The Galactic Tournament’s arena platform, reinforced by professional formation masters, had extremely high resistance to explosive force.

However.

Just as Linglie roared and charged forward.

The entire arena platform instantly collapsed, the spreading cracks even affecting the spectator stands.

“Swish! Swish!”

In an instant, the audience retreated in unison, the scene nearly losing control.

Gu Tianxing stood up.

He wasn’t trying to dodge—he was staring with wide eyes fixed intently on the arena platform shrouded in qi waves and dust, muttering, “How is this possible…”

“Snap.”

Jun Changxiao casually pulled out a lighter, lowered his head to light his cigar, then exhaled smoke rings, smiling: “Comfortable.”

“Whoosh whoosh!”

Just then, gale winds swept through the venue, blowing away the qi waves and dust, making the internal situation clear at a glance.

He Wudi stood in place.

His legs spread wide as if in horse stance, right fist pressed down toward the ground…

Oh no, there was no ground anymore, because the platform had completely disintegrated, with a crater beneath his feet.

Earlier, He Wudi’s art style had been dead-fish eyes; now it was ultra-realistic art style, his entire face resolute and unwavering, without indifference, without nonchalance—just two words: serious!

Where was Linglie?

In the crater, a hundred zhang deep in the pit, his entire face buried in the mud, the bump protruding from his skull nearly bursting through from inside.

“Swish!”

He Wudi waved his hand, pulling him out, holding him high as he said, “You are here to offer yourself for a beating.”

These words were still very flat, but combined with his current action, could be called the Eternal Sect disciples’ best showing-off scene.

Li Shangtian, lying on the ground, struggled to lift his camera and pressed down on the shutter with a ‘snap.’

“Junior Brother!”

Su Xiaomo and the others gave thumbs up, saying, “Awesome!”

Everyone understood He Wudi, and knew Li Shangtian being beaten made him very angry, but never imagined he’d get serious enough to one-punch kill the opponent, and moreover… after the other party had unleashed his trump card, when the other party was most confident!

Lu Qianqian’s thrashing could only be considered physical abuse.

He Wudi’s thrashing included not only physical abuse but also psychological abuse.

You unleashed your bloodline?

You became stronger and more arrogant?

One punch.

Lie obediently on the ground and don’t move.

It could be said that He Wudi’s punch displayed his own grandeur and also created the strongest satisfying moment in all the Galactic Tournament battles thus far.

Jun Changxiao felt satisfied.

The readers also felt satisfied.

However, Linglie couldn’t feel satisfied, because after enduring that serious punch, his confidence, his pride, his persistence were all shattered to pieces, and he could no longer maintain consciousness as he fainted.

“Swish!”

He Wudi casually tossed that kid out.

The referee quickly recovered his senses, loudly announcing: “Winner, He Wudi!”

“Hah!”

Jun Changxiao took several deep drags on his cigar, then leaned back in his chair wildly exhaling smoke rings, saying, “The disciple I trusted most performed for me, yet the most unreliable disciple actually didn’t perform for me!”

Watching Linglie being carried away, Ye Xingchen angrily performed a set of military boxing, then roared at He Wudi walking down from the platform, “Why didn’t you leave him for me!”

“Because.”

He Wudi stopped and said, “I am also a member of the Eternal Sect.”

“…”

These words made Ye Xingchen calm down.

He turned around and said, “If you and I meet in the finals, you must treat it seriously.”

“Fine.”

He Wudi said.

An evil and charming smile rose at the corner of Ye Xingchen’s mouth.

…

“Buzz!”

“Buzz!”

Before the shattered arena platform, dozens of formation masters were rushing repairs.

All contestants looked at He Wudi with fearful eyes.

Without question, that serious punch knocking out the unleashed Linglie made the Dog Saint who always pursued a low profile become the brightest presence in the entire venue!

“Wudi.”

Jun Changxiao put his hands together and said, “You are worthy of being my Eternal Sect’s last disciple.”

Perhaps everyone felt ‘last disciple’ was more like a comedic gag, but in fact, today He Wudi’s performance perfectly illustrated what it meant to be the last disciple!

“Sect Master Jun!”

Gu Tianxing gave a thumbs up: “Your disciple is too formidable!”

He was slapped in the face again by the battle between He Wudi and Linglie. Although it stung, he was happy about it, because defeating the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s adopted son proved formidable strength—participating in the finals would definitely achieve good results!

Previously, Old Gu thought that if Eternal Sect disciples advanced to the finals, as long as they could place in the top thousand it would bring prestige to the Crossing Heaven Realm. Now his estimate had to move forward to the top few hundred, possibly even the top hundred.

What gave him such confidence was the source—Linglie was the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s adopted son, and if he could be defeated with one punch, how could most opponents in the finals fight him?

…

The Eternal Sect’s wolf-thrashing storyline ended.

However, the Galactic Tournament wasn’t over yet and had to continue (padding).

As things currently stood, after dealing with the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s adopted son, the most threatening ones remaining on the field were just Jian Xiaohong, Nangong Qingxian, and a few other top-tier geniuses.

Looking at the Eternal Sect’s eliminated disciples, there were only Li Shangtian, Su Xiaomo, and Lu Qianqian. The situation was very favorable for Dog Leftover… like hell it was.

Next.

The battles became quite exciting.

First, Jing Zhixiao, who had cleaned toilets for many years but never gave up cultivation, was directly KO’d by Jian Xiaohong.

Second, toilet boss Mao Xiaodao was blasted off the arena platform by a body cultivation genius.

For a time, Eternal Sect disciples faced consecutive defeats, making Jun Changxiao cough up blood while receiving blood transfusions, nearly fainting several times.

It wasn’t that Jing Zhixiao and the others were deliberately performing for their sect master—they faced contestants who were all top-tier geniuses of the Cangcloud Galaxy. Their skills were genuinely inferior. If it were competing in piloting mechas or cleaning toilets quickly, these two brothers would absolutely dominate the entire venue.

Jing Zhixiao and Mao Xiaodao could at least be considered first-generation Eternal Sect disciples.

Second-generation disciples like Lin Yi and Ye Feng, having joined late, didn’t have cultivation as deep as their predecessors. In subsequent rounds, the battles became increasingly difficult, and they too were eventually eliminated.

Regarding this.

Jun Changxiao appeared very calm.

Registering second-generation disciples for the Universal Sacred War was intended for tempering, so being eliminated was within reason.

“This failure is a trial for all of you.” Jun Changxiao consoled them. “After returning, you must review thoroughly and cultivate diligently to make up for your deficiencies.”

“Yes!”

Lin Yi and the others said.

Jun Changxiao looked at Jing Zhixiao and Mao Xiaodao again: “After returning, continue cleaning toilets for this seat. Duration: one hundred years.”

These two brothers looked at each other, like brothers in misfortune hugging together and crying.

Of course.

Currently most comfortable was still Li Shangtian.

As core disciples, inner sect disciples, and second-generation disciples fell in defeat, his mentality gradually recovered.

Although I was the first to lose, I have many fellow disciples keeping me company!

Originally planning to use three to five chapters describing how he slowly recovered from depression, then achieved comprehensive elevation of soul and mentality—now it seemed completely unnecessary.

…

The competition proceeded intensely.

“Number three Xiao Zuiji, number four Tie Haoxia, ascend the platform!” The referee called loudly.

“…”

Xiao Zuiji jumped onto the arena platform.

His eyes flashed with fervor, because that youth called Tie Haoxia was an excellent body cultivator!

“This battle.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Will definitely be full of masculine vigor.”

The system said, “Linglie has been dealt with. I bet the next chapter will fast-forward, otherwise the comment section will be full of complaints about padding.”