Chapter 75: Kid! If You Have the Guts, Don’t Hide
The next day, Qingyun Zong’s decisive battle arena.
This decisive battle arena was located beneath the main peak of Qingyun Zong, surrounded by three peaks. The three peaks were shaped like sharp swords piercing the sky, imposing an encircling and oppressive momentum from below.
All disciples and rogue cultivators observing the battle could ride their swords to watch, scattered casually outside the arena’s barrier. At a glance, they were densely packed.
The three sects that were previously defeated hadn’t left either. They had suffered a hidden loss on this trip, and their hearts were long since leaning towards Chongshan Zong. They wished this battle could crush the arrogance of the Qingyun Zong people, and they stayed behind to watch a good joke.
Not long after the competition began, Chongshan Zong and Qingyun Zong successively lost two people each.
Thus, on Chongshan Zong’s side, only Feng Shi, Zhou Rurong, and Xue Mei remained.
Over the four matches, the two Qingyun Zong members used ruthless moves, showing absolutely no mercy, as if they wished they could smack the Chongshan Zong people to death on the spot.
Feng Shi muttered in his heart, truly a bad nest breeds bad birds, and couldn’t help but sigh.
Beside him, Shen Songhe quietly reached out and squeezed his palm. Thinking he was nervous before the match, he comforted him in a low voice: “Don’t be afraid, with your master here, nothing will happen.”
Feng Shi paused, knowing he had misunderstood, but didn’t want to refute it. He smiled: “En, with Shizun here, I’m not afraid!”
The two secretly held hands under the watchful eyes of the crowd, forbidden and slightly thrilling, yet unwilling to let go even when their palms grew slightly sweaty.
The next to take the stage was Xue Mei. She thought she would win smoothly, but unexpectedly, she still lost.
“Apologies Zhangmen, I…” Xue Mei clutched her injured shoulder, her face pale.
Qiu Changzhou’s thick eyebrows knitted tightly, but there was no blame in his expression: “Alright, I saw the battle clearly. You did your best. Healing your injuries is the priority, go.”
Xue Mei nodded, but turned her steps to arrive in front of Feng Shi.
“Feng Shidi, Chongshan Zong is relying on you.” Saying so, she patted his shoulder heavily and then left.
Feng Shi: ?
He looked up, only to see that everyone around him was casting their gazes onto him, their eyes full of affirmation.
It seemed his previous performance in the Demonic Beast Mountain Range was too wild.
Feng Shi smiled: What should I do, I suddenly feel like I’ve become majestic?
[Host, winning this match still yields rewards. Qingqing can convert this into a normal task for you. Do you accept?]
“What are the task rewards?”
[The task rewards are transparent, contents as follows: 3,000 low-grade spirit stones + 200 mid-grade spirit stones.]
Feng Shi’s eyes lit up: “Accept, accept!”
He was going to have to fight sooner or later anyway; he’d be a fool not to take the spirit stones.
During their conversation, Zhou Rurong took the stage.
What Feng Shi didn’t expect was that Zhou Rurong looked frail and delicate, and her presence wasn’t strong, but her strength was exceptionally formidable. She beat people up without holding back. Her opponent’s teeth were shattered all over the ground, exiting the stage tragically.
Qiu Changzhou’s face changed like a Sichuan opera mask; one moment his brows were tightly knit, the next he was clapping his hands and laughing aloud.
Unfortunately, in the next match, Zhou Rurong faced an opponent at the peak of the Jindan stage.
Seeing that Zhou Rurong was also about to lose, Qiu Changzhou’s smiling face cracked. Furrowing his brows, he strode over to Feng Shi and pulled him away from Shen Songhe’s side.
Looking at his expression, Feng Shi was dying of laughter inside, but his face was purely innocent as he asked: “Zhangmen, you needed me for something?”
Qiu Changzhou scratched his head, struggling for a long time, before finally gritting his teeth: “Tell me, what are your conditions?”
Feng Shi was baffled: “Ah?”
Qiu Changzhou’s eagle eyes were sharp as he held up a single finger: “Ten thousand spirit stones. Beat up Qingyun Zong fiercely for me! Deal or no deal?”
Feng Shi was greatly shocked: What? Today, one by one, everyone is rushing to give him money?!
Also, Qiu Changzhou, you’re a Zhangmen, can you stop acting like a bandit all the time?
Of course, the above statement was merely Feng Shi’s internal complaint.
In reality.
Feng Shi revealed a conflicted expression, his tone sincere: “This isn’t very appropriate, Zhangmen. Striving to win the competition is my responsibility as a disciple. How can I take your money?”
Qiu Changzhou’s breath hitched, and a touched expression subsequently appeared on his face. Before he could speak, he heard Feng Shi continue.
“What grade?”
Qiu Changzhou’s touched emotion came to an abrupt halt. He ground his teeth fiercely and lowered his voice: “Only low-grade! Any more and I’ll go bankrupt!”
Feng Shi smiled cheerfully, forming a fist and lightly bumping his shoulder: “Deal!”
Zhou Rurong held on to her limit, but ultimately still lost. If Xie Anhui hadn’t been injured, perhaps he could have lasted until the end.
Qingyun Zong still had two people left, while Chongshan Zong only had Feng Shi remaining.
Feng Shi and Shen Songhe exchanged a glance.
Shen Songhe’s facial expression didn’t show it, but an arc could still be seen at the corners of his lips. He raised a hand and ruffled his hair: “Go on, I’ll teach you how to draw talismans when you get back.”
Feng Shi smiled and nodded, walking slowly onto the stage.
A few days ago, Feng Shi had tamed a strange bird in the Demonic Beast Mountain Range, seized the flag in one day, and miraculously broken through to Jindan, his fame already preceding him.
Seeing him, the observing crowd cheered and applauded. Some even directly tossed flowers to show their affection, and discussions were non-stop.
“Hey, I heard this person’s name a few days ago. I thought his incredibly handsome appearance was just a rumor, but unexpectedly, the real person lives up to the reputation!”
“A young prodigy! To have cultivated to the Jindan stage before the age of twenty, how many people in this world can achieve that!”
However, where there is good, there is naturally bad, and there were plenty of people who disliked Feng Shi.
“Arrogant and ignorant! Although this kid is at the Jindan stage, how can he compare to that Yuanying stage expert on the other side? Everyone is probably just blinded by his beauty!”
“This fellow Daoist is absolutely right. He’s nothing but a greenhorn, yet so arrogant and unrestrained. How long can he stay cocky?”
Hearing the words of these two, those who had praised Feng Shi earlier fell silent and didn’t refute. After all, the strength of Qingyun Zong’s Yan Ze was laid bare for all to see. Even if Feng Shi was formidable, he couldn’t possibly truly skip a major realm to defeat an enemy, right?
Looking at it this way, the victor and loser of this sect duel had already been decided.
Feng Shi ignored these discussions. As he walked, he beamed with joy and waved at the surrounding crowd: “Hello everyone! Good afternoon, comrades!”
The observing crowd: “…”
The entire arena instantly fell dead silent.
The one who defeated Zhou Rurong in the previous match was a burly, muscular man. He was at least two heads taller than Feng Shi, with solid muscles. At first glance, he looked like he could eat ten children in one meal.
Seeing Feng Shi’s thin and small frame, the muscular man let out a sneer, spat on the ground, smashed his fists together twice, and a powerful wave of spiritual energy rushed forward.
The muscular man smiled savagely: “Kid, facing me, you’re courting death.”
Feng Shi also mobilized his own spiritual energy for protection, flicked a finger to disperse that spiritual energy, and smiled: “This brother, you shouldn’t speak too absolutely.”
The muscular man no longer joked around with Feng Shi. Perhaps eager to show off, his very first move was an ultimate skill.
His weapons were a pair of scimitars. With a flick of his hand, a blade skimmed past Feng Shi’s cheek. Then, the person followed the blade, holding the other one to stab straight at his vital points.
Unflustered, Feng Shi pushed off the ground lightly, gracefully flipping over his back. In mid-air, his body tensed like a drawn bow. Exerting force, he kicked the man right in the back.
That massive and heavy spiritual energy actually missed its mark entirely in an instant, landing on the barrier outside the stage.
The observing crowd: “Yikes~”
If nothing else, when Feng Shi practiced sparring with Xu Yan in the Demon-Slaying Tower, the difficulty was a hundred times greater than this.
Coupled with the divine soul he had honed for months, his movement techniques, strength, physical body, and so on, were all a level higher than ordinary cultivators.
Not to mention, Qingyun Zong had used some unknown method to forcefully accelerate their growth. The things their disciples cultivated were all hollow; their explosive power was acceptable, but they truly couldn’t endure a beating.
Feng Shi dodged back and forth, refusing to counterattack directly. After missing several times, the muscular man began to sweat profusely from his forehead.
“You!”
After Feng Shi effortlessly deflected his attacks once again, the muscular man finally couldn’t hold back. With a stomp, he crushed a deep crater into the ground and cursed angrily: “Kid! If you have the guts, don’t hide!”
Feng Shi fluttered down in his white clothes, landing very dashingly with his hands behind his back.
Compared to the other’s miserable, sweat-drenched state, he was simply as carefree and relaxed as if chatting and reciting poetry.
“I just don’t have the guts,” Feng Shi smiled, then pulled his eye down with one hand and made a funny face at the other party: “What are you going to do? Why don’t you call the police to arrest me?”
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