My mind is made up.
These four words were spoken very decisively, showing Ling Yufang was truly angry and had to prove with strength that he didn’t rely on his father!
Liu Shangqing was devastated.
The other side was clearly deliberately provoking, and he still foolishly went up—wasn’t that asking for abuse!
How could such a wise and mighty City Lord have given birth to such a bastard!
Of course.
He only dared think it, not say it out loud.
“Very well.”
Jun Changxiao said, “Little Mu, accompany Young Master Ling for a match.”
“Yes!”
Su Xiaomu jumped onto the arena platform.
Before he could even warm up, Wangu Sect disciples transmitted their voices over.
“Senior Brother Su, you must brutally abuse this guy!”
“That arrogant attitude just now was extremely unpleasant to watch. Must abuse him half to death!”
“Best to abuse the shit and piss out of him!”
To make everyone hate him this much all stemmed from Ling Yufang deliberately calling Wangu Sect “Zuogu Sect” (Dead and Gone Sect).
It must be said.
In attracting hatred, this guy was on par with Jun Changxiao.
“Swoosh!”
Ling Yufang landed on the arena, his eyes constantly flashing with fury. If his gaze could kill, Su Xiaomu would have been dismembered long ago.
“The one going up is a Wangu Sect inner disciple. His strength is definitely formidable. Can Young Master Ling win?”
“I heard this Young City Lord Ling’s aptitude isn’t particularly high. His father used countless heavenly treasures to help forge his meridians.”
“Ah, this is good fortune, this is being born into a good family.”
The low discussions of Southwest Yang Province martial artists were heard by Ling Yufang, making the fury in his body even more intense!
Why was what they cared about only that he had a father, without anyone caring about his years of effort!
Could it be.
Just because of his birth.
All effort and dedication had to be erased, attributed to having a good father!
This.
Was unfair to him!
“Whoosh whoosh—”
As anger burned, Ling Yufang released his Wuzong cultivation, his voice low, “I will make you all know that I can become Young City Lord, that I can have my current cultivation, relying on myself!”
“How shall we compete?” Su Xiaomu smiled.
Releasing his full cultivation, Ling Yufang said proudly, “With weapons!”
Swoosh!
As he spoke, his right hand gently raised, and a precious sword carved with dragon beasts appeared. Though still unsheathed, it emanated sharp momentum!
“Three-Chi Dragon Roaming Sword!”
“Heavens, this is one of City Lord Ling’s personal swords. Its quality has already reached supreme high-grade. Never thought he’d give it to his son!”
Everyone cast envious looks.
Liu Shangqing and Ge Tuhong’s eyes showed strange expressions. As Wuhuangs, even they didn’t have weapons approaching saint-grade quality!
Indeed.
Having a good father was truly awesome!
Urgently wanting to prove himself, Ling Yufang brought out a sword weapon his father had gifted him. This was quite ironic.
“Come on.”
Su Xiaomu said, “Let’s begin.”
“Where’s your weapon?”
“Dealing with a rookie like you, bare hands are enough.”
“Arrogant!”
Ling Yufang’s eyes turned cold, then gripped the sword hilt. With a “clang” sound, the silver Three-Chi Dragon Roaming Sword left its sheath.
This sword was three chi long, the blade pure white. Upon leaving the sheath, dragon roar sounds seemed to ring out. It truly was an excellent weapon.
Even experts with considerable strength and money might not necessarily be able to buy it.
“Swoosh!”
Ling Yufang infused spiritual energy into the sword body, suddenly slashing through the void, immediately trailing extremely cold sword qi!
Su Xiaomu tapped his toes, treading mysterious footwork to circle around, then appeared behind him, directly kicking over.
Bang—
Ling Yufang had no time to dodge at all, being directly kicked on the shoulder and explosively retreating backward while holding his sword.
Swoosh!
Su Xiaomu strode to keep up, spiritual energy infused in his right foot, immediately launching a dazzling barrage of attacks.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
In an instant, Ling Yufang’s chest suffered heavy blows, staggering backward to the arena’s edge.
With strength only at fourth-grade Wuzong, even with a high-grade sword weapon, facing peak Wuzong Su Xiaomu he could only be completely dominated!
“Damn it!”
Ling Yufang endured the pain, furiously executing sword techniques, immediately weaving densely packed sword shadows before him!
This was also a profound sword technique, prepared for his son by City Lord Ling.
Unfortunately.
Ling Yufang’s aptitude wasn’t particularly excellent.
Even learning sword techniques, even with high-grade sword weapon enhancement, he still couldn’t display its true power.
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Su Xiaomu went full speed, dodging left and right on the arena, avoiding wave after wave of cold sword qi, then circling to Ling Yufang’s front and kicking his wrist.
Swoosh!
The Three-Chi Dragon Roaming Sword flew from his grip, spinning as it stabbed into the ground.
Liu Shangqing shook his head.
This result didn’t surprise him at all.
To put it bluntly, Young City Lord Ling was only respected by everyone because he had an awesome father. Without that relationship, thrown into a crowd he would definitely have zero presence.
“Damn it…” Ling Yufang’s eyes nearly split with rage.
With such a strong sword weapon and sword technique, why still couldn’t he defeat a Wangu Sect disciple!
This question was very simple.
He had a good father.
Su Xiaomu and the others had a—good Sect Master!
You have countless resources and abundant martial techniques? Sorry, Wangu Sect disciples all have these too!
If forced to find one advantage, Ling Yufang only had his “Young City Lord” status to flaunt.
Of course.
If choosing between “Young City Lord” and “Wangu Sect disciple,” Su Xiaomu and the others would definitely choose the latter, because in their hearts, Wangu Sect disciple status was priceless!
…
Was it over?
No.
After Su Xiaomu kicked away Ling Yufang’s weapon, he gave him absolutely no chance to surrender or jump off the arena. A heavy fist directly struck him dizzy and disoriented, then began devastating torture.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Watching martial artists’ mouths twitched, finally unable to bear watching and turning their heads away.
“Sect Master Jun.”
Princess Honglian said quietly, “After all, he is Lingteng Royal City’s Young City Lord. Teaching him a lesson is enough. Don’t go too far.”
Jun Changxiao said, “Precisely because he is Young City Lord must he be brutally abused, so the world will know my Wangu Sect is not to be casually provoked!”
“…”
Princess Honglian fell silent.
Boom!
Another heavy fist crashed down. The brutally abused Ling Yufang directly fainted with his head tilted, his entire face so swollen even his parents might not recognize him!
“Clap!”
Su Xiaomu dusted off his hands, “I concede.”
Liu Shangqing and Ge Tuhong’s expressions were ugly, but from beginning to end they said nothing. After all, this was an arena battle. Having gone up, being abused could only be blamed on inferior skills.
“You two.”
Jun Changxiao said, “If you still wish to learn martial arts, you can continue coming up. My Wangu Sect welcomes all challengers.”
The experts from the five fourth-rate sects all fell silent.
Even Wuhuangs had been defeated. Wangu Sect’s strength was too formidable. Continuing to challenge would only bring embarrassment!
“Sect Master Jun.”
Liu Shangqing cupped his hands, “Worthy of being a top-three sect. Today we have learned our lesson. We won’t disturb you further and will take our leave!”
Losing so many matches, even Wuhuangs couldn’t win—what face remained?
So, fleeing was the best policy!
“We won’t see you out.” Jun Changxiao cupped his hands.
Liu Shangqing ordered disciples to carry the unconscious Ling Yufang, departing in disgrace under the gaze of Southwest Yang Province martial cultivators.
Arriving arrogantly, leaving miserably.
Today.
Five fourth-rate sects from Western Yun Province suffered defeat at Wangu Sect!
Today.
A Southwest Yang Province martial artist shouted from his heart, “Sect Master Jun is mighty, Wangu Sect is mighty!”
Sect Master Jun is mighty!
Wangu Sect is mighty!
Everyone shouted in unison, voices echoing through the firmament.
The plaque hanging in the great hall, inscribed with the four characters “Iron Bones Clanging,” flashed with dazzling brilliance under the sunlight!
“Sect Master Jun.”
Princess Honglian smiled, “If father knew of this matter, he would definitely be very happy.”
Jun Changxiao didn’t hear what she said, nor did he hear everyone’s shouts, because his ears had already been covered by the sound of task completion notifications.