Lord of the night.

Chapter 1350 Sun Wutian's One-Pit Seal [Part Two]

The whole world was in an uproar, and the Cloud Weapon Ranking became a hot topic of conversation.

The dialogue between the two top leaders has quietly brought about changes throughout the world.

But suddenly, they became happy.

This joyful shift was quite inexplicable, yet perfectly reasonable.

A topic quietly emerged.

Who is the most unfortunate person in the world right now? Who is the most pitiful person?

All eyes were fixed on the list of fifty people following the number nine hundred and fifty on the Cloud Weapon Ranking.

Without a doubt, the possibility of these fifty people remaining on the Cloud Weapon Ranking is infinitely close to zero!

So here's the question: with so many people in total, who is the most pitiful one?
Many people say that he is the number one thousandth on the Cloud Weapon Ranking: Three-Handed Quick Blade, Yu Yang!
But everyone immediately retorted: What's there to pity about him? He only needs one battle to be defeated, what's there to pity about!
This reason is very convincing.

and so.

Everyone accepted it.

Yu Yang: I have a "mmp" to say, but I don't know if I should?

"The most pitiful one should be number 951. Flowing Water Sword Ba Buli. He will probably have to go through hundreds of battles, and fifty of them will be just simple beatings. With each beating, his ranking will drop, plummeting from 951 all the way to 1,000 before he can finally be freed and kicked out."

Immediately, someone retorted: "That's not necessarily true. What if the first person to charge in beheads Ba Buli with a single blow? In that case, there's only one chance left."

So the topic turned again: How many beatings can Ba ​​Buli withstand?

Such discussions differ from city to city.

In particular, if a top 1,000 expert from the Cloud Weapon Ranking is in this city, and their ranking is relatively low... then the city's popularity would be enough to melt gold and iron!
Even the bottom two hundred people gradually got involved in the topic.

The bottom two hundred people on the Cloud Weapon Ranking all felt the same way: incredibly depressed.

Looking at the nationwide discussion.

The two hundred people all did the same thing: their faces contorted in frustration, their mouths agape as they silently cursed: "cnmcnmcnmcnmcnm..."

This is absolutely incredible!

Not so bullying.

It's like being cyberbullied by the entire nation...

However, there is a rule in the Cloud Weapon Ranking: you must fight!

This is absolutely insane...

Yu Yang, ranked 1,000th, was quite relaxed about it. He had already made up his mind: no matter who the first challenger was, he would admit defeat in one move and automatically be removed from the list.

Am I supposed to just wait to be hammered over and over again?

Look at these big shots vying for the top spot: Wind, Rain, Snow, and the direct descendants of the nine great families of the Righteous Sect... Who can I possibly beat? Who do I dare to beat?

Since being eliminated from the list is already a done deal, why not be sensible and accept it gracefully?
It must be said that there are many others who share the same thoughts as Yu Yang: relax your whole body, lie flat with your legs apart, get into position, and actively cater to him.

I've changed my name. No matter what my original surname was, now it's Ren.

Famous herb!

At the same time, after the list of the Sovereign Sect was released, Feng Yun immediately sent a message to Yan Nan: "Night Demon is not on the list, this won't do."

Yan Nan immediately realized: Night Demon could be spared from charging, but it was unacceptable if he couldn't even get on the list.

So they immediately arranged for dozens of people to follow the ranking team.

"We'll just have Night Demon show up among the people vying for the rankings to acknowledge his presence. Whether he actually participates in the rankings later will depend on the specific circumstances at the time."

"This arrangement is excellent."

Feng Yun was relieved and said, "Chen Xue is on the list, but she doesn't need to rush. Then, if a few other people appear on the list, they can remain unchanged."

"It's inevitable."

Yan Nan nodded.

Despite the large number of people trying to climb the rankings, many will eventually give up after assessing their own abilities.

For example: Qiu Yunshang originally wanted to climb the rankings, but if he saw that Fang Che had become the gatekeeper of the Cloud Weapon Rankings... then what was the point of climbing?
In that case, we'll have to give up.

Because rushing in won't help.

In the same situation, those ahead of these people in the rankings exchange positions with those on the Cloud Weapon Ranking. Once they occupy those positions, they only need to check who they are competing against to know if they can succeed.

After all, while we who were originally on the list may not understand what kind of strength they possessed, everyone is well aware of the strength of the newcomers.

Even if things don't go well, you still know a few people.

……

Hechuan City.

Sun Wutian was waiting for news of the tyranny.

Ever since Feng learned that Night Demon was practically a chess master, he had been itching to get there. He couldn't wait to come over.

So Sun Wutian also gave Fang Che and the others a heads-up: My old friend might be coming over, so you'd better serve him well, and you'll get what's coming to you!

Xue Huanhuan and the others all had their eyes shining: following the big boss really has many benefits.

Fang Che knew perfectly well that this was Feng Du, so he directly reported the news of Feng Du's impending arrival to Fang Yunzheng.

Upon seeing that it was Feng Du, Fang Laoliu dared not delay and immediately informed Dongfang San San.

Dongfang San San was overjoyed!
For Dongfang San San, this was simply a piece of great joy: another free laborer, and this free laborer was even a separatist!

Therefore, an order was immediately issued from headquarters: the Life and Death Squad has a special duty, and they can arrange their own time. They must ensure that they go to Qipanshan to meet up before July 15th.

Fang Che understood the subtext as soon as he received the message: Make good use of Feng Du to hone your skills! This is much more effective than having our own people hone your skills!
Fang Che understood immediately.

Call a meeting immediately: "Have you received the message from headquarters?"

"Got it."

“You all know how to use these days, and why we’ve been given this extra time! So… during these days, everyone, keep your spirits up.”

"understand!"

Even before a meeting was finished.

A figure appeared from the direction of the gate, with an air of otherworldly grace and ethereal beauty.

He wore a blue robe and had three strands of black beard; his black hair flowed naturally; his face had the simple honesty of an old farmer from the mountains, yet also carried a sense of righteousness.

Clear and bright eyes, like a gentle breeze and a bright moon; kind and compassionate, showing mercy and empathy.

Excellent manners and outstanding temperament.

He looks like a wise and virtuous hermit who embodies the qualities of honesty, integrity, justice, righteousness, kindness, and simplicity!

Upon seeing her appearance, Dong Changfeng immediately felt a sense of goodwill towards her.

He looks so kind.

So he immediately stepped forward.

"Who are you looking for? What's the matter?"

Dong Changfeng was very polite. Because this might be that person...

Feng Du looked at Dong Changfeng with a warm gaze, his voice laced with amusement: "You, want to get slapped again?"

"Ah... So it's you, senior."

Dong Changfeng suddenly realized what was happening and couldn't help but scratch his head in embarrassment: "This junior has embarrassed himself."

"It's not shameful."

Feng Du comforted him gently, "If your ranking on the cloud were to advance another thirty-five steps, it would truly be embarrassing, but you're only thirty-five, so it's not embarrassing at all."

"..."

Dong Changfeng's lips twitched, and he suddenly found himself speechless.

Take another thirty-five steps forward? Only if I'm taller than Duan Xiyang, who's in first place, would it be considered shameful? Does that mean I don't even qualify to be shameful now?

This old guy is really good at bragging...

"Where is that old man?" Feng Du asked.

"Lord Flying Knife is inside," Dong Changfeng said respectfully.

Why don't you come out to greet this old man?

The opposition is very dissatisfied.

"The master is treating the eye socket..." Dong Changfeng coughed and said a flattering word.

"Hehe..." Feng Du chuckled.

Following Dong Changfeng into the courtyard, they saw Fang Che and the others fighting hard, putting all their strength into every attack.

Feng Du nodded, pleased and approving: "These kids are all pretty good."

"These kids are pretty good."

Dong Changfeng chuckled and said ingratiatingly, "They are all promising talents. If you are interested, senior, you can train them."

Feng Du curled his lip and said, "Their level is too low. If they exhale too much, it turns into tiny wisps. I haven't played with young people in a long time. They don't know their own strength and it's not appropriate."

As he spoke, he looked at Dong Changfeng and said, "You're quite good. I couldn't even budge you with a breath, so I could only give you half a slap."

So you mean I'm awesome?

Dong Changfeng had a bellyful of complaints but couldn't get them out, so he just gave a dry laugh.

At this moment, Sun Wutian came out, covering his eyes, and said with a dark face, "You really are a persistent ghost."

He then said to Dong Changfeng, "This old fellow is my neighbor from the mountains in my hometown."

Dong Changfeng repeatedly agreed, saying he understood.

I was speechless: Neighbors... damn it, you're making it sound like we're two old farmers from the mountains.

Feng Du pointed at Sun Wutian and said to Dong Changfeng, "This old bastard stole my sweet potatoes and peanuts last year and still won't admit it. Don't you think he deserves a beating?"

Dong Changfeng lied through his teeth and said, "He deserves a beating! How could he steal sweet potatoes? Sweet potatoes are so expensive..."

Sun Wutian said with a sullen face, "Damn, you bought a piece of land for two coins... It's a wonder you still remember that now that you're here... Come in."

He wiggled his bottom, turned around, and led the way: "Little Dong, you go ahead and get busy."

Dong Changfeng agreed and hurriedly disappeared, wiping the sweat from his brow.

They went directly to the main hall to rest.

With these two here, what use am I besides getting beaten up and doing odd jobs?

The two old men chatted openly in the room for a while.

It was almost morning.

Sun Wutian came out and asked, "Who among you knows how to play chess?"

Play chess?

"I can!"

Xue Huanhuan and the others' eyes lit up. As scions of aristocratic families, chess was practically a compulsory course for them.

Immediately, all eight arms except Fang Che's were raised high.

One of the arms is like a towering tree.

Sun Wutian nodded, his smile somewhat sinister: "Mo Ganyun, please."

The others rest.

Fang Che entered the room, used the Five Spirit Gu to take out the communication jade, and sent a message to Feng Yun: "Young Master Yun, I have some big news for you."

Feng Yun was currently busy arranging things in the southeast, and was extremely overwhelmed. He said irritably, "Shut up! I'm busy!"

“Your ancestors have come to visit me.”

Fang Chedao.

"Ok?"

Feng Yun was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what he meant, and his face flushed with excitement: "My ancestor has come out of seclusion? He went to your place? Hechuan? To find the Chief Protector?"

After a series of questions, Fang Che didn't even need to explain the situation.

All I can say is, "You guessed absolutely right."

"Then they probably won't be looking for Protector Sun, but for you."

Feng Yun immediately realized what was happening and said, "You'd better serve me well."

"How dare I not serve you properly?" Fang Che complained, "I'm an undercover agent here, brother, even the First Deputy Chief Cult Leader has come to accompany me... I have absolutely no confidence now."

Feng Yun also felt a headache for Fang Che. He rubbed his temples and comforted him, "You should think of it this way: This just proves that President Fang is awesome. Even when he goes undercover, he has the First Deputy Chief Master and the Chief Protector personally accompanying and protecting him. How important is that? I'm envious."

"Then you do it!?"

Fang Che said angrily.

"Hehe... I'm busy, don't disturb me." Feng Yun slipped away.

The ancestor is right here, how dare he come?

Fang Che sighed.

Thinking about it carefully, what Feng Yun said seemed to make sense: the second deputy chief leader was in charge of the sect's affairs, while the first deputy chief leader and the chief protector accompanied him on his undercover mission...

I have to say, my treatment is exceptionally high.

There was a bang.

Mo Ganyun flew out of the room and landed sprawled on the ground, causing the entire courtyard to shake.

Feng Du's angry voice: "You haven't even survived a single horn, yet you want to slay a dragon? Do you even know how to play chess! Next!"

The brothers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Look at Mo Ganyun, he's been beaten to the point of vomiting blood. Is this just playing chess for fun? Or is he going to his death?
"Go! Qiu Yun, go! Your name has the character 'go' in it! Go!"

The others worked together to push Qiu Yunshang inside.

Qiu Yun entered with an expression of heroic sacrifice, and after a while, he crashed out with a thud, landing on Mo Ganyun.

Mo Ganyun, who had just recovered somewhat, was hit in the chest and coughed up blood again.

Then Yu Zhongge fell onto Qiu Yun.

Snowflakes fell heavily onto Yu Zhongge's body.

Well double height...

Dong Yunyu went inside.

After a while, Dong Yunyu was heard muttering, "That old bastard won't let me take a single step..."

boom!
Dong Yunyu flew out.

The fall was exceptionally hard, and the five people beneath him all let out a synchronized "burp."

Then the wind shifted eastward, and the snow fell slowly...

Eight people piled up a mountain outside.

Mo Ganyun, at the very bottom, had started kicking his legs frantically...

"Those that aren't good enough, just leave them piled up like this."

Feng Du's voice was already somewhat exasperated.

I just wanted to find someone of equal skill to play a game of chess, but I have to overcome countless obstacles. This Night Demon is really arrogant!

This is simply intolerable.

But looking at Sun Wutian, and seeing the old man's nonchalant, amused expression, it was clear that this old bastard had deliberately arranged it.

Deliberately making things difficult for oneself.

"The last one!"

Feng Du glared at Sun Wutian, his teeth clenched, his eyes gleaming with malice: "Sun Wutian, you old bastard... if this Night Demon still doesn't work... I'll show you the difference between the Heaven-Hating Blade and the Heaven-Supporting Blade! I'll cut you into seventeen or eighteen pieces and feed you to the dogs!"

Sun Wutian's heart skipped a beat.

This was of course Lao Sun's arrangement. Feng Du's chess skills have always been known as the best in the world. Although Ye Mo is strong, he may not be a match for Feng Du.

But if you lose right from the start, what's the point?
Moreover, Feng Du is the best chess player in the world, and he has always had a rule: whoever beats me, I will give them a benefit.

Win one game against me, one point; two games, two points; and so on.

And the only person to have ever won a single game against Feng Du over all these years was Chen Xi. He reportedly received enormous benefits in return!

But Chenxi only won that one game.

Fang Che's chess skills were said to be roughly equal to Chen Xi's last time, with him slightly at a disadvantage; if he doesn't improve during this period, it's nothing short of a pipe dream for him to beat Feng Du.

But if we don't beat him, where will the benefits come from?

So Lao Sun arranged a series of matches, sending eight terrible chess players to fight alongside Feng Du.

Old Sun thought this way: playing chess with a terrible player only makes you worse. How could Feng Du not be affected? The goal is to make him become terrible too.

Sure enough, the old bastard was provoked into a fit of rage and became mentally unstable.

Night Stalker's win rate has increased.

But the danger has now shifted to themselves.

Sun Wutian coughed and, with a final burst of determination, added fuel to the fire: "Night Demon is no problem. He even beat Heavenly King Xiao last time."

"Fuck you, uncle!"

Feng Du angrily cursed, "Does Heavenly King Xiao even know how to play chess? Are you kidding me?!"

As he was shouting curses in his voice, Fang Che knocked on the door and came in: "Senior Flying Knife, and also, greetings to this senior."

Feng Duqi's eyes were already gleaming with greed: "Fang Che! If you still can't do it, the nine of you will never have the chance to compete for the Cloud Weapon Ranking in your lifetime."

"This junior humbly awaits your guidance, senior."

Pretend you have no idea who the other person is.

Fang Che activated the Illusory World Enlightenment Technique, the Star-Suppressing Technique, and the Boundless True Scripture, keeping his mind highly focused at all times.

They gracefully took their seats.

Looking up and staring intently: "Guess first?"

"What are you guessing for? You go first!"

Feng Du stared, his anger flaring.

"I apologize for the inconvenience."

Fang Che remained calm and composed, gently picking up a chess piece, pinching it between his index and middle fingers, and slowly extending his slender fingers.

Stable and efficient.

A crane in one hand, a celestial being pointing the way.

Snapped!
The black piece falls, to the upper left star position.

Feng Du's impatience deepened: the eight people who came in just now were all like this, with perfect hand gestures and impeccable chess etiquette, making him think he had met a real master. But in the end, they were just eight stinking chess dummy like cesspools.

Even now, this Night Demon is still the same.

Without thinking.

Deputy Chief Master Feng slapped the black card and sealed the external forces.

Very decisive, they didn't treat the opponent as a rival, they directly blocked off one piece at a time and killed them so that not a single one of them could survive!

Wherever you go, I will kill you.

Fang Che was just in the mood. Since you don't take me seriously, then I'll just crush you.

Crane Hand, Immortal Pointing the Way.

The bottom right three-three.

They acted swiftly, taking advantage of Feng Du's agitation and giving him no chance to think.

Snapped!
Separately, follow suit.

After striking four corners in a row, Fang Che turned his head and, with a snap, fixed the center point.

Five pieces down, occupying all four corners, securing the Central Plains. East, West, South, North, and Center.

If the opponent is evenly matched, they can already resign at this point.

But Feng Du was a strong player, and Fang Che was so young. Although Feng Du knew that Fang Che might be quite strong, he was so overwhelmed by the eight simultaneous exhibition matches that he didn't take it too seriously.

With another casual gesture, he lifted the center point below the center.

With a snap, Fang Che placed a single character in the center of the top of the chessboard, one square down from the star point.

In an instant, it was as if an outer arched city wall had formed above, and its invisible aura already gave it an air of 'unbreakable'.

As a Go master, Feng Du fully understands the meaning of the word "flavor" in Go.

He immediately let out a surprised "Eh!"

Stop and think it over carefully.

After savoring the taste for a moment, his expression finally turned serious. He looked up at Fang Che and asked, "You really beat Chen Xi?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Che knew he could no longer hide it or pretend. He nodded respectfully and said, "When playing chess with Palace Master Chen, I was basically at a disadvantage."

Feng Du immediately regretted it. Looking at the five moves he had casually placed, he sighed, "I was careless!"

"still have a chance."

Fang Chedao.

"Hehe... Given the current situation, if Chen Xilai were to play, he could wipe me out completely. My five pieces would be completely disconnected, cut off from all five sides, surrounded by impenetrable walls, with a single needle in the middle, and the atmosphere above is tense and dark... This game is terminally ill."

He regretted his decision to isolate himself.

So many people have said this kid is good at chess, how could I have been so bewitched by Sun Wutian that I made five careless moves in a row? Sun Wutian really deserves to die.

The taste is awful!
He sighed as he stared intently at the chessboard, pondering his next move.

Fang Che asked considerately, "How about we start a new game?"

"How about that?"

Feng Du shook his head repeatedly: "The greatest joy comes from turning defeat into victory in dire straits!"

He glared at Fang Che and said, "Don't hold back! If you dare to hold back, I'll beat you up!"

"We will show no mercy!"

Fang Che guaranteed.

However… as it turns out, the game of sealing off independence is indeed beyond saving. The game has reached the middle stage.

Fang Che made a decisive move!
The once mighty dragon was cut in two.

This time, Fang Che's attack connected to Tianyuan, and Tianyuan connected to the thick force above.

We can't finish it.

The dragon's momentum was broken, and there was no way to reverse the situation.

Feng Du sighed deeply: "I lost."

Sun Wutian chimed in enthusiastically, "To reach the end, count the empty spaces. Count the empty spaces, you know."

Feng Du sighed, his face darkening, and said to Fang Che, "Go and release those eight little guys outside. I'm withdrawing my control."

Then, with a flick of his sleeve, he swept Sun Wutian into his domain.

Fang Che clearly saw that before Feng Du went in, his face was contorted with rage, his expression and eyes were as cruel as a ghost's.

It seems the old devil is in for some trouble this time...

"Master, I wish you good luck."

Fang Che silently prayed for Sun Wutian, then went out and released Xue Huanhuan and the others, letting them heal their wounds on their own.

All eight men looked shaken: This guy really doesn't care whether we live or die.

"Get back to normal quickly! I'll try to get you guys a few extra practice sessions tonight."

Fang Chedao.

"...Holy crap!"

The eight people spoke together.

In just a short encounter, everyone realized that although this "neighbor of the Flying Knife Master" looked kind and gentle, he was truly ruthless.

If he loses a chess game to the leader, he'll have to do special training for everyone...

Everyone instantly felt like they wanted to die.

Then Fang Che went into the room and sat down properly to wait.

In the realm of isolationism.

Feng Du has already subdued Lao Sun and is now grabbing him by the neck and pinning him to the ground, beating him mercilessly!

"I am the First Deputy Chief Leader of the Only Righteous Sect!"

Feng Du landed a punch: "Don't I have any dignity?!"

Sun Wutian felt as if he were being crushed by a mountain, unable to move, but his mouth still held a defiant tone: "Face is something you lose yourself, and you also earn yourself. I've never seen face that you begged for. It's true that I had you take turns fighting, but I didn't tell you to underestimate me! You underestimated me and then blamed me for losing?"

"Are you even being reasonable?!"

The old devil, while cursing and getting beaten, was smugly pleased with himself: "I actually managed to trick Feng Du! Doesn't that prove my intelligence is... tsk tsk..."

Feng Du remained silent, his face dark, and continued to beat people.

I got really ripped off today!
I actually lost!
I, the dignified First Deputy Chief Cult Leader, actually lost to a junior!
I won't be able to get rid of this bastard until I beat him to death!

(End of this chapter)