The star system main competition had attracted many top talents.
However, in Jun Changxiao’s view, the one most threatening to his disciples was none other than the disheveled man called Ling Li.
The reason was simple.
This was a wolf that survived a cruel environment.
Especially unforgettable was yesterday when he punched and killed the extortionist—the killing intent and brutality in his eyes.
“Step.”
Ling Li walked onto the competition platform.
At this moment, from any angle, he gave people a very ordinary feeling. The more so, the more it made Jun Changxiao worried.
“Kid.”
Gu Tianxing said gravely, “Prepare yourself mentally.”
Although Li Shangtian defeated Chu Wange in seconds during the preliminaries, proving himself well, this time his opponent was the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s adoptive son—it was really hard to favor him.
Unless… the opponent was Li Qingyang or Ye Xingchen and other disciples.
“This is troublesome.”
He Wudi furrowed his brow.
Li Shangtian also seemed to realize his opponent was a bit strong. His originally nervous mood instead calmed down.
“Shangtian.”
Jun Changxiao transmitted his voice: “If you can’t win, you can surrender.”
“…”
Li Shangtian wanted to cry.
The sect master had no hope for him even before it started!
Jun Changxiao wasn’t without hope—he just didn’t want his disciple to be harmed, because this Ling Li was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Who knew if he would suddenly turn brutal?
Just one match.
If they lost, there were still other disciples.
There was no need to go head-to-head with a wolf.
However.
Li Shangtian didn’t think this way.
Since he represented the Eternal Sect in battle, even if he lost, he had to lose with iron bones.
Surrender?
Not happening!
“Whoosh!”
Li Shangtian straightened his body, his aura swallowing mountains and rivers: “Eternal Sect disciple, Li Shangtian, requests your guidance!”
“This guy really plans to fight hard?”
Jun Changxiao originally wanted to continue dissuading him, but sensing that iron-boned momentum, he immediately dismissed the thought.
This was his disciple’s decision. How could he interfere?
“Junior Brother!”
Su Xiaomo cheered for Li Shangtian in her heart: “You can definitely do it!”
From start to finish, Ling Li said nothing. His eyes held no emotion, standing in place like a wooden post.
“Competition, begin!”
“Whoosh—”
The referee’s shout had just sounded when Ling Li suddenly appeared in front of Li Shangtian. His right hand gathered powerful energy and tore through the void with a strike. This speed was so fast it even shocked Gu Tianxing.
“Not good!”
Jun Changxiao’s brow furrowed tightly.
“Boom—”
Suddenly, an explosive sound rang out on the competition platform, bringing rolling air waves.
“Buzz! Buzz!”
Visible ripples undulated layer by layer.
“Holy crap!”
“Such a huge commotion?”
The audience was dumbfounded.
He Wudi’s earlier performance was already quite fierce, but compared to Ling Li’s strike, there was still a considerable gap.
From this point alone, one could see he absolutely had to win this match.
“Hah!”
On the arena, the air waves gradually dispersed in the wind.
Li Shangtian stood at the edge, one hand clutching his chest, his face showing a pained expression.
“Didn’t fall?”
Ling Li was a bit surprised.
Li Shangtian rubbed his chest, took a few steps forward, and said, “I’m not that weak.”
“Is that so?”
A slight smile appeared at the corner of Ling Li’s mouth.
Jun Changxiao’s brow furrowed tighter and tighter.
In that moment, he seemed to see this guy slowly shedding the sheepskin on his body, planning to transform into a brutal wolf.
“Whoosh!”
Suddenly, Ling Li disappeared.
When Jun Changxiao’s consciousness followed, the other party had already reappeared in front of Li Shangtian, striking toward his waist with an elbow.
Fast, ruthless, accurate!
“Boom—”
Li Shangtian couldn’t keep up with the opponent’s speed at all and was hit again, staggering backward explosively.
“Whoosh!”
Ling Li suddenly closed in again.
“Boom! Boom!”
In an instant, dense finger strikes exploded on the competition platform. Because Li Shangtian was in an unbalanced state, he couldn’t evade in time and could only be beaten while retreating.
“Junior Brother!”
Su Xiaomo clenched her fists.
“…” Ye Xingchen sat down, clasped his hands together, anger gradually gathering in his gaze.
He could see that Ling Li was deliberately chasing Li Shangtian to beat him, and the attack angles he chose were all relatively outward—he didn’t plan to knock him off the competition platform. He was planning to toy with him like a cat with a mouse.
“Boom—”
“Step, step, step!”
After a round of frenzied attacks, Li Shangtian explosively retreated dozens of steps. When he barely stabilized himself, unable to suppress his agitated blood, he immediately spat it out with a ‘wah.’
“Kid.”
Gu Tianxing said, “Have him forfeit.”
Who was strong and who was weak was already obvious. The opponent also seemed to be deliberately toying with him. The wise choice was to jump off the platform.
“Shangtian has his own choice.” Jun Changxiao said seriously.
How could he not hope Li Shangtian would forfeit? But on such a large arena, with so many people watching, how could that guy easily admit defeat?
“Good fight.”
Wiping the blood from his mouth corner, Li Shangtian grinned.
Careful spectators noticed that although this guy had been chased and beaten from the start, his knees had never bent.
“You can admit defeat and jump off the competition platform.” Ling Li said.
The words were spoken plainly, without any emotional rendering, yet somehow gave people a very arrogant feeling.
The anger in Ye Xingchen’s gaze intensified again.
Kid.
Don’t let me encounter you!
If Ling Li was beating someone else, no matter how arrogant he was, Ye Xingchen wouldn’t care. But the one getting beaten was his fellow disciple—he couldn’t tolerate this.
“I may lose, but I won’t admit defeat.”
Li Shangtian took a deep breath, suppressing the pain coming from his body, and once again held his head high and chest out.
In that moment.
His iron-boned aura infected all the spectators.
“Fine.”
Ling Li said, “I’ll grant your wish.”
“Whoosh—” He charged forward again, executing boxing techniques completely invisible to the naked eye.
“Boom boom boom!”
“Boom boom boom!”
Because Li Shangtian couldn’t capture the opponent’s striking movements, he was completely beaten throughout, sometimes knocked from left to right, sometimes flung from bottom to top.
This was the most crushed and abused an Eternal Sect disciple had ever been in competition.
“…”
Li Qingyang, Su Xiaomo and the others could only stand below the stage, witnessing their fellow disciple being beaten back and forth while powerless to help. They could only clench their fists, could only rage impotently.
“Hah!”
“Hah!”
Ye Xingchen’s breathing became rapid.
At this moment, he still sat on the ground, fingers still interlocked, but the fury in his gaze was exceptionally intense—the flames floating out were almost igniting his hair.
“Boom!”
Li Shangtian suffered another heavy blow, retreating in a wretched manner while turned sideways. He barely stabilized at the edge, then spat out another large mouthful of blood.
His meridians were seriously damaged—he was already at the end of his rope.
“A true man!”
“Too tenacious!”
The spectators cast admiring gazes.
Being beaten for so long yet still able to stand—worthy of everyone’s respect.
“Sect… Sect Master…” Li Shangtian slowly raised his head. His entire face had been beaten beyond recognition as he said, “I’m… I’m sorry… I really can’t… hold on anymore…”
“Thud!”
His body fell straight forward.
The referee hurried over. After a simple observation, he said, “Ten, nine, eight…”
“…”
Each countdown was like a blade piercing Li Shangtian’s heart. He very much wanted to stand up, but his injuries wouldn’t allow it. He could only look up at the sky as tears flowed uncontrollably.
I.
Li Shangtian.
The Eternal Sect’s shame!
“One!”
The referee finished counting, then immediately announced, “Victor, Ling Li!”
“Damn it!”
Ye Xingchen stood up.
If anger value displayed above his head, it would definitely be maxed out, even about to explode!
“Senior Brother Ye.”
Just as Ye Xingchen was about to rush onto the arena regardless of everything, a hand rested on his shoulder. Then he saw He Wudi walk in front of him, his gaze cold: “Leave him to me.”
“Very good.”
Jun Changxiao said, “Wudi is getting serious.”
If not for Gu Tianxing being here, if not for so many people present, he would probably stand up, plant one foot on the platform, and roar like a madman: “Wudi, beat this little wolf cub to death for me!”