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

"you come up!"

The young man was Wang Yun. His face turned pale instantly and his legs trembled unconsciously.

"me."

Gu Sheng walked up to Wang Yun and patted him.

"Go ahead. If you can't win, just admit defeat. No one will blame you."

"Cocoa"

Wang Yun's voice trembled and his eyes were full of fear.

"Nothing to worry about."

Gu Sheng lowered his voice.

"The Holy Land is full of anger right now, and someone has to let them vent. Don't worry, there's no shame in admitting defeat."

Wang Yun finally nodded with difficulty and walked towards the ring with heavy steps.

Zhuang Feichen had already stood on the ring, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes full of contempt.

"What are you dawdling for? Come up and get killed!"

Wang Yun trembled all over and almost tripped over the stairs, causing the disciples of the Holy Land below the stage to burst into laughter.

"Look, another idiot!"

"Brother Zhuang, take care of him in one move!"

"Let him know the consequences of offending the Holy Land!"

Wang Yun lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists, and dug his nails deep into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

He stood opposite Zhuang Feichen, trembling, not even having the courage to look up and look at him.

"start!"

The examiner gave the order.

Zhuang Feichen's mouth curled up in a cruel arc, and he suddenly released all his momentum.

The violent spiritual pressure rushed towards Wang Yun like a tsunami, and the air on the ring seemed to freeze.

"puff--"

Wang Yun was struck by lightning and spurted out blood. He staggered back several steps and almost fell off the stage.

"Hahaha!"

Zhuang Feichen laughed.

"I haven't even made a move yet, and you're already vomiting blood? Are all cultivators from the outside world this kind of people?"

The disciples of the holy land below the stage also laughed, and their previous depression was swept away.

They need such a victory to save face, even if the opponent is a weakling with no ability to fight back.

Wang Yun barely stood still, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of despair.

He knew that he couldn't even take one move from Zhuang Feichen, and continuing would only bring humiliation upon himself.

On the fighting arena, Wang Yun slowly raised his right hand, palm facing outward, and made a standard surrender gesture.

He moved very cautiously, as if he was afraid of irritating Zhuang Feichen who was already ready to attack on the other side.

"I surrender."

Wang Yun's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the entire arena area.

Zhuang Feichen had already assumed an attacking stance with spiritual energy surging around him, but when he heard these words, he staggered and was almost backfired by his own spiritual energy.

"What did you say?"

His eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

"Wang Yun surrenders. This competition is over."

The examiner announced expressionlessly, and walked quickly to Wang Yun to check on his condition.

"This is unreasonable!"

Zhuang Feichen roared, veins popping out on his forehead.

"He didn't even make a single move!"

The surrounding holy land disciples were also in an uproar.

"Isn't this too cowardly?"

"What kind of cultivator are you if you surrender before the fight even begins?"

"Is Wang Yun afraid?"

Facing everyone's doubts, Wang Yun calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Zhuang has a high level of cultivation. The aura he released just now has caused me internal injuries. Continuing the competition will only cause more serious injuries. According to the rules of the Holy Land, it is allowed to admit defeat after being injured."

The examiner checked and nodded in confirmation.

"There are indeed signs of internal injuries. The surrender is effective."

Zhuang Feichen was so angry that he was shaking all over. He never expected that the momentum he released to intimidate his opponent would become an excuse for the opponent to surrender.

He glared at Wang Yun with gritted teeth, his eyes almost spitting fire.

"good very good!"

Zhuang Feichen squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

"Wang Yun, just wait for me!"

Wang Yun pretended not to hear, lowered his head and quickly walked off the stage.

He knew that although this move was not honorable, it was indeed the wisest choice.

Zhuang Feichen has reached the pinnacle of cultivation in the Underground Palace, while he has just entered the early stages of the Underground Palace. He will undoubtedly lose in a head-on confrontation.

"clever."

A cold voice came from beside him. Wang Yun turned around and saw Ling Xiao standing with his arms folded, with some admiration in his eyes.

Wang Yun smiled bitterly.

"Brother Ling, you are joking. I am just helpless."

Ling Xiao shook his head.

"A true man is one who can bend and stretch. Zhuang Feichen, that reckless man, will never understand this truth."

As they were talking, a figure passed by them.

Wang Yun's eyes lit up.

"Gu Sheng!"

Gu Sheng paused slightly, his gaze lingered on Wang Yun's pale face for a moment, then he took out a pill with a green glow from his sleeve and threw it over.

"Third-grade elixir, for healing."

Wang Yun caught it in a hurry, and his eyes widened immediately when he felt the pure spiritual power contained in the pill.

"This is too expensive!"

"It's of no use to me."

Gu Sheng said calmly and continued walking forward.

Wang Yun knew that Gu Sheng was telling the truth—with Gu Sheng’s strength, the third-grade elixir did have limited effect.

But for him, this pill was enough to heal his internal injuries within half a day and was worth a lot of money.

"Thank you Gu Sheng!"

Wang Yun bowed deeply towards Gu Sheng's back.

This scene happened to be seen by Zhuang Feichen.

With a vicious look in his eyes, he quickly walked to Ke Yucheng who was about to go up to the ring and spoke in a low voice.

"Junior Brother Ke, when we face Gu Sheng later, don't give him a chance to surrender, beat him to death!"

Ke Yucheng raised his eyebrows.

"Brother Zhuang, are you teaching me how to do things?"

"you!"

Zhuang Feichen paused for a moment, suppressing his anger.

"I'm just reminding you that the boy is very cunning."

Ke Yucheng snorted.

"Don't worry, I will let him know that cleverness is useless in the face of true strength."

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Zhuang Feichen and strode towards the ring.

On the stage, Ke Yucheng stood with his hands behind his back. Although he did not deliberately release his pressure, the aura of the peak of the underground palace naturally leaked out, making many disciples with lower cultivation bases in the audience feel difficulty breathing.

"Gu Sheng, come up."

Ke Yucheng's voice was not loud.

Offstage, Liang Yu approached Wang Yun and asked in a low voice.

"Brother Wang, what do you think is Gu Sheng's cultivation level? I saw that he broke through the formation so quickly before, so he must be at least at the peak of the Underground Palace, right?"

Wang Yun shook his head.

"Gu Sheng has never used his full strength, so I can't say for sure. But."

There was admiration in his eyes.

"I believe he can win."

Xu Guangzhi on the side poured cold water on him.

"Being able to break through an array quickly doesn't necessarily mean being strong in combat. Maybe Gu Sheng just has a good talent for array formations. Ke Yucheng is truly at the peak of the underground palace, and it is said that he has already touched the threshold of the underground palace."

Wang Yun was not convinced.

"So what? Gu Sheng... " His words were interrupted by Ke Yucheng's voice on the ring.

"Gu Sheng, I'm curious, how did you pass the formation test in such a short time? Tell me, and I can consider showing mercy."

Gu Sheng finally stepped onto the stage. Facing Ke Yucheng's questioning, he did not respond at all, but just slowly practiced his mental skills.

As his spiritual energy was mobilized, his aura began to rise.

The middle period of underground palaceThe late period of underground palace
His cultivation aura stopped at the late stage of the underground palace.

When Ke Yucheng sensed this scene, his tense expression obviously relaxed a little, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It turns out it's only the late stage of the underground palace, I thought..."

He didn't finish, but his contempt was evident.

There was also an uproar in the audience.

"Only in the late stage of the Underground Palace? Then how did he break through the formation so quickly?"

"Maybe there is some special method."

"This is terrible. Senior Brother Ke will not show mercy."

Wang Yun clenched his fists, worried about Gu Sheng.

But when he looked at the arena, he found that Gu Sheng's expression was still as calm as water, without the slightest panic.

"Pretending!"

Ke Yucheng snorted coldly, without further ado, and appeared in front of Gu Sheng in a flash. He slapped out with one palm, and spiritual power surged in.

Gu Sheng calmly drew out the jade sword, and the sword body emitted a faint green light, just blocking the attack.

"what?"

Ke Yucheng was slightly surprised. Although he did not use his full strength in this palm strike, it was not something that an ordinary late-stage underground palace cultivator could easily take.

Gu Sheng smiled secretly in his heart. He could have suppressed his cultivation to the peak of the underground palace and had a fair fight with Ke Yucheng, but that would have been too conspicuous.

It would be better to maintain the appearance of the late stage of the underground palace, fight the opponent to the fullest, and finally lose regrettably.

This would explain why he passed the formation test so quickly without attracting as much attention as Ling Xiao.

It is rare for a late-stage underground palace master to be able to fight with a peak-stage underground palace master in a close fight, but it is not too outrageous in a holy land where geniuses gather.

The competition on the ring is about to begin

"Take my Jade Sword!"

A cold light flashed in Gu Sheng's eyes, and the three-foot green sword in his hand burst out with a dazzling green light, and the sword energy tore through the air.

Ke Yucheng grinned, and a layer of light golden light appeared on the surface of his fist.

"You dare to be so arrogant in front of me with just your sword energy?"

"boom!"

The moment the sword energy and fist collided, Ke Yucheng's face changed suddenly.

The seemingly ordinary green sword energy easily tore through his spiritual power defense shield.

A sharp pain came from the fist. He looked down and saw a wound on the back of his hand that was so deep that the bone could be seen. Blood was dripping through the fingers.

"How can it be?!"

Ke Yucheng retreated hurriedly, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

Gu Sheng would not give him a chance to breathe. The jade sword drew a graceful arc and went straight to Ke Yucheng's throat.

Before the sword arrived, the sharp sword energy had already made Ke Yucheng feel cold on his neck.

"Qiang!"

At the critical moment, Ke Yucheng finally drew out the long sword from his waist, and the two swords collided with each other, making a deafening metallic sound.

The violent collision of spiritual powers formed a shock wave visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions.

The protective formation at the edge of the arena lit up with dazzling light, barely blocking the aftermath.

Ke Yucheng retreated five steps before he could steady himself, while Gu Sheng was knocked back more than ten steps, kneeling on one knee and inserting the jade sword into the ground to stop his retreat.

"Hahaha, that's all!"

Ke Yucheng shook his numb arms, but there was a gloom in his eyes.

In that sword strike just now, he used 70% of his strength. Logically, he should have been able to chop Gu Sheng off the stage with one sword, but the result was unexpected.

The crowd watching the game went wild.

"Am I seeing things? Senior Brother Ke was forced to draw his sword?"

"Who is that Gu Sheng? His sword energy can actually break through Senior Brother Ke's diamond fist shield!"

"Tsk tsk, now there's something interesting to watch."

Zhuang Feichen stood at the front of the crowd, his face as gloomy as water.

"Ke Yucheng, stop playing around! Make this a quick fight!"

Killing intent surged in Ke Yucheng's eyes.

"I wanted to play with you, but now you are looking for death"

Before he finished speaking, his spiritual energy surged, and his robes moved without wind.

The long sword in his hand glowed with a faint blue light, and there was a faint shadow of water surrounding the sword.

"It's the [Wanxiang Sword Art] from Qinghe Holy Land!"

The disciples who knew the value of the goods exclaimed.

Gu Sheng slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, with an imperceptible gleam in his eyes.

This was the moment he had been waiting for.

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"

Ke Yucheng roared and swung his sword. In an instant, sword energy filled the sky like a torrential rain, each one carrying a bone-chilling chill, blocking all of Gu Sheng's escape routes.

"Gu Sheng! Get out of the way!"

Ling Xiao was shouting anxiously in the audience, his fists clenched until they turned white.

Only he knew that Gu Sheng was fully capable of avoiding this move, but this guy just stood there motionless.

Gu Sheng seemed not to hear his friend's warning. Instead, he closed his eyes and held the jade sword across his chest.

To outsiders, it looked like he had given up resistance.

"court death!"

Ke Yucheng grinned grimly, and the sword gestures in his hand changed again. Among the sword energy in the sky, there were a few particularly condensed ones, which silently aimed at Gu Sheng's vital point, Dantian.

At the moment when the sword energy was about to hit him, Gu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, and the jade sword burst out with an unprecedented light.

"break!"

A green sword rainbow shot up into the sky, and wherever it passed, the blue sword energy shattered.

There were still dozens of bullets that escaped the net and pierced Gu Sheng's body fiercely.

"Puff puff--"

Blood splattered, and Gu Sheng instantly had more than a dozen wounds on his body. The most serious one was on his left shoulder, which almost went through him.

He staggered back and knelt on one knee, using the green jade sword to support himself and not fall.

"Hahaha!"

Ke Yucheng laughed out loud towards the sky.

"You dare to challenge me with just this little ability?"

Below the stage, Wang Yun’s face turned pale.

"How could this happen? Gu Shengming..."

He turned to look at Ling Xiao, but found that although the latter looked anxious, there was no despair in his eyes.

On the ring, Ke Yucheng rolled his eyes, and suddenly his figure flashed and appeared behind Gu Sheng.

"go to hell!"

He thrust his sword straight into Gu Sheng's back, with a faint blue cold light condensed on the tip of the sword. It was the "Breaking Meridians Finger" sword style that was passed down secretly in the Qinghe Holy Land, which was specifically designed to break the Dantian of a cultivator.

Gu Sheng seemed to have eyes on his back. At the moment when the sword tip was about to reach his body, he suddenly turned sideways and blocked it with the jade sword.

"Ding!"

Sparks flew everywhere, and Ke Yucheng's fatal sword only scratched the sleeve of Gu Sheng's right arm, leaving a shallow blood mark.

"Response is slow."

Ke Yucheng sneered but continued his attack, each sword move aimed directly at the vital points.

Gu Sheng seemed to be struggling to defend himself, but in fact, each of his blocks was just right.

Those seemingly narrow dodges were actually the result of his careful calculations.

Occasionally he was stabbed, but they were always in insignificant parts of his body. With his physique tempered by the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, such superficial injuries would heal in an instant.

"Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine"

Gu Sheng counted the rounds silently in his mind. When he counted to one hundred, he deliberately staggered when turning around, leaving a fatal gap.

"Chance!"

Ke Yucheng's eyes flashed with ferocity, and his long sword pierced Gu Sheng's dantian like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole.

"stop!"

The examiner finally couldn't sit still anymore and stood up suddenly.

With this sword, even if Gu Sheng doesn't die, his cultivation will be completely destroyed. This has already exceeded the scope of a martial arts competition.

"Ke Yucheng, stop it!"

An angry shout exploded like thunder, and the examiner's wide sleeves moved without wind. The pressure of the Underground Palace Stage instantly enveloped the entire arena.

The magic sword in Ke Yucheng's hand was only three inches away from Gu Sheng's Dantian, but it froze in mid-air. (End of this chapter)