NOVEL NEXT Chapter 122: i will make you suffer
Just after Xiao Zuiji returned, he was arranged to fight in a match. This made him feel quite excited.
Ye Xingchen wasn’t interested in the least, preparing to take a bath.
“Xingchen,” Jun Changxiao called out to him. “You’ll go up for the fourth match and let this Lord see how your strength has progressed during the outside cultivation.”
Hateful!
Unexpectedly making this Emperor go fight with a kid!
Although he was upset, Ye Xingchen stopped walking and glanced at the Star Cloud Sect disciple, his gaze filled with the intense disdain of a Martial Emperor.
Song Cai swept the two newcomers a look, then lightly said, “Sect Head Jun, your two disciples look very weary. Sending them on stage, isn’t that a bit too casual?”
“It was originally very casual,” Jun Changxiao said.
This tone, this meaning.
Just like he hadn’t taken the Star Cloud Sect seriously from the beginning.
“You…” Song Cai forcefully restrained his anger, saying, “If Sect Head Jun does not think that my Star Cloud Sect is intentionally bullying, you can have them go on stage.”
Hahaha.
Certainly an earnest wish.
…
Xiao Zuiji did not change his uniform, dragging his dirt-covered body onto the stage. He made a slight bow, “Xiao Zuiji.”
The Star Cloud Sect disciple sized him up. “So you are the champion of the Sect Competition.”
Then, he contemptuously clasped his hands. “Zhang Ye.”
In Zhang Ye’s opinion, this guy did not even open any meridians, so winning the championship was entirely Heaven’s luck. If he had participated himself, he would certainly have beaten this guy into a dog.
That might be true. Based on Xiao Zuiji’s strength during the competition, he probably would have met tragedy at the hands of a Fourth Stage Martial Apprentice.
But now…
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
After the match started, the Star Cloud Sect disciple named Zhang Ye was violently smacked around the stage by Xiao Zuiji and his strong physical body.
If the boombox was turned on, the ‘Learn to Meow’ song would fit this occasion quite well.
Putong!
Zhang Ye spun for a few seconds, then fell down, foaming at the mouth.
As for that arrogant and contemptuous expression from a moment ago, it had long been replaced by a dead fish face; the disciple had been beaten so badly he developed a trauma.
[Ding! Disciples tyrannically beat Star Cloud Sect’s disciples 3/5]
“Not bad, not bad.”
Jun Changxiao was filled with satisfaction. “This journey outside, the improvement is remarkable.”
After solving his opponent, Xiao Zuiji stepped off the stage. “Sect Head, I’m going for a bath.”
“Go on, go on,” Jun Changxiao said.
Song Cai was dumbfounded.
The disciple he sent was Fourth Stage Martial Apprentice, while the Ironbone Sect disciple was only a Meridian Opening Stage Six!
Xiao Zuiji’s cultivation base was weak, but since he had opened his meridians, he could gather spirit power into his body. With the energy coordinating with his tempered body, his battle capabilities soared.
Fourth Stage Martial Apprentice?
Sorry, that was just a sandbag.
Losing 3 out of 5 matches… Alliance Chief Qin asking the Star Cloud Sect to exchange with the Ironbone Sect can be considered as losing more face.
Jun Changxiao asked, “Elder Song, should we continue?”
“Continue!” Song Cai growled.
He had indeed lost, but if he won the following two, the score would be 2:3, which would help him save some face!
“Xingchen, go on stage,” Jun Changxiao ordered.
Ye Xingchen coldly snorted and stepped onto the stage. He pointed at the Fifth Stage Martial Apprentice, who was supposed to appear last, and sneered, “You, get your ass over here.”
Directly choosing the strongest, Brother Chen was very efficient.
Said Star Cloud Sect disciple glanced at Song Cai. After getting a confirmation, he stepped onto the stage, vision filled with contempt as he looked at Ye Xingchen.
He was the strongest of the five disciples Song Cai brought. To be able to break through to Fifth Stage Martial Apprentice before age 20, he was indeed quite outstanding.
However.
Disdain Su Xiaomo, disdain Tian Qi, that was no problem. But he had just disdained the once Night Emperor of the Ten Great Martial Emperors!
This issue was serious!
Ye Xingchen, who didn’t have any interest in fighting with brats, saw that gaze filled with contempt and his expression immediately darkened.
He clenched his fists and coldy said, “Brat, I will make you suffer.”
Bang!
The Star Cloud Sect disciple clenched his fists and flexed. His qi erupted, howling through the air. His robe instantly tore open, revealing a gaudy chest tattoo. It could be said that he looked incomparably aggressive.
Jun Changxiao shook his head. “The pants did not burst, points deducted. Not a Peppa Pig tattoo, points deducted.”
“Tch.”
Ye Xingchen was condescending.
Song Cai said, “Sect Head Jun, my disciple is skilled in 32 different knife skills, should this match be an exchange with weapons?”
“Okay,” Jun Changxiao agreed.
Ye Xingchen’s mouth twitched.
Facing a Fifth Stage Martial Apprentice, with weapons too… This… You should at least give me a weapon to fight with, right?
Unfortunately.
Jun Changxiao did not plan to give him a weapon. Instead, he clasped his fingers together and said, “This disciple of mind is adept in 72 grappling skills and is always unarmed when facing opponents.”
Ye Xingchen’s expression immediately turned splendid.
The Star Cloud Sect disciple waved a hand and summoned his treasured sword from a storage ring.
The blade was not very long, similar to a watermelon-cutting knife, but it gleamed in the light and looked very sharp!
“Liu Kunlong,” the disciple reported.
Ye Xingchen did not state his name, but considered how he should face this armed Fifth Stage Martial Apprentice while he, himself, was unarmed.
Shua! Shua! Shua!
Liu Kunlong accurately wielded his blade, blade aura covering his entire body. He then lifted the blade with one hand, standing in the position of the Golden Rooster.
Worthy of being skilled in 32 different knife skills, professional enough!
“Good!”
Jun Changxiao clapped his hands and applauded
Pah, pah, pah!!
The disciples behind him also applauded, like they were watching a sword fighting performance.
Liu Kunlong indifferently said, “Since you did not state your name, I will use my blade now.”
“Trash,” Ye Xingchen coldly responded.
Shua!
At this time, Liu Kunlong took a stand forward. The blade in his hand was wildly swung, instantly producing numerous blade intents that wove into a dense cover, seeming quite terrifying.
Ye Xingchen retreated step by step, avoiding the blades that swept over, simultaneously looking for a flaw in the opponent’s move.
With the spirit root upgrade and a cultivation base of Meridian Twelve, his body and mind were one. Not only could he see the blades coming at him, he was able to avoid them ahead of time.
But once the opponent displayed his 32 knife skills, not only did it form an attack, the airtight net also protected the body; wanting to find a flaw to counterattack was a bit difficult.
Shua! Shua!
Liu Kunlong’s blades sped up, the afterimages increasing.
Ye Xingchen realized if he did not solve the problem in the shortest possible time, once these blades formed an inescapable net around him, he could only passively wait to be sliced into ribbons.
Hateful!
A mere Fifth Stage Martial Apprentice will make this Emperor lose?
Ye Xingchen’s anger rose and that wee bit of restored tyrannical Emperor’s aura instantly erupted.
Hu, hu!
The aura imperceptibly filled the air.
Liu Kunlong, still displaying his skills, was suddenly covered by it. He ground to a halt, his eyes filling with fear.
At that moment, Liu Kunlong felt like his soul had suddenly crashed into Hell. His mind withstood endless suffering and his limbs went rubbery, the blade falling out of his hands and clattering to the floor.
This frightening and oppressive Martial Emperor’s aura was but a mere flash. When Liu Kunlong regained his composure, he realized that his blade had fallen. He bent down to pick it up, but realized that Ye Xingchen had just straightened up, the blade in his hand.
“Brat,” Night Emperor’s cold voice sounded. “You can’t even hold your blade but dare to play with a knife before me?”
Shua!
As he spoke, he slashed with the blade.
Puchi—
A deep gash appeared on Liu Kunlong’s chest, blood splattering onto the stage.
“You…” the disciple’s expression was solemn.
Ye Xingchen stepped towards him, his voice chilling. “Today, I will make you know that a blade is used to cut people, not for vaudeville.”
Shua!
The blade slashed down once more, splattering more blood.
A gash was added to Liu Kunlong’s chest.
The disciple endured the severe pain and turned around to run.
Ye Xingchen strode forward, pursuing him while continuing to wield the blade.
Puchi! Puchi!
One blade, two blades, three blades…
The pitiful Liu Kunlong had his weapon stolen by Ye Xingchen was the one cut by it instead, eventually lying paralyzed on the stage in a pool of blood.