Gou's Liver Experience in the World of Demons and Demons

"Really? Then why don't you dare to accept the challenge?"

He turned to the examiner.

"I suggest an extra match, with us as the champions and Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao as the challengers. If Gu Sheng is really capable, I won't be afraid. If he is cheating..."

He deliberately dragged out the tone, and there was a fierce flash in his eyes.

"According to the rules of the Holy Land, cheaters will be disqualified at best, or executed at worst!"

The examiner's deep gaze lingered on Wang Chenyu's face for a moment, and his knuckles tapped lightly on the armrest of the seat, making a dull sound.

"An extra game?"

Wang Chenyu straightened his back with a look of unwillingness to admit defeat in his eyes.

"That's right! We didn't have enough fun in the previous competition. We want to fight again to prove our strength!"

"absurd!"

A clear voice suddenly interrupted.

Wang Yun strode out from the crowd, his blue shirt fluttering and his brows full of indignation.

"The disciples of the Holy Land have enjoyed miraculous medicine since childhood, and their cultivation resources far exceed those of us casual cultivators. How can such a competition be fair?"

The examiner raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Wang Yun, and then glanced thoughtfully at Gu Sheng who was standing in the corner.

The guy remained irritatingly calm from beginning to end, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

“Lack of resources is just an excuse!”

Wang Chenyu sneered and flicked his sleeves.

"If you think it's unfair, we can suppress some of our strength. Is that okay?"

"Suppress strength?"

Wang Yun sneered.

"Just like an adult playing with a child, giving alms? We don't need this kind of hypocritical fairness!"

The examiner suddenly raised his hand, and the debate came to an end.

He stood up slowly, his robes fluttering in the wind.

"Since both sides are willing to fight again, let's do as Wang Chenyu said and have an extra match."

He paused, his eyes flashing.

"Each side will send out three people to fight one by one."

Wang Yun's face suddenly changed, and when he was about to say something else, a slender hand pressed his shoulder.

Ling Xiao had been standing beside him without him knowing, with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Examiner."

Ling Xiao's voice was clear and instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"Since we have to play a tiebreaker, what should we do if we win?"

The examiner looked surprised, but then he regained his composure.

"what do you want?"

“Fifth-grade elixir.”

Ling Xiao spoke each word clearly, his voice was not loud but it sounded like thunder.

"what?!"

Wang Chenyu's face changed drastically and he subconsciously reached for his storage bag.

"Are you crazy? The fifth-grade elixir is so precious, I..."

"Oh?"

Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of teasing.

"As a disciple of the inner sect of the holy land, you don't even have a fifth-grade elixir?"

He shook his head and sighed.

"Then what's there to brag about?"

The examiner coughed lightly.

"Wang Chenyu is only half a step into the Underground Palace Realm, and he really doesn't have a fifth-grade elixir."

There was an uproar in the field.

Wang Chenyu's face turned from red to blue, and veins bulged on his forehead.

He suddenly drew the sword from his waist. The sword shone coldly and there was a faint sound of a dragon's roar.

"This sword is called Frost, it is of the highest quality in the Xuan class! If I lose, the sword will be yours!"

Ling Xiao glanced at the sword and curled his lips.

"It's just so-so, just make do with it."

He said this, but there was a gleam in his eyes.

This sword is indeed extraordinary. The sword body is like ice, and a dark blue gem is inlaid on the hilt, emitting a hint of coldness.

"Insanity!"

Wang Chenyu laughed out of anger.

"When we get on the stage, I'll see if you still dare to be so stubborn!"

Wang Yun quietly pulled Ling Xiao's sleeve and transmitted the message.

"Be careful, he might kill you. The examiner might not be able to rescue you in time."

Ling Xiao raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sent a message back.

"Don't worry, he can't beat me."

After saying that, he strode towards the center stage, his back as straight as a pine tree.

Wang Chenyu's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and a bloody murderous aura suddenly emerged from his body, wrapping around his body like a substance.

"If I don't destroy you today, I, Wang Chenyu, will not be a human being!"

With every step he took, the ground shook slightly, as if a ferocious beast had awakened.

"Ling Xiao, are you a piece of trash, and are you worthy enough to stand in front of me?"

Wang Yuchen's voice was like an icy blade, echoing in the competition arena.

There was a condescending arrogance in his brows.

With every step he took, the ground of the arena trembled slightly, and the pressure of the Half-Step Underground Palace Realm spread in all directions.

The disciples of the Holy Land who were watching the match below the stage cheered with excitement in their eyes.

To them, this was just another display of the majesty of the holy land, a performance destined to be crushed.

Ling Xiao stood there, his black clothes fluttering and his face terrifyingly calm.

Only in those deep eyes, there was a faint flicker of fire.

"What? Are you so scared that you can't even speak?"

Wang Yuchen raised the corner of his mouth in sarcasm, raised his right hand slightly, and a green spiritual power condensed into a lotus shape in his palm.

"An outsider ant like you is not even worthy of carrying my shoes."

"Brother Wang is right!"

"Let him see the power of the Holy Land!"

The disciples of the Holy Land below the stage burst into laughter, and some even covered their stomachs exaggeratedly, as if they had heard a huge joke.

The examiner stood at the edge of the arena, his white beard moving slightly, with satisfaction in his eyes.

He nodded slightly and whispered to another elder beside him.

"Yuchen is a good kid. He knows how to maintain the dignity of the Holy Land."

"really."

The elder stroked his beard and smiled.

"Recently, these outsiders have become more and more ignorant of their own limitations. It's time to teach them a lesson."

On the stage, Wang Yuchen felt the approval of the elders and became even more motivated.

He put his hands behind his back and looked down at Ling Xiao condescendingly.

"Kneel down and beg for mercy, and I will consider only breaking one of your legs. Otherwise."

"I will make you regret coming into this world."

Ling Xiao finally moved.

He raised his head slowly, his black hair fluttering in the wind, and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"Finished?"

These three words, spoken lightly, made Wang Yuchen frown.

"court death!"

Wang Yuchen shouted angrily, and his body moved like lightning, instantly crossing a distance of ten feet. His right fist, wrapped in a dazzling green light, went straight to Ling Xiao's face.

This punch may seem simple, but it actually contains the "Green Lotus Breaking the Sky Force" secret to the Qinghe Holy Land, which is powerful enough to split mountains and rocks.

The wind from his fists whistled, making Ling Xiao's robe rustle.

The people in the audience had already foreseen the scene of Ling Xiao being knocked away by a punch, and several disciples from the holy land even applauded in advance.

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"boom!"

There was a muffled sound and the arena shook.

Everyone stared with eyes wide open, looking at the scene on the stage in disbelief.

Ling Xiao stood firmly in place and clasped Wang Yuchen's fist with his right hand.

The blow that was powerful enough to shatter rocks was caught by him with one hand, without moving at all!

"This is impossible!"

Wang Yuchen's pupils suddenly shrank, and for the first time a look of surprise appeared on his face.

He tried to pull his fist back, but found that the opponent's fingers were as hard as steel and he couldn't break free at all.

"Half-step underground palace realm?"

Ling Xiao chuckled. "What a coincidence, me too."

Before he finished speaking, an extremely violent aura burst out from Ling Xiao's body.

The black spiritual energy formed a whirlwind around him, causing the protective barriers around the arena to shake violently.

"what?!"

"He is actually also at the Half-Step Underground Palace Realm!"

The disciples of the Holy Land below the stage exclaimed in amazement, and the smile on the examiner's face froze instantly.

Wang Yuchen's face changed drastically, but he quickly calmed down.

"Humph! Even if we are at the same level, how can my holy land skills be compared with your wild methods? Break it for me!"

He made hand seals with his left hand and the spiritual energy in his body circulated wildly, trying to perform the "Nine Turns of the Blue Lotus" secretly passed down from the Qinghe Holy Land.

As soon as the spell was started, he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his abdomen.

"boom!"

Ling Xiao's fist had hit Wang Yuchen's abdomen so hard that his internal organs seemed to be displaced.

Wang Yuchen's eyes bulged out and he spat out a mouthful of blood three feet away, and his whole body hunched over like a shrimp.

"Holy Land Technique?"

Ling Xiao sneered, his left hand was as fast as lightning, and he punched the same spot again.

"That's it?"

"Puff——" Wang Yuchen spurted blood again and his face turned pale in an instant.

He wanted to resist, but found that all the spiritual power in his body was messed up by this punch and could not be condensed at all.

All the disciples of the Holy Land opened their mouths wide, looking in disbelief as Brother Wang, who was so high and mighty in their eyes, was beaten like a sandbag.

"Didn't you just tell me to kneel down?"

Ling Xiao's voice was cold. He grabbed Wang Yuchen's hair with his right hand and pressed it down hard, while raising his knee to push up.

"Crack!"

The sound of a broken nose can be clearly heard.

Wang Yuchen let out a scream that was not like a human voice, and his entire face was instantly covered in blood.

"Senior Brother Wang!"

Several disciples from the holy land finally reacted and wanted to rush onto the stage.

"roll!"

Ling Xiao didn't even turn his head. He waved his left hand and a stream of black spiritual power came out, which directly blew those disciples away dozens of feet and crashed heavily into the distant mountain wall.

Ling Xiao's right hand kept moving.

Two slaps landed on Wang Yuchen's face, causing his teeth to fly out and his cheeks to swell up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This slap will make you arrogant."

"This slap is to punish you for your outrageous words."

"This slap"

Ling Xiao paused.

"Because you're too ugly."

"Puchi——" An unknown outsider cultivator in the audience couldn't help laughing out loud, and then quickly covered his mouth.

But this laugh seemed to open the floodgates, and more and more monks from the outside world began to laugh softly.

The faces of the disciples of the holy land turned pale, but no one dared to step forward.

The way they looked at Ling Xiao had changed from contempt to fear.

Wang Yuchen was now unrecognizable, his entire face was swollen like a pig's head. Where was the trace of the elegant gentleman he had previously been?

He was in a state of confusion and could only utter faint groans.

Ling Xiao lifted him up with one hand, raised him above his head, and turned to the people below the stage.

"Geniuses of Qinghe Holy Land, who looks like a pig head now? Hmm?"

The disciples of the Holy Land looked at each other, hesitating and unable to speak. Some even subconsciously took a few steps back, fearing that they would be noticed by this evil star.

"say!"

Ling Xiao roared loudly, his voice like thunder, shocking several weaker disciples of the holy land to their knees.

"Snapped!"

Ling Xiao's slap once again hit Wang Yuchen's face, which was already swollen like a pig's head. Blood mixed with broken teeth splashed out and fell on the bluestone slab of the ring, making a "tapping" sound.

The expressions on the faces of the holy land disciples who were originally waiting to see Ling Xiao being crushed were as if someone had stuffed their mouths with coptis, bitter and astringent.

"This slap is for your parents to teach you a lesson."

Ling Xiao said coldly, grabbing Wang Yuchen's collar with his left hand and raising his right hand high again.

"Don't be too arrogant!"

"stop!"

The examiner finally couldn't bear it anymore, jumped onto the stage, and reached out to stop Ling Xiao.

"The winner has been decided, enough is enough!"

Ling Xiao glanced at the examiner with a sneer on his face.

"Why? When he was humiliating me just now, why didn't you come out and say that enough was enough?"

The examiner's face froze and his old face turned slightly red.

Indeed, when Wang Yuchen was being arrogant just now, he not only did not stop him, but secretly praised him.

"He's already unconscious."

The examiner lowered his voice, trying to save a bit of face for the Holy Land.

Ling Xiao looked down at Wang Yuchen, who was like mud in his hands. He was indeed rolling his eyes, with blood constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he had completely lost consciousness.

"Tsk, so inexperienced."

Ling Xiao curled his lips and threw Wang Yuchen to the examiner.

"Return the genius of your holy land to you."

The examiner quickly caught Wang Yuchen, checked his injuries, and his expression suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Ling Xiao! You."

The examiner looked up and glared, but saw that Ling Xiao had turned and walked to the edge of the ring, waving at him with his back to him.

"Wait!"

Ling Xiao suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something, and turned to look at the examiner.

"Is it time to fulfill our bet?"

The examiner was stunned.

"What bet?"

"playing dumb?"

Ling Xiao sneered.

"Wang Yuchen said it himself. If I win, his Frost Sword will belong to me. What? Are the words of the disciples of the Holy Land so irrelevant?"

There was an uproar in the audience.

The Frost Sword is a precious item even in the Qinghe Holy Land, and the one Wang Yuchen had was given to him by his master, so it has extraordinary significance.

The examiner's face was uncertain. He looked at the unconscious Wang Yuchen in his arms, then looked at the expectant eyes of many disciples below the stage, and finally gritted his teeth.

"give him!"

A deacon reluctantly walked onto the stage holding a emerald green sword. The sword emitted a faint glow, and it was obvious that it was not an ordinary item.

Ling Xiao took the sword, casually made a sword flower, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad, barely worthy of me."

"you!"

The deacon was so angry that his beard stood up, but he didn't dare to get angry.

Ling Xiao put the sword into the storage ring, looked around at the many holy land disciples below the stage, and grinned.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Wang, for your generosity. Next time you have such a good thing, remember to look for me again."

"puff--"

There were monks from outside the audience who couldn't help laughing out loud, but were immediately glared at by the holy land disciples next to them, so they quickly covered their mouths.

The examiner carried Wang Yuchen off the stage, his face so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

He originally hoped that Wang Yuchen could suppress Ling Xiao's arrogance, but he didn't expect that Ling Xiao would become famous by stepping on the face of the Holy Land.

"We must win the next game!"

The examiner whispered to the holy land disciples beside him.

"If we lose another game, the Holy Land will lose all its face!"

"Disciple understands!"

Two young men in white clothes stood up. They were Ke Yucheng and Zhuang Feichen.

Their strength is second only to Wang Yuchen, and their eyes are burning with anger at this moment.

The examiner nodded.

“Yucheng, Feichen, you two must go all out to let these outsiders know that the majesty of the holy land cannot be desecrated!”

"Yes!"

The two of them responded in unison, their eyes sweeping towards the outside cultivators on Gu Sheng's side like knives.

Gu Sheng fell into an awkward silence.

After seeing Ling Xiao's strength and Wang Yuchen's miserable condition, no one was willing to take the initiative to stand up and face the wrath of the Holy Land.

"Why? No one dares to fight?"

Zhuang Feichen sneered, his eyes swept across everyone's faces, and finally fixed on a thin young boy. (End of this chapter)