, only below King Behemoth himself, a quasi-diamond core formation, the strongest man in his land.
In the past Macta's Strongest Youth Disciple, an event that will determine who will take on the title of 'Macta's Strongest Youth' which represents the whole younger generation of the kingdom and be proclaimed as the strongest of their generation, The 8 Sect Sect Masters once sparred to for the entertainment of the event.
Her Sect Master, Dancing Sword, sparred with the Sect Master of the Hero Sect which resulted in a draw. But the fight itself can only be described as otherworldly and earth-shaking. The fight looked like the battle of the giants, the heavens were screaming and the earth is trembling, every spectator of the sparring can only feel a cold shiver going through their spine. The fight was considered as only a light sparring, but can still showcase such tremendous might from the golden core formation duo, one could not even imagine what would happen if those two would fight with all their strength.
Although it was just a spar, it clearly shows how powerful those experts in the golden core formation are. A peak golden core formation can create their sect, that enough shows how much authority and power they held, that was why the Hero Sect was established as a Sect because it's Sect Master is such a figure.
And yet this peak golden core formation figure in front of her was acting like an obedient child in front of this bald monk. She even thought that maybe he was a fraud but thinking about the act of healing earlier canceled her doubt.
She can only gaze at this figure from far away, no chance of interacting. Even being an inner court disciple of her sect, she hasn't even once interacted with the sect master, she can only gaze admirably from a distance.
But here she was, talking casually with the said expert. Even she cannot help but be excited.
"Mittle, in that annual event, what kind of test will one go through to be selected?" Revant suddenly asked, interrupting her thoughts.
"There are 2 procedures that one must accomplish or pass to have the chance of being given an invite of a Sect. The first procedure is measuring of cultivation talent of the participant. The second one is a test of strength, one will fight a puppet with a battle prowess of different cultivations. One will start with a puppet same cultivation as them and as they defeat them, they will continue to fight a stronger puppet until they cannot do so anymore. Let's say, for example, if a participant is a rank 8 body enhancer then he will first fight a puppet of the same rank, then after defeating it they will continue to fight another puppet but this time it's rank 9 body enhancer. This is to know the potential battle prowess of the participant. I also got in my Sect by participating in the event 3 years ago, for the first test I got a Violet colored talent which I was hailed as a genius in the Sect and me quickly becoming an inner court disciple. For the 2nd test, I can manage to jump 2 ranks and can fight with a rank 9 body enhancer puppet when I was still rank 7 body enhancer." Mittle provided detailed information.
Revant, Bob nodded in understanding. Halfway Saitama got lost listening as he found the explanation too long.
"About this talent measuring thing, what are the ranks of colors? You said that you were Violet ranked, what does that mean?" Revant asked again with a question.
"If one will be measured for their talents, there are 7 results, the lowest is White followed by Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Violet, Black, and the highest Gold. White is considered as below average and Gold is a once in a hundred-year talent. King Behemoth himself, the current King of the Kingdom, has a Golden colored talent in cultivation. Me being a Violet is already part of the genius category, so I am a genius." Reaching the last part, Mittle was a bit smug about it.
"If that is so Big Bro Saitama, maybe I can help in your plan? I can also give a grand spectacle in the event." Revant said with great fervor.
"Oh? Why is that?" Saitama asked with interest.
Bob was also confused by his disciple's words.
"I also consider myself as a genius in cultivating. The speed of cultivation is what I am proud of." Revant declared proudly while sticking out his chest.
"Oh? How old are you right now? And what is your cultivation rank? " Mittle asked.
"13 years old. Peak Body Enhancer, Rank 9." Revant answered.
"Indeed, rank 9 body enhancer is quite impressive but there are many like that in our sect, that achievement is only average in the grand scheme of things." Mittle felt a bit bad pouring cold water at Revant's excitement.
Bob also nodded as he agreed at Mittle statement. In his realm, that kind of feat is indeed very pathetic, there are many 7 years old with that kind of cultivations there but he didn't want to dispirit his disciple so he just kept his mouth shut.
Yet what they expect of Revant's reaction, being disappointed and sad didn't come. Instead, he grinned widely.
"You're right, it is indeed average but do you know when I started cultivating?" Revant smirked smugly.
Mittle tilts her head as she asked.
"Hoh, When?" Bob and Mittle asked at the same time. Even Bob was curious about Revant's question. He once measured Revant's talents earlier, but the talent measuring crystal didn't react so that means his disciple is talentless in terms of cultivation.
"3 days ago." Revant dropped the bomb.
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