The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 182 Clever Annihilation
“You can’t find anything even after wearing iron shoes, but it takes no effort to get there!”

Upon receiving this result, Feng Ling chuckled inwardly, completely ignoring the rumors and gossip that filled the room, as well as the sinister smile cast at him by the man with the knife.

This unwavering composure made Zhu Bupang and his companion blush with shame.

Previously, they had been wondering in their hearts whether the man in blue could truly "remain silent when happy or angry."
Now, the two of them have finally come to the answer!
"Go, boss! Beat that viper to a pulp...!" While admiring Feng Ling, the two also felt sorry for him and quickly stepped forward to offer a heartwarming word of encouragement: "If possible, beat him to death!"

Just then, Elder Chen's voice rang out: "In order to better showcase the style of the inner disciples, each match in the finals will be held separately. Xue Wu and Feng Ling, come to the stage; the rest of you, step down and watch!"

Most definitely!
Feng Ling took a moment to give the two a slight smile, muttered something to himself, and then slowly walked towards the floating stone platform, or rather, the "arena"!
"Whoosh—!" A cold wind howled, the sky was exceptionally gloomy, and a feeling of oppressive heat suddenly descended upon everyone.

"Come and place your bets! It's a sure thing!" As the two disciples whispered their call, many people below were intrigued and moved closer to place their bets.

The stakes are: guess how many moves it will take for the man in blue to be defeated by Blood Five. If the number is within three moves, the closer it is, the higher the reward! Or, bet on the upset that the man in blue will defeat Blood Five—a one-to-five odds bet!
"I bet on Fengling... to win!"

Suddenly, a voice entered their ears, and Zhu Bupang and his companion, who were collecting money for betting, were startled. They vaguely felt that the voice was familiar and looked up in confusion.

"Senior Brother Kuang...!"

The others were stunned for a moment, and when they looked up, they were about to make sarcastic remarks, but when they saw the face of the lean man, they were immediately shocked and swallowed the words that were about to come out.

"Senior Brother Kuang, how many do you want to buy?"

Recognizing the newcomer, Zhu Bupang and his companion exchanged a secret conversation via telepathy before revealing a gentle smile to the lean man.

"One hundred taels... gold!"

The lean disciple raised an eyebrow, casually pulled out a gold note branded with "One Hundred Taels," and slowly placed it in front of the two disciples, seemingly unconcerned.

"Hiss...! Senior Brother Kuang truly lives up to his reputation as a tycoon among the inner disciples!"

Whether it was the hundreds of disciples queuing to place their bets or the hundred or so disciples who had already placed their bets, they all gasped in shock, their eyes turning red as they stared at the shimmering golden light reflected in their pupils!
"The odds are one to five, Senior Brother Kuang, please... take care!"

Just as countless people cast envious glances, thinking that Kuang Tu was just rich and had nothing better to do than to come and provide relief out of kindness, Zhu Bupang and his companion couldn't help but smile bitterly to themselves.

"Senior Brother Kuang, that's too much! He just nodded and said he'd bet less!"

"Sigh... five hundred taels of gold! Gone in an instant. After this trip, there's hardly anything left to earn..."

The two men looked pained, their heads tilted back as if to cry, but a wicked thought suddenly crossed their minds. They hoped that the man in blue would pretend to lose this round, so that at least they could gain more than they lost and recover their losses first!

"Hey, you two, are you even doing business?! Can't you see us? And there's such a long line!"

"Hmph! What's the panic? This is a sure-fire business; I don't believe you can just walk away!"

After their source of income was cut off, the two of them also became less friendly to others, and were not as enthusiastic as before when registering and collecting money.

"Hmph!" The disciple who had complained was rebuffed, and his face turned ashen. He gritted his teeth, looked at the two of them, and finally swallowed his anger and stepped forward to place his bet.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhu Bupang and his companion were both incredibly strong, this proud inner disciple would have already picked up his weapon and started a fight with them.

"Tap tap~...!" The crisp sound of footsteps rang out, and the man in blue leaped onto the stone platform and walked very slowly.

"Hurry up, you're wasting my time!"

A voice reached his ears, and the man in blue glanced at the man with the knife opposite him. Seeing the man's impatient expression, he had obviously been waiting on the stage for a long time.

"What a huge chessboard!"

Feng Ling murmured to himself, "Looking at it from afar is one thing, but arriving in person is another." Only when his figure actually landed did he realize that the floating stone platform was square, with crisscrossing lines forming a complete grid.

"You wretched brat, prepare to die!"

Seeing that the other party was still looking around and completely ignoring him, a hidden killing intent flashed in Xue Wu's eyes. He immediately sprang up and swung his black broadsword at the head of the distracted man in blue.

"Bloodthirsty Blade, Severing Breath and Cutting Blood!" A dark light flashed, and a bone-chilling coldness enveloped him. The man in blue felt his own aura being pulled.

"No wonder!" Having experienced it firsthand, I finally understand how much I suffered from brute force before. Without the cultivation of the eighth level, there was no chance of breaking free.

"Whoosh...!"

This strike was swift and powerful; if it landed, it would surely cleave the man in blue into two bloody, mangled corpses.

"Flaming Divine Spear Technique!"

Without making any visible movement, the man in blue's eyes narrowed, and a silver spear suddenly enlarged in his hand.

After summoning the Fire-Tipped Spear, Feng Ling immediately let out a soft shout and swept his hand horizontally, unexpectedly deflecting the nearby fierce broadsword.

"Drink...!"

With a loud shout, Xue Wu felt his hand go numb and a series of sparks fly. He was startled and quickly withdrew his hand, pulled back his sword, and dodged the counterattack spear tip that was slicing across his sword.

"Bang!..."

A series of loud explosions rang out, and Xue Wu became more and more alarmed as he fought. He had thought the man in blue was an easy target, but he didn't expect him to have some skill. His moves were completely ineffective against him!
"hateful!"

The opponent's reaction speed was beyond imagination! However, the second attack surprised Blood Five somewhat:
The opponent slowed down their attacks, which seemed somewhat unnatural and awkward. Their strength and aura also revealed a strange quality.

"Hiss~!" Dust billowed up on the stone platform. The man in blue robes, who was moving swiftly and wielding a silver spear, immediately suppressed the man with the murderous aura who was repeatedly blocking with a knife and relentlessly pursued him.

The crowd below gasped in unison. The man in blue's performance had exceeded their expectations, and many of those who had placed bets suddenly began to feel uneasy for no apparent reason.

"Boss, you're awesome...!"

Zhu Bupang and his companion shouted excitedly. If things continued like this, beating up a poisonous snake would no longer be just a fantasy. "Phew...! Junior Brother Feng, well done!"

Kuang Tu's eyes lit up with excitement, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was genuinely afraid that his hundred taels of gold would be wasted due to a moment of impulsiveness.

"A hundred taels of silver...! Gold!"
"A rich guy?! Pshaw... I've staked everything on this guy!"

As Kuang Tu was thinking this, time quietly slipped by. Before they knew it, an incense stick's worth of time had passed, and everyone stared intently at the stage, eyes wide open...

"Sect Master, has the final round started ahead of schedule?"

The white-haired elder and several elders, weary from their journey, rushed over immediately after receiving the news. Although they spoke to the man in the purple-gold crown, their gleaming eyes were fixed on the two fiercely battling on the stage.

He was filled with doubt and suspicion: Wasn't this disciple's cultivation at the eighth level? Why was he still staying in the inner sect and participating in the inner sect disciple competition? Could it be... that matter was related to him?
"Yes, it was a last-minute decision. Please take your seats!"

The Jade Purity Sect Master glanced indifferently at the white-haired old man. Long Yuzhong deliberately made no attempt to hide it, and he could naturally sense the dissatisfaction in the other party's tone.

But that's not what he cares about!
What he cares about is...

"Feng Ling, that's about enough! The Grand Elder and the others are back. Quickly proceed according to the original plan!"

Feng Tianjue's heart stirred, and he estimated that the time had come. He quickly sent a telepathic reminder to the blue-robed man on the stage who was suddenly locked in a "fierce battle".

"Bang—!" Gravel flew everywhere, and a deep crack suddenly appeared in the ground.

"Sect Master, rest assured! In three breaths, what lies before you will be a corpse... reduced to endless dust!"

The man in blue, who was gritting his teeth and struggling to hold on, raised an eyebrow, transmitted his voice, and then suddenly fell to the ground and rolled over. Amidst the flying pebbles, he seemed to have luckily dodged the black broadsword that was coming at him!

"Hmph, tired, huh? Kid, if you've got the guts, don't hide!"

Slowly drawing his Bloodthirsty Blade after his attack missed, the sound of its rubbing accompanied a sinister smile as he watched the man in blue panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Having just vented his anger, he felt extremely smug and secretly sneered: "Luckily, the other party is all show and no substance!"
Having held on for so long, they could no longer hold on. Even though the strange guy opposite them was incredibly strong, they still couldn't escape the shackles imposed by the difference in their cultivation levels!
"Phew—! Thank goodness, he only cut off our supply lines!" After the situation was drastically reversed, all the inner disciples breathed a sigh of relief. This explosive fighting style was just a delaying tactic and could not be sustained for long.

If it were them going up there, they would be confident that they could seize the initiative and temporarily suppress the knife-wielding man if they fought desperately without regard for the consequences!
"Hmph, fool! This time I'll see you die without even knowing how you died!" Looking at the disheveled man in blue robes who was exhausted, many people had extremely cold eyes and sneered inwardly.

People's hearts have changed!

The way everyone looked at him was as if they had a deep-seated hatred for Feng Ling from several lifetimes ago. Seeing this, one couldn't help but let out a sorrowful sigh from the bottom of their heart, while a chill ran down their spine for no apparent reason.

"Boss, watch out behind you!" Two angry shouts, filled with shock and rage, came from the large disc below, interrupting the man in blue who was in a daze.

"Haha, brat, prepare to die!"

A cruel, sinister laugh echoed from the eerie light. Having found the ultimate source of his abnormality, the man in blue robes, his face showing panic, blinked frequently, and the corner of his mouth, which was turned away from the blade, suddenly curled up slightly.

"Hmm? Why do I have a bad feeling?"

The white-haired old man in the VIP seats held his breath, staring intently at the man in blue robes whose behavior was somewhat strange. Then, a glint flashed in his eyes, and the movements of the two people on the field seemed to slow down countless times, but he could not find out the reason.

"Ah—!" The man in blue turned around at lightning speed. Caught off guard, a long spear was knocked from his hand, while the cleaver, radiating a fierce aura, continued its momentum and swiftly slashed towards his chest.

"Don't ever run into me again in your next life!" Amidst the terrified scream, Xue Wu's face remained cold, and the ferocity in his eyes was clearly visible. He showed no mercy as he ruthlessly struck the unarmed man in blue.

"Hiss! Wasn't Fifth Senior Brother Xue a bit too ruthless?!"

All the inner disciples gasped as they stared at the ruthless, sword-wielding man who seemed like a god of death. They suddenly began to doubt: was the fight between the two really just a simple match?
"Boss, it's dangerous! Get out of the way...!"

The bloodthirsty cleaver magnified rapidly in the eyes of thousands, like a ferocious beast with its jaws wide open. The man in blue, whose weapon had been knocked away as he turned, was terrified and stood frozen in place.

"Bastard! You're inhuman and cruel to your fellow disciples!"

"Cold-blooded and ruthless... scoundrel!"

"Pah! He's a complete bastard!"

The trajectory of the terrifying greatsword was deduced, ultimately leading to a bloody tragedy.

Hundreds of male disciples with a strong sense of justice stood up without hesitation and spoke out angrily against Blood Five, who was about to "publicly kill".

"Ah—!" Many of the female disciples, whose hearts were too weak, even let out a series of piercing screams in perfect unison, covering their slightly reddened pure eyes with their hands just before the cleaver was about to reach them.

"Elder Chen, quick, quick...stop him!" A faint sigh suddenly rang out. Zhu Bupang and his companion seemed to have found a lifeline and hurriedly cried out for help to the old man beside them, whose brows were furrowed.

"Old Chen, it's almost done! Go quickly...!"

Upon hearing the telepathic message, the old man, who had been struggling internally, breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes narrowed instantly, and he swiftly charged towards the two people on the stone platform.

He shouted angrily, "The match is over! Blood Five, stop immediately...!"

"Damn it! How dare he openly disobey orders!"

An old man's angry roar echoed throughout the dueling arena. Just when everyone thought the man with the knife would give up, the black blade, surging with murderous intent, inevitably landed on the chest of the man in blue!

"Bam—!"

A deafening clang of metal colliding pierced everyone's ears, followed by a violent buzzing sound. Ripples of vibration, like the pulse of life, emanated continuously from the two figures locked at the core.

Anyone whose cultivation level was below the tenth level, whether disciple or elder, experienced a strange increase in heart rate, and a terrifying aura immediately arose...

Instantly, the entire scene descended into chaos!
Amidst the myriad troubles and disturbances of the world, may the sages bring you, the readers, a pure land for your souls.

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