chapter 2 Huge gap

Aroon Cyrus eyes were filled with ecstasy, and his whole body was shaking with excitement.

After venting his anger, Pyrrhus Cyrus took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

He stared at Mitsuo Cyrus outside the crowd, gritted his teeth and said: "Mitsuo Cyrus, what happened now is beyond your expectation, right? Now I have a yellow-level seventh-grade martial spirit, even if I look at a dozen nearby Chengchi, that is also the top genius!”

"Fuck you Mad, this is none of my business."

Mitsuo Cyrus spat disdainfully. Having lived in two lifetimes, he has a mature mind and a strong will. He trains himself all the time and never relaxes. Although he has not yet awakened his martial soul, he already has thousands of kilograms of strength. Because of this, he can often beat Pyrrhus Cyrus like a sandbag.

Although Pyrrhus Cyrus was shocked by Mitsuo Cyrus's awakened seventh-grade yellow-level martial spirit, he was not afraid.

In his opinion, the martial soul he will awaken later will definitely be no worse than Pyrrhus Cyrus!

"Hmph, Mitsuo Cyrus, don't be so harsh. Your martial spirit hasn't awakened yet. If it's some kind of rubbish martial spirit, I don't think you have the face to talk nonsense!"

After Pyrrhus Cyrus reacted, he was obviously frightened. His arrogance could not be raised at all in front of Mitsuo Cyrus.

"When I close my eyes and wake up, I'm better than you!"

Mitsuo Cyrus sneered and shot back.

After a long time, the old man in charge of presiding over the ceremony came back to his senses. He took a deep breath and cast a meaningful look on Mitsuo Cyrus: "Young Master, please!"

Braiden Cyrus had previously announced that Mitsuo Cyrus would be the future head of the family, so the attitude of these elders towards him also quietly changed.

Mitsuo Cyrus jumped off the boulder and walked towards the old man nonchalantly.

The old man's eyes twitched, and he desperately hoped that Mitsuo Cyrus could also awaken the seventh-grade yellow-level martial spirit.

In this case, the Cyrus Family will have two geniuses, and their rise is just around the corner!

"Young Master, come on!"

"Young Master, we all think highly of you."

"Your strength is so strong, the level of your martial soul will definitely not be weak!"

Some boys and girls looked at Mitsuo Cyrus, saying flattering words with very respectful eyes.

In Hong'an City, Mitsuo Cyrus is synonymous with miracles.

In addition, Braiden Cyrus previously announced that he would pass the throne to Mitsuo Cyrus in the future, which is undoubtedly even more exciting.

"Mitsuo, don't be nervous."

Braiden Cyrus opened his mouth to comfort him. Although Pyrrhus Cyrus's talent was amazing, he believed that his son would only be stronger!

Mitsuo Cyrus nodded, walked to the old man calmly, and closed his eyes.

The old man looked at Mitsuo Cyrus kindly and put his hand on his forehead.

The whole place was silent.

Everyone was looking at Mitsuo Cyrus, eager to know what kind of martial spirit he could awaken.

Everyone's expectations for Mitsuo Cyrus have completely exceeded their expectations for Pyrrhus Cyrus.

People are afraid of comparison.

Mitsuo Cyrus has amazing talent and a solid foundation, and is known as a martial arts wizard who is rare to see in a century.

If Mitsuo Cyrus had awakened first, even if it was only the fifth or sixth yellow level, it would be enough to shock everyone.

But after all, Pyrrhus Cyrus was in front of him, and Braiden Cyrus worked so hard to pave the way for Mitsuo Cyrus, so everyone's expectations for him increased out of thin air.

Even Pyrrhus Cyrus can awaken a seventh-level Huang-level martial spirit, but what about Mitsuo Cyrus? He must be at least an eighth-level Huang-level one, right? If you are lucky enough, you might be able to reach the ninth or tenth level of yellow level!

With such thoughts in mind, everyone looked eagerly and held their breath attentively, waiting for the awakening of Mitsuo Cyrus spirit.

"Buzz!"

As the old man exerted his strength, a buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the sky, and a black light condensed above Mitsuo Cyrus head.

Obviously, this black light is Mitsuo Cyrus’s martial spirit!

Everyone gasped loudly. You must know that when an ordinary warrior awakens a martial spirit, it is either a weapon spirit such as a sword, a gun, a sword, a halberd, or a beast spirit such as a bear, wolf, tiger, or leopard. But what's going on with that black light above Mitsuo Cyrus head? I've never heard of such a martial spirit!

Could it be that this is the legendary mutated martial spirit?

Braiden Cyrus eyes were full of heat, and his chest was filled with joy, and he wanted to look up to the sky and smile.

His son is indeed an undisputed genius!

Pyrrhus Cyrus took all this in his eyes, gritted his teeth, and a strong look of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Damn it, my martial spirit is at the seventh level of Huang level. Looking at several nearby cities, I can be regarded as a top genius.

Even so, will Mitsuo Cyrus still take the spotlight?

No, I am not convinced, I am unwilling!

Once the martial spirit is established, the next thing to determine is the grade of the martial spirit.

The old man who presided over the ceremony for Mitsuo Cyrus had a look of expectation in his eyes.

That black shadow is most likely a mutated martial soul, and mutated martial souls, at the lowest level, all have Xuan level one!

What does the first-grade Xuan level mean?

Looking at the entire Land of the Red Dragon, there are only a handful of them!

Every warrior with a mutated martial spirit will be regarded as a treasure by the major forces. Their future has no limits!

As everyone expected, a ray of yellow light gathered above Mitsuo Cyrus head and wrapped around the black light.

That’s right, it’s yellow light, and there’s only one!

The breathing of everyone present suddenly stopped.

Everyone stared with big eyes, unable to believe what was happening in front of them.

All the disciples and elders the Cyrus Family were stunned at this moment.

The shock Mitsuo Cyrus gave them was even greater than what Pyrrhus Cyrus had given them before!

"Yellow... Huang level one?"

The old man who presided over the ceremony spat out four words with great difficulty.

What kind of mutated martial spirit is this? How could the mutated martial spirit be the most useless yellow-level first-grade? Even those disciples who eat, drink and have fun all day long and have no knowledge or skills can awaken to the third level of Huang level!

What does it mean to be at the first level of Huang level? It means that the martial spirit is extremely rubbish, like useless wood, and has no effect at all!

Mitsuo Cyrus, who had an astonishing physique, could only awaken a first-grade yellow-level martial spirit. This was something no one expected.

"boom!"

The scene immediately exploded.

The smile on Braiden Cyrus face suddenly froze, and his pupils shrank violently, as if a big hand had grabbed his heart and suffocated him.

The expressions of the elders who originally had high hopes for Mitsuo Cyrus all changed drastically. Some of them wanted to speak, but their throats were extremely dry and they could not utter a word.

Some disciples who were originally dissatisfied with Mitsuo Cyrus couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Mitsuo Cyrus opened his eyes and looked at the human-shaped black shadow with a yellow light above his head. His face turned pale and the figure shook a few times.

"Yellow-level first-grade, this...is this my destiny? Live a new life, why would God play such a joke on me!"

Mitsuo Cyrus's heart was extremely painful. Even though he had a strong will, he still felt deeply frustrated.

"Fuck, you're a first-grade Huang-level guy, and you're still pretending to me. Hahahahaha, I'm laughing so hard!"

Pyrrhus Cyrus laughed wildly and burst into tears.

Seeing that Mitsuo Cyrus had awakened a useless martial spirit, Pyrrhus Cyrus felt extremely happy. He was even happier than when he found out that he had awakened a yellow-level seventh-grade martial spirit.

The respectful attitude of those the Cyrus Family disciples gradually changed.

All kinds of disdainful and contemptuous looks were cast towards Mitsuo Cyrus.

A Huang-level first-grade martial spirit is trash among trash, destined to never have any hope of rising in this life.

Even Nefes Cyrus, who was so enthusiastic before, gradually put away her charming smile, her pretty face was covered with a layer of frost, and her eyes were as indifferent as if she were looking at a stranger.

"Made, what a waste of emotion."

"Young master? Hehe. Who would have expected that our young master of the Cyrus Family would be an out-and-out waste!"

"Yellow Level 1, Huang Level 7, the gap is huge."

"The head of the family actually wants to pass on his position to such a loser?"

"What will happen if Tiandao Sect discovers that our young master's martial spirit is a yellow-level first-grade one?"

A heaven, a hell.

All kinds of mocking sounds drowned Mitsuo Cyrus like a flood.

He clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug into his flesh without even noticing.

"Mitsuo Cyrus, you know, you are trash. From now on, you are no longer qualified to talk to me, because you are trash, a loser, and you are not worthy! Do you understand?"

Pyrrhus Cyrus eyes showed a sense of pleasure, and he roared without hesitation.

He didn't even need to take revenge on Mitsuo Cyrus. The first-grade yellow-level martial spirit was the greatest pain in itself.

With Mitsuo Cyrus's arrogant character, he must have felt like the sky was falling.

If Pyrrhus Cyrus dared to speak like this on a normal day, Mitsuo Cyrus would definitely let him loosen his muscles and bones.

But today, he was completely in no mood.

A yellow-level first-grade, useless martial spirit, how harsh.

Bearing the ridicule from everyone, Mitsuo Cyrus remained silent, turned and left step by step.

Every step was as heavy as a mountain, as if he was alone in the whole world.