Why did Li Shangtian say he was the Eternal Sect’s disgrace? Because he knew that fellow disciples participating in similar major competitions had never lost before.
That’s right.
From the initial sect competitions to the later Dragon-Tiger Championship matches.
As long as Eternal Sect disciples participated in any event, forget being eliminated—even the championship titles had never fallen into others’ hands.
Today.
Li Shangtian lost.
He ended the undefeated record created by his senior brothers and sisters, junior brothers and sisters.
So the moment he collapsed, he cried, crying his heart out.
Although he wasn’t a core disciple of the Eternal Sect, Li Shangtian’s sense of belonging was no weaker than anyone else’s.
It was precisely because he valued it so much, unable to accept his own defeat and bringing shame to the Eternal Sect, that he cried like rain washing down pear blossoms in front of everyone’s eyes.
Did anyone mock him?
No.
The onlookers only admired him more.
Because from the start of the match until he collapsed on the ground from exhaustion, his legs had remained perfectly straight.
“Sect Master Jun.”
Gu Tianxing raised his thumb and said, “Your disciple has backbone!”
He had predicted the wins and losses of Eternal Sect disciples’ matches, and his face had been slapped swollen, but this was the only time he guessed correctly—yet he felt no joy, instead holding great respect for Li Shangtian.
Unless one was blind, anyone could see that Lingli’s strength was formidable, and he could have swiftly ended the battle, yet he fought for half a shichen, continuing until he had tormented his opponent to complete exhaustion.
As a reader commented in the previous chapter: if you won’t surrender, can’t others fight you?
Sure.
No problem.
But the problem lay in the deliberate toying.
If Lingli had defeated Li Shangtian in one move, the Eternal Sect disciples would certainly still be displeased, but with inferior skills, they’d accept defeat willingly. At most, when encountering him again, they’d fight with full strength to avenge their fellow disciple.
But what actually happened? He tormented him for half a shichen in front of everyone, even deliberately not knocking him off the battle platform—this made them furious.
Especially Ye Xingchen, who couldn’t tolerate it.
Fearing being thought to have crooked values, this author has rambled on explaining so much, taking the opportunity to pad the word count, but the Night Emperor who pursued swift vengeance didn’t have so many concerns—seeing a fellow disciple beaten, he had to beat that guy back.
The reason?
This Emperor wishes it.
Whether the Night Emperor wished it or not didn’t matter anymore, because… He Wudi also didn’t wish it anymore.
He had been considering whether he needed to keep a low profile in the next round of matches, but now he completely abandoned that thought, even wanting to fly into the sky, tear off his school uniform, and roar: “I’m done being human!”
Seemingly aware of being stared at by many angry eyes, Lingli turned around, looked at the crowd of Eternal Sect disciples, and spread his hands indifferently: “He wanted to lose with dignity, I fulfilled that for him—is that wrong?”
“…”
Ye Xingchen was furious.
These words sounded bland as water, but were absolutely arrogant to the extreme.
“Also.”
Lingli looked around at all the participants present, touched his nose, and said, “In this Galaxy Main Competition, you can only compete for second place, because…” A fierce smile appeared on his face: “First place is mine.”
That smile, that voice.
It was like a sheep suddenly transforming into a wild wolf.
Jun Changxiao wasn’t surprised, because when he witnessed him eliminating the scammer, he knew this person was definitely not a good guy.
“Too arrogant!”
Lingli’s words enraged the entire venue.
“Hehe.”
The top geniuses in the seeded area laughed.
“My grandfather once said, young people can be arrogant, but they can’t be overly arrogant,” Jian Xiaohong said lightly. “Otherwise, when you die, no one will collect your corpse.”
“No.”
Lingli walked down from the platform and said, “You should know about Foster Father’s wolf-raising plan, and you should understand that the only thing I’ve learned how to do by surviving until now is to collect others’ corpses.”
At that moment, extremely strong killing intent emanated from his eyes and words.
“…”
Jian Xiaohong fell silent.
To be precise, after sensing that killing intent, she smelled danger.
“This wolf.”
Gu Tianxing said, “Is very vicious.”
“Clap! Clap! Clap!”
Just then, applause came from the side.
Everyone looked over to see Jun Changxiao clapping while standing up, saying, “In front of all the geniuses of the entire Cangyun Galaxy, to dare say such arrogant words—when it comes to showing off, I’m not your equal.”
“Don’t misunderstand.”
“I’m not showing off.”
Lingli pointed at Li Shangtian collapsed on the ground and smiled, “I’m relying on real strength.”
“…”
Jun Changxiao’s expression darkened.
He sat down again, then lowered his head and said, “Did you all hear that?”
“We heard it!”
Li Qingyang and Xiao Zuiji and the others shouted.
“What should we do next?”
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
In an instant, all the Eternal Sect disciples present at the venue erupted with their cultivation levels, roaring furiously: “Defeat him, utterly crush him!”
“Holy crap!”
The audience’s eyes widened.
These Eternal Sect disciples were quite docile just now, how did they suddenly become so violent!
Especially that guy with a dark face, killing intent and fury coexisting—just like a demon walking out of hell!
Enraged.
The Eternal Sect was enraged!
“Stomp!”
Jun Changxiao stood up again, placed one foot on the platform, pointed at the supremely arrogant Lingli, and roared: “In today’s main competition, you must crawl out of here—I, Jun Changxiao, say so!”
Lu Qianqian, Li Qingyang, Su Xiaomo, Xiao Zuiji, Ye Xingchen, and He Wudi all looked over at once.
Because they were all in their respective battle zones, they just happened to form a surrounding formation.
Lingli was a wolf.
Then, the core disciples present were lions.
Also provoked were the Cangyun Galaxy geniuses, but under the Eternal Sect’s powerful aura, they had already become insignificant.
“These people.”
Nangong Qingxian said, “Are all extraordinary!”
Jian Xiaohong swept her gaze over the Eternal Sect disciples one by one, her eyes finally settling on Zhou Hong, saying with interest, “Grandfather was right, the geniuses in this world are countless.”
“The competition continues, next round participants please take the stage!”
The organizers announced loudly.
“Whoosh!”
Su Xiaomo was first to fly to the battle platform, taking the severely injured Li Shangtian down. The latter cried even more miserably, saying, “Senior… Senior Brother… I’ve wronged the Sect Master, wronged the sect…”
“Victory and defeat are common in military affairs.”
Su Xiaomo comforted him, “The Sect Master and fellow disciples won’t blame you.”
“Wuu wuu wuu…”
Li Shangtian burst into tears.
From this, one could see that losing to Lingli and interrupting the Eternal Sect’s winning streak would bring him a heavy blow. Whether he could walk out of self-blame would require a separate three to five chapters to write.
“Junior Brother.”
Su Xiaomo comforted him, “You must be able to pick it up and put it down. It’s not a life-and-death battle, why care about winning or losing!”
Undeniably, this guy had a big mouth, but when it came to caring for fellow disciples, he had skills. Even after winning his own match, he immediately came over to console, very effectively soothing Li Shangtian’s wounded heart.
…
The matches continued.
Lu Qianqian, Li Qingyang, and the others successively fought in battles. Because Li Shangtian had been wildly tormented, they no longer hid their strength, fighting swiftly and decisively, only hoping to enter the next round faster and draw the supremely arrogant Lingli.
“Junior Brother, when living, one cannot be too concerned about winning and losing.”
“Junior Brother, look at me—I get beaten to death by Junior Brother Ye every day, but don’t I still live happily?”
“Junior Brother…”
“Second round, number one Su Xiaomo, number two Lingli, take the stage!”
Hearing his name, Su Xiaomo finally turned over the token he had drawn for the second round, realizing he held number one. He immediately stood up furiously and said, “Junior Brother, Senior Brother will avenge you!”
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