The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 187: Not as good as a pig or a dog
"The real show has only just begun, and it's not certain who will emerge victorious!" The slightly chubby disciple, neither pleased nor angry, seemed to have grasped a sliver of the truth, and then turned back with a mocking laugh.

This rapid change was unexpected, causing a flicker of surprise to cross the eyes of the aloof man. Zhu Bupang quickly suppressed his extremely volatile emotions, and within a few breaths, not a trace of them remained.

"Take the move!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Bupang raised his right hand, and a fleeting afterimage appeared on the ground. After the kind-faced old man shouted the word "Begin," he directly raised his hand and leaped up, his bare hands surprising everyone.

He is crazy! ?

The same thought flashed through the minds of all the inner and outer disciples. In the VIP seats, unlike the black-clad man who raised an eyebrow indifferently, which implied admiration, the elders and four core disciples frowned simultaneously, staring intently at the slightly overweight man.

"Without wind, one sword settles the sea!" A hurricane suddenly rose from around the swinging longsword. Xu Peng shouted and a ferocious look flashed in his eyes. He moved almost at the same time as the man opposite him.

"Huh? This guy has actually mastered the Windless Blade technique to a minor level! No wonder he made it to the finals!" The hurricane stirred up by the aloof man occupied half of the arena and seemed poised to sweep in all directions.

A hint of surprise flashed across the eyes of the white-clad man sitting on the emerald green chair. Then, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, his arrogant expression showing both disdain and smugness.

"One sword to settle the sea, that's his signature move! I wonder how powerful it would be if he himself were to use it? I'm really looking forward to it!"

The man in black raised an eyebrow and secretly glanced at the smug man in white not far away. Whether in terms of strength or mastery of the Windless Blade, Xiang Qiubai was undoubtedly stronger than Xu Peng.

It is no exaggeration to say that there was an invisible chasm between the two of them, a chasm that filled them with despair!
"Bang, bang~...!" The rapid collision sounds rang out one after another, catching everyone off guard.

When the cold, windless blades surged towards them, Zhu Bupang, who was "unarmed," not only strangely blocked the sword about 1.2 meters in front of him, but also reacted with lightning speed, delivering a swift blow to his opponent.

"Good!" The kind-faced old man let his clothes flutter as he hovered high above the arena. He was the closest and was the first to raise his eyebrows and shout.

A closer look revealed his calm expression, with no energy fluctuations emanating from his body. It seemed that, in his eyes, the fierce hurricanes that constantly swept across his face simply did not exist!
"Hiss~!" As the old man's voice echoed in their ears, the disciples finally snapped out of their shock, each one filled with doubt and uncertainty.

"Formless and shapeless!" The elders sitting in the VIP seats watched as sparks flew in front of the unarmed man and his sword clashed with his opponent's.

Since Elder Liu Yidao could see the oddity, other more experienced elders would naturally also notice the anomaly.

Immediately, the group exclaimed in amazement, "That's incredible!"

Even after living most of their lives, this was the first time they had encountered such a weapon! It was as if they had seen another rare and precious thing in their lifetime.

"Not a separate weapon?" The man in the purple-gold crown frowned as he gazed at the long, dark, sword-shaped shadow that loomed faintly on the arena floor.

Transforming a pure weapon into something formless and shapeless is not a difficult task for a legendary ghost spirit master with profound cultivation. And if Feng Tianjue wanted to do it, it would be a piece of cake!
The elders, of course, did not know that, apart from a few legendary experts who were primarily engaged in assassination, very few legendary experts would bother to cultivate the formless and shapeless.

After all, most truly strong people disdain assassination.

Therefore, naturally very few people have ever seen the formless and invisible form. Because almost all those who have seen it are dead!
In other words, even if a legendary expert secretly cultivates, they generally won't use it in public, because they feel they can't afford to lose face.

However, this was not what surprised the Jade Purity Sect Master. What surprised him was that the sword in Zhu Bupang's hand was not formed from the Ghost Spirit Life Token!
This means that the sword in Zhu Bupang's hand is formless and shapeless, not because he cultivated the "formless and shapeless" technique, but because of some characteristic of the sword itself.

Moreover, even if Zhu Bupang wanted to cultivate, his cultivation level was still far from sufficient! Thinking of this, Feng Tianjue breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't a hidden expert threatening the Jade Purity Sect, he didn't bother to care.

"An eighth-grade high-level magic weapon!?" After carefully sensing it, the Jade Purity Sect Master raised an eyebrow, feeling quite curious about this weapon with its formless and shapeless characteristics.

However, he still couldn't bring himself to do something like having Feng Tianjue shamelessly attack a junior and kill someone to steal a rare weapon that he didn't even recognize.

"Hmph! Fortunately, it's just a failed half-finished product!" The black-clad man snorted coldly as he watched the constantly changing expressions in the eyes of the man with the purple-gold crown and the others.

Most people will naturally remain rational and stay true to themselves if there isn't enough incentive to attract them. But what if the incentive is large enough?
This sword is called Chengying. It was created by Feng Ling when he first forged a weapon. He imitated a famous sword from his previous life and added some of his own understanding of sword forging. It was a "half" masterpiece!
Although it was only a partial masterpiece, its power was comparable to a high-grade magic weapon of the eighth rank. Originally, Feng Ling intended to use it as a reward for Zhu Bupang and his companion's victory in the competition.

However, he failed to fulfill his promise to teach Xu Peng a lesson. Although it was not Feng Ling's intention, he still felt somewhat guilty about it.

To be on the safe side, Feng Ling simply gave away both the pills and the sword!
Zhu Bupang and his companion, who didn't say anything, naturally felt their disappointment completely dissipate after receiving compensation from Feng Ling.

The Cheng Ying Sword that Zhu Bupang is holding now is just one of the compensations Feng Ling has given him!

"Damn it, what is that thing?!" Completely unable to grasp the opponent's attack trajectory, Xu Peng gritted his teeth and parried the moves while also having to keep an eye on the swaying afterimage. He was extremely frustrated and cursed inwardly.

From the brief exchange, Xu Peng realized something was amiss: Zhu Bupang appeared to be unarmed, but in reality, he possessed a weapon. And not only that, but it was a very special weapon!

"Damn it! I've actually been suppressed by this bastard!"

Thinking this, at the moment the swords clashed, Xu Peng's mind gradually became agitated, and his defensive movements became slightly stiff and disjointed.

"Bang!..."

Seeing the situation, Zhu Bupang seized the opportunity, slowly raising his hands as he approached. With a loud crash, he forced the arrogant man, whose hands were numb, back.

"Hiss...! What kind of weapon is this?"

Although Zhu Bupang regained the upper hand, he inadvertently revealed a section of the weapon's handle that he was tightly gripping in his hand. The fact that only the handle was visible, without the weapon itself, caused the crowd, who were already making wild guesses, to sigh inwardly.

"It's a sword!"

A fleeting sword shadow was faintly cast on the arena floor. Although the shadow only existed for a moment before disappearing with the shooting sword energy, some disciples who saw it still cried out in alarm.

"Bang!..."

Before the words were even finished, a dark, cold light, about 1.2 meters long, entered their pupils, blooming with a chilling and dangerous aura. To everyone's astonishment, a flurry of sharp sword flashes erupted between the two.

At the same time, the fleeting sword shadow gradually solidified in the slightly chubby man's hands, reappearing on the water's surface like a mysterious lotus.

"Break!" Step by step, closing in at lightning speed. Accompanied by the sound of a hurricane sweeping in, her raised hands drew an elegant, cold arc.

Seemingly venting his resentment, Zhu Bupang suddenly roared and swiftly swung the dark, sharp sword in his hand, which revealed its true form, at the cold, arrogant man opposite him, whose eyes still held a trace of horror.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a soft "crack" sound, like something hard breaking.

"Crack~...!" Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, the arrogant man's sword, which he had used to defend himself, trembled slightly, and the cut was clean.

The windless blade in Xu Peng's hand...

It broke in two! "Success!" The sharp sword energy that shot out quickly disappeared from the exquisitely crafted blade, and a flash of excitement crossed the slightly chubby man's eyes.

Then, with an elegant turn and sheathing his sword, Zhu Bupang retreated more than ten meters and sat down cross-legged with his eyes closed.

"Zhu Bupang wins!" The impassioned old man's voice resounded throughout the arena, and the kind-faced old man nodded in satisfaction as this voice sounded like a final judgment.

……

The entire room fell silent...!
"You... this is impossible!" The hilt of the sword in her hand crashed to the ground, and the broken sword tip, which had dissipated into specks of energy, followed a graceful arc and mercilessly sliced ​​across her fair face, from which a trickle of hot, bright red liquid slowly flowed out.

The illusion technique was forcibly broken, and the Ghost Spirit Life Token was naturally damaged. Xu Peng endured his severe injuries, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Pfft...!" Immediately, the smell of blood filled the air, and Xu Peng's expression turned into one of deep resentment. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his brain buzzing, and he stood there dumbfounded.

"Hiss!" The scene became solemn as everyone came to their senses. Seeing that the deadly lotus, which resembled sharp thorns, had vanished, they all gasped in shock.

Many inner disciples trembled as they looked at the figure sitting upright on the third arena, as solid as a rock, with deep fear in their eyes.

Even the six people on the other three arenas, including the thin man, were no exception!
"Xu Peng, exit the stage...!"

Seeing the aloof man standing on the arena, motionless for a long time, Elder Liu frowned: "A loss is a loss. Doesn't he know to go down and take some medicine to heal his injuries and wait for the next match? Why does he have to stand on the arena and waste the match time!"

"No, no, I'm not reconciled! How could I possibly lose to this dead pig! It must be because he's using his divine weapon, it must be...!"

Coming to his senses, he pointed at the slightly overweight man who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, recovering. Xu Peng, whose eyes had turned red, was gritting his teeth and extremely agitated.

“Weapons… are also part of strength! You few, drag him away to heal his wounds!” The kind-faced old man frowned, spoke in a chilling tone, and then gave a wink.

"Yes!" Several deacons immediately understood and leaped onto the third arena. As the arrogant man rushed in front of the slightly chubby man with his eyes closed, he grabbed Xu Peng and dragged him off like a prisoner being led to beheading.

Actually, what Xu Peng couldn't stand the most was Zhu Bupang's nonchalant look. Even if the other party had mocked him disdainfully, he wouldn't have lost control like that.

Unfortunately, there was nothing there!

This shows that Zhu Bupang no longer takes him seriously. How could Xu Peng, who is always arrogant and has just suffered a defeat, possibly accept this?

……

"Kuang Tu has won!"

"Cheng Ye, you win!"

"If I don't lose weight, I'll win!"

……

Before long, the results of the matches on the other three arenas were also announced. All four champions sat down cross-legged, either recovering from minor injuries or regaining their strength.

Unlike the four defeated individuals who were in such a sorry state and had to rely on drugs to recover quickly, they were not.

"Now, the four of you can choose the champion you wish to challenge. The winner will remain on the stage and become the new champion, while the loser will choose another champion to fight again!"

However, there's one thing to note: if you've never been the champion, your total score will be zero. And if you find yourself having accumulated four losses, you can be immediately eliminated!

The majestic sound of the Dao resounded throughout the dueling arena.

"In addition, please note that you cannot select a previous opponent for the 'Battle Arena'!"

As he finished speaking, the kind-faced old man noticed the arrogant man's eyes flickering and his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty as he stared at the slightly overweight man who had just stood up from the third arena. His tone then carried a hint of warning.

"A challenge to the reigning champion!?" The man in black in the VIP section raised an eyebrow. He thought to himself: This is a good idea. The four arenas can comfortably accommodate eight people for one-on-one combat. This way, it will save even more time and effort!

"Junior Brother Zhu, let me have a go at you!" Holding a black iron rod, he shouted with brute force and leaped onto the third arena where Zhu Bupang was.

"Hmph! Gou Bushou, he was lucky he didn't cripple that incompetent dead pig just now! Today I'll turn it around and beat you, you piece of trash, into a dead dog!"

A loud shout followed immediately. Xu Peng leaped onto the arena where the slender man was standing, his eyes filled with cold light. His words made many elders frown.

Perhaps it was because he had suffered a loss at Zhu Bupang's hands that Xu Peng's mind became twisted. He was determined to get back at another enemy.

He didn't believe that Gou Bushou also had a divine weapon in his hand!

When Gou Busou was fighting against brute force, he deliberately kept his attention, but he didn't see the other party use it!

Moreover, Xu Peng believed that as long as he was careful this time, he would never let the same carelessness he had during the fight with Zhu Bupang happen again.

"Haha, bring it on!" Gou Bushou's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he let out a loud laugh, surprisingly without any anger.

Yes, you're right!
Senior Brother Zhu... is incompetent!
And I...
They're useless too!

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment. The slightly chubby man, who was covered in black lines, suddenly turned red and glared angrily at the thin man.

"However, I'm afraid you will..."

……

They're worse than pigs and dogs...!

Before the arrogant man could even utter a laugh, Gou Busou, who had already made his move, uttered a single sentence that completely froze the smile that had just bloomed on Xu Peng's face.

"Boom—!" A surging wave of air rolled out, and a violent sword strike came at lightning speed. Xu Peng quickly drew his sword to meet it, and at the same time, a hurricane rose again...

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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