Xiao Zuiji had just returned and was immediately assigned to battle, which made him feel it was very thrilling.
Ye Xingchen had zero interest and was preparing to go take a bath.
“Xingchen.” Jun Changxiao spoke up. “You’ll fight the fourth match. Let this seat see how much your strength has improved from this wilderness training.”
Detestable!
To actually make this emperor fight against little brats!
Although unwilling, he still stopped and looked toward the Star Cloud Sect disciples, his gaze revealing the intense disdain of a Martial Emperor.
Song Cai glanced at the two of them and said lightly, “Sect Leader Jun, these two disciples of yours clearly look very fatigued. Having them go on stage—isn’t that being a bit too casual?”
“It is indeed very casual.” Jun Changxiao said.
This tone, this implication.
As if he didn’t take the Star Cloud Sect seriously at all.
“You…” Song Cai forcefully suppressed his anger and said lightly, “If Sect Leader Jun doesn’t feel my Star Cloud Sect is deliberately bullying people, you may let them fight.”
Heh heh.
He must be eagerly wishing for it.
……
Xiao Zuiji didn’t even go change his uniform. Dragging his dirty body, he stood on the martial training grounds and cupped his hands. “Xiao Zuiji.”
The Star Cloud Sect disciple who came to fight sized him up and said, “So you’re the champion of the Sect Grand Competition.”
Then, he cupped his hands disdainfully. “Zhang Ye.”
In his view, this kind of fellow who hadn’t even opened his meridians being able to win the championship was truly heaven-defying luck. If he had participated, he definitely could have thrashed him like a dog.
Actually, at the time of the Sect Grand Competition, with Xiao Zuiji’s strength, facing a Fourth-Rank Martial Disciple might truly have been tragic.
But now…
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
After the match began, the Star Cloud Sect disciple called Zhang Ye was pummeled by Xiao Zuiji’s overwhelmingly strong physique and power until he spun around dizzy and disoriented on the martial training grounds.
At this moment, if they turned on music and paired it with that divine song “Learning Cat Meows,” it would be absolutely perfect for the scene.
“Thud!”
After spinning for a while, Zhang Ye collapsed on the ground, foam spilling from his mouth.
As for that previously proud and disdainful expression, it was destined to be replaced by a dead fish face for a very long time, because he’d been pummeled into psychological trauma.
“Ding! Disciple brutally thrashed Star Cloud Sect disciple 3/5.”
“Not bad, not bad.”
Jun Changxiao said with satisfaction. “After this training session, the improvement is quite significant.”
After dealing with his opponent, Xiao Zuiji walked off the martial training grounds and said, “Sect Leader, I’m going to take a bath.”
“Go ahead, go ahead.” Jun Changxiao said.
Song Cai was dumbfounded.
The disciple who fought was a Fourth-Rank Martial Disciple, and from the aura the Iron Bone Sect disciple erupted, he had only opened six meridian segments!
Xiao Zuiji’s cultivation was indeed weak, but ever since opening his meridians and being able to gather spiritual power within his body, combined with his intensely tempered physique, his combat ability had absolutely skyrocketed in a straight line.
Fourth-Rank Martial Disciple.
Sorry, just a sandbag for pummeling.
Having lost three out of five matches, the Star Cloud Sect, who had come to challenge the Iron Bone Sect on Alliance Leader Qin’s orders, had completely lost face.
Jun Changxiao said, “Elder Song, shall we continue sparring?”
“Spar!” Song Cai said in a heavy voice.
They’d already lost, but if they won the next two matches and made it two to three, they could at least salvage some face!
“Xingchen, take the stage.” Jun Changxiao said.
Ye Xingchen snorted coldly, walked onto the martial training grounds, pointed at the Fifth-Rank Martial Disciple who was originally meant to fight last, and said disdainfully, “You, get up here.”
Directly choosing the strongest—Brother Chen was very gangster.
The Star Cloud Sect disciple who was pointed at glanced at Song Cai, and after receiving approval, walked onto the martial training grounds. The look in his eyes toward Ye Xingchen brimmed with intense contempt.
He was the strongest among the five disciples Song Cai had brought. To be able to break through to Fifth-Rank Martial Disciple before the age of twenty, he indeed had the qualifications to look down on others.
However.
Looking down on Su Xiaomo was fine, looking down on Tian Qi was fine, but the one he just had to look down on was the former Night Emperor, one of the Ten Great Martial Emperors!
This was a big problem!
Ye Xingchen, who had no interest in battles between little brats, saw the contempt and disdain filling the other’s gaze, and his entire face immediately darkened.
He clenched both fists tightly, his voice cold and grim. “Boy, I’ll make you suffer greatly.”
“Boom!”
The Star Cloud Sect disciple bent both arms and clenched his fists. An air blast roared and erupted, instantly tearing his upper garment, baring his flashy tattoos—truly appearing fierce and formidable.
Jun Changxiao shook his head. “Didn’t tear his pants, poor rating. No Peppa Pig tattoo, poor rating.”
“Tch.” Ye Xingchen looked on disdainfully.
Song Cai said lightly, “Sect Leader Jun, this disciple of mine is proficient in the Thirty-Two Forms Saber Technique. May he use a weapon during the spar?”
“He may.” Jun Changxiao said.
The corner of Ye Xingchen’s mouth twitched.
Facing a Fifth-Rank Martial Disciple who even brought a weapon, this… shouldn’t I at least get a weapon to fight with?
Unfortunately.
Jun Changxiao had no intention of giving him a weapon. Instead, he interlaced his ten fingers and said, “This disciple of mine is skilled in the Seventy-Two Forms Grappling Hands. He always faces enemies bare-handed.”
The expression on Ye Xingchen’s face immediately became spectacular.
The Star Cloud Sect disciple waved his hand and summoned his treasured saber from his spatial ring.
The saber wasn’t long, similar to a cleaver, but the blade gleamed with light—clearly very sharp!
“Liu Kunlong.” He announced his name.
Ye Xingchen didn’t announce his own name but was instead considering how he was supposed to bare-handedly deal with a Fifth-Rank Martial Disciple who had a weapon.
“Swish! Swish! Swish!”
Right at this moment, Liu Kunlong began brandishing his saber. Saber shadows filled his surroundings, then he raised the saber with one hand, assuming a golden rooster standing on one leg pose.
Truly worthy of being proficient in the Thirty-Two Forms Saber Technique—professional enough!
“Excellent!”
Jun Changxiao clapped his hands in applause.
“Clap clap clap!”
The disciples behind him also applauded, as if watching that fellow perform a saber-twirling show.
Liu Kunlong said lightly, “If you won’t announce your name, then I shall attack.”
“Trash.” Ye Xingchen said lightly.
“Swish!” Right at this moment, Liu Kunlong stepped forward. The large cleaver in his hand swung wildly, instantly weaving together densely packed saber shadows that looked quite intimidating.
Ye Xingchen retreated step by step, evading the surging saber intent while simultaneously searching for his opponent’s opening.
The spiritual root upgrade and reaching the twelfth meridian segment made him more compatible with his body. Not only could he capture the saber shadows, he could also make evasive moves in advance.
But once the opponent’s Thirty-Two Forms Saber Technique was fully deployed, it not only formed an attacking势, it also protected his body so tightly that finding an opening to counterattack was somewhat difficult.
“Swish! Swish!”
Liu Kunlong’s saber势 accelerated, manifesting even more saber shadows!
Ye Xingchen realized that if he couldn’t resolve this in the shortest time, once the opponent formed an inescapable net-like offensive, he would only be able to passively take blows.
Detestable!
A mere Fifth-Rank Martial Disciple was making this emperor helpless?
The fury within Ye Xingchen rose, and the tiny bit of King’s Dominating Aura that had just recovered instantly erupted.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
The aura spread invisibly.
Liu Kunlong, who was executing his saber technique, was enveloped by it and immediately stopped in his tracks, fear rising in his eyes.
In that moment, his soul seemed to plunge into hell, his heart and mind enduring endless torment. His hand also went soft, and the cleaver he was gripping fell to the ground with a “clang.”
This terrifying aura of oppression from a Martial Emperor only flashed for an instant. When Liu Kunlong came back to his senses and realized he’d dropped his saber and was about to pick it up, he saw Ye Xingchen had already bent down, the cleaver now in his hand!
“Boy.”
Night Emperor said coldly, “You can’t even hold onto your saber, yet you dare play saber techniques in front of me?”
“Swish!”
As he spoke, the saber swung down in a slash.
“Slash—”
Liu Kunlong’s chest was directly cut with a deep, long saber wound, blood spraying wildly.
“You…” His face twisted viciously.
Ye Xingchen stepped forward, voice cold. “Today I’ll let you know that sabers are for cutting people, not for performing tricks.”
“Swish!”
Another slash came down, blood splattering.
Another saber wound appeared on Liu Kunlong’s chest. Enduring the severe pain, he hastily turned and fled.
Ye Xingchen pursued with large strides, raising the saber and bringing it down!
“Slash! Slash!”
One slash, two slashes, three slashes…
Poor Liu Kunlong—his equipment dropped and was picked up by Ye Xingchen who used it to hack him repeatedly. Finally, covered in blood from head to toe, he collapsed on the ground.