The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 277. Tyler vs Maxwell

Maxwell, a student of Moonhaven Academy, harbored a grudge against Starfire Academy. Before arriving in Luka City, he had crossed paths with Lily Gomes, a final-year Starfire Academy student. Captivated by her beauty, Maxwell had tried to flex his abilities before her. However, his arrogance was swiftly met with humiliation as she decisively defeated him in combat. The experience left him seething with resentment, fueling his desire to disgrace any Starfire students he encountered.

Upon arriving at Camp 640 for a joint mission, Maxwell saw his chance to vent his frustrations. Ensuring that the more powerful 5-star Master-level students from Starfire were away, he began challenging the remaining students. He beat several of them with ease, their inability to match his skill offering a temporary balm to his wounded pride.

After defeating yet another opponent, Maxwell prepared to end the sparring session, satisfied with the day’s conquests.

"I’ll be your opponent," came a calm voice from the crowd.

Maxwell turned to see a young man stepping forward. At first glance, Tyler’s youthful appearance intrigued him, but Maxwell quickly dismissed it. There were pills and treasures that could preserve youth, so appearances were often deceptive. Sensing Tyler’s aura, he realized his challenger was merely a 1-star Master Mage. Even more underwhelming, he could detect both Aura and Prana from him, signifying that he was a dual Warrior and Mage—an impressive feat on paper, but at such a low level, it hardly mattered.

A one-star is still a one-star afterall. Maxwell sneered, his disappointment evident.

"I’m not from the combat department," Tyler said casually, further deflating the crowd’s expectations.

Maxwell barely hid his irritation. Still, he decided to indulge this upstart, believing it would only add to the humiliation Starfire would face.

The opponent even asked if Charms are allowed.

Maxwell laughed, as did his Moonhaven peers. So his big plan is to use charms? He decided to entertain them.

He even patiently allowed him to take his charms out.

But that is when he stared to regret.

The Moonhaven students exchanged uneasy glances.

But as Tyler continued, the humor evaporated. One charm turned into five, then ten, then twenty. A mini mountain of charms soon stood in front of Tyler, each one glowing faintly with dormant power.

"What is he doing?" a Moonhaven student whispered nervously.

"Is this even allowed?" another murmured.

All the students gulped. Maxwell can Dodge one or two. But a whole bunches? Heck, even the spectators might get affected.

By the time Tyler finished, the once-confident Maxwell looked visibly uneasy. The Starfire students, who had initially doubted Tyler, now watched with a mixture of awe and apprehension.

When Tyler finally stood, his calm demeanor only heightened the tension. "Ready?" he asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

Maxwell, his bravado faltering, tried to mask his unease. "Are you trying to blast the whole Camp 640?" he asked, baffled.

Tyler chuckled. "Ah, no, no, no. Let me explain. These charms aren’t just explosives. Look, this one’s a Blaze Charm," he said, holding one up. "And this one is a Hydro Charm. Oh, and this one’s a Sword Charm..."

As he spoke, Tyler casually activated and demonstrated a few of the charms. A burst of fire erupted from the Blaze Charm, a surge of water from the Hydro Charm, and spectral blades from the Sword Charm danced momentarily in the air before dissipating.

The spectators, both Moonhaven and Starfire students alike, stared in stunned silence.

Maxwell gulped, realizing he might have bitten off more than he could chew. The sheer volume of charms, coupled with their varied effects, made dodging impossible.

Maxwell’s mind raced as he evaluated the situation. While the pile of charms in front of Tyler was intimidating, he realized that as long as he struck Tyler before he could activate them, he might still escape unscathed.

His eyes narrowed, scanning for an opening. Tyler, seemingly unaware, was casually turning around to pick up more charms. Maxwell smirked. "Now’s the queue," he muttered under his breath, preparing to launch his attack.

"You’re right, now is the queue," Tyler’s voice suddenly echoed, calm but unnervingly precise.

Maxwell froze. Before he could react, an immense weight pressed down on him. His legs buckled under the sudden force, and his eyes darted upwards in panic. Above him, an enormous mountain shimmered into existence, its presence oppressive and inescapable.

"An array? B-But how?" Maxwell stammered, his voice laced with disbelief and confusion.

Then it hit him—he remembered the seemingly random charms Tyler had thrown down earlier for his "demonstration." A wave of realization washed over him, and his face twisted in a mix of shock and admiration.

"Looks like you’ve figured it out," Tyler said nonchalantly, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Yep, this is the ’Five Elemental Mountain Suppression Array.’ It’s powered by connecting five basic elements: fire, water, wood, metal, and earth. The charms I placed earlier were specifically arranged to form this array."

As Tyler spoke, faint scales began to shimmer into view on his skin. He pulled out additional charms—Temporary Strengthening Charm, Swift Charm, and several others—and applied them to himself with practiced ease.

He also held Thousand Explosive Punches Charm, Three days diarrhoea and so on.

"Impossible... Then how did you connect these without using additional materials?" one of the Moonhaven Academy students blurted out, their voice quivering with disbelief.

Tyler grinned, clearly relishing the moment. "Simple. I used this..."

A glowing chessboard materialized beneath him, its ethereal lines crisscrossing like veins of light.

"D-domain?" gasped a Moonhaven student, their voice echoing the collective shock of the crowd.

Even the Starfire students were taken aback. A domain, even a pseudo-domain, was something only advanced practitioners like Grandmaster and above could manifest, and for someone at Tyler’s level, it was very very rare.

Tyler nodded. "It’s just a pseudo-domain, nothing fancy. I temporarily used it to link the five elements and complete the array." His eyes locked onto Maxwell, who began to squirm under the increasing pressure.

Maxwell’s instincts screamed at him to retreat. Realizing the tide of the battle had turned against him, he shouted, "I gi—"

Before the words could leave his mouth, a shard of pure, crystalline ice formed in front of him, sealing his lips in an unyielding frost.

"Too late," Tyler said, his voice a low whisper that carried an air of finality.

In the blink of an eye, Tyler vanished and reappeared before Maxwell. His fist, glowing with an explosive power that seemed to ripple through the air, connected squarely with Maxwell’s stomach.

Maxwell’s body crumpled from the impact, and the ice sealing his mouth turned red as blood seeped through it. His eyes rolled back as his unconscious form hurtled 50 meters across the sparring ground, landing in an unceremonious heap.

The spectators stood frozen in silence, their minds struggling to process what had just occurred. Then, slowly, murmurs began to ripple through the crowd, growing louder with each passing second.

Later, as the story spread throughout the camp, rumors abounded. Maxwell’s humiliation was retold with increasing embellishment. The most enduring tale claimed that he had pooped himself for three days upon being knocked out by a mere 1-star Master-level Immortal Practitioner. Whether true or not, the legend only served to cement Tyler’s unexpected victory in the annals of camp gossip.

At present, Tyler walked back to Rabbit Kyla and Brolin as the whole camp erupted in cheers. The students of Moonhaven Academy, their faces twisted in humiliation, ignored the commotion and quickly scattered away, feeling as though they had swallowed their pride alongside bitter defeat.

"That was awesome," Brolin said, patting Tyler on the back with enthusiasm.

"Haha, they got a taste of their own pills," Rabbit Kyla laughed, her voice carrying a mixture of satisfaction and amusement.

The three of them continued to chat casually as they walked away from the sparring grounds.

"Where’s the other Kyla?" Tyler asked, glancing around.

"Ah, she’s having Code Red today," Rabbit Kyla replied.

"What’s Code Red?" Brolin asked, his face filled with genuine confusion.

"It’s something that arrives every month exclusively for girls," Rabbit Kyla explained, her expression exasperated. "It makes them panic."

"Is there any way to stop it?" Brolin asked, his tone serious and innocent.

"Well, if you work hard enough, you can stop it for nine months," Tyler said with a straight face.

Rabbit Kyla blushed furiously at his comment, while Brolin nodded solemnly, taking the statement at face value.

"But the girls will also panic if it doesn’t arrive every month," Rabbit Kyla added, trying to regain composure.

As their banter continued, the scene shifted to a nearby settlement. Inside, a man with a literal bird-like nose and feathered hands observed the trio from afar.

"Looks like your junior is quite impressive," the birdman said, addressing a girl in a lab coat standing next to him.

"Yeah, he is. I don’t even know who he is, though," she replied nonchalantly, her focus elsewhere. "Well, I don’t really care which side won, to be honest. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to experiment on a liquid that melts almost everything."

Without waiting for a response, the girl turned and walked away, her lab coat billowing slightly behind her.

The birdman took one last look at Tyler, his sharp gaze lingering. Then, with a swing of his arms, his hands transformed into wings, and he ascended into the sky, disappearing into the horizon.

While flying, He opened his communication device and looked at a picture. It is picture of ’Adult’ Tyler.

"Found You..." He muttered as he flew away.