Fantasy: I'm in a discarded alchemy room, but I can turn trash into treasure!

The broken sword lay at his feet. Zhao Gang looked down at the half-broken hilt, his palms bruised and bleeding from the impact.

The Zhenyue Sword had been with him for many years, splitting open the skull of an armored rhinoceros and killing more than ten Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Now, Qin Mo broke it with just one hand.

Several suppressed gasps came from the audience.

"That's a top-grade spiritual artifact."

"What kind of body-refining technique did he cultivate?"

"Can someone at the fifth level of Qi Refining possess such a physical body?"

Zhao Gang threw the broken sword aside and stepped over the gravel.

"You think you can make me kneel by destroying a sword?"

Qin Mo stopped three zhang away.

"You brought other weapons?"

"nature."

Zhao Gang raised his hand to wipe the blood from his palm, then pressed his hand against the blue dragon pattern on his right arm.

The dragon pattern absorbed the blood and lit up along the arm.

"Did the sect leader hand over the Panlong Spear to him?"

On the Azure Dragon Sect's side, a disciple blurted out.

Cang Wuji's complexion improved somewhat, and he put his hands into his sleeves.

"The Zhenyue Sword is just something Zhao Gang uses to train his strength."

"The Panlong Spear is his true weapon."

"The spear contains the remnant soul of a venomous dragon. Just because Qin Mo can catch the sword doesn't mean he can stop the venomous dragon from devouring his body."

Shen Ruoyan lowered her brows as she listened.

"Can one temporarily change magical artifacts on the life-or-death stage?"

The guide stood outside the array and glanced at the contract.

"There was no agreement between the two sides that only one weapon could be used."

"As long as the life-substitute artifact is not used, it is not considered a violation of the rules."

"It's not really about breaking the rules."

Cang Wuji stared at Qin Mo on the stage.

"I'm just afraid that after some people die, Yunyu Palace won't be able to afford to lose."

Gu Yingxue held the teacup, and the lid touched the rim of the cup, making a soft sound.

"You should first think about whether Zhao Gang can survive this."

Cang Wuji kept his face taut.

"Then let's see."

On stage, the dragon tattoo on Zhao Gang's right arm had spread to his shoulder.

The storage ring lit up, and a dark blue spear fell into his hand.

The gun barrel was over ten feet long and its surface was covered with scale-like patterns.

Three blood grooves appeared on the spearhead, and several wisps of black energy swirled around the blade.

The cultivators outside the array immediately retreated.

"The gun is poisoned!"

"My spiritual power is stagnant even through the array."

"The Azure Dragon Sect would resort to something like this to deal with a mere Qi Refining disciple?"

Zhao Gang gripped the gun with both hands, his chest heaving several times.

His arm had been injured from the earlier clash with the Zhenyue Sword.

But more and more cultivators gathered around him, and he couldn't retreat.

If they lose this battle, the Azure Dragon Sect will lose more than just one spot for the Dao Discussion.

He also had to kneel down and kowtow, and bark like a dog.

Zhao Gang clenched his teeth and spat out a sentence at Qin Mo.

"I've changed my mind."

"I'll break your arms and legs first, then I'll make you crawl on your knees here."

"Once you've learned to bark like a dog, I'll shove a gun into your heart."

Qin Mo looked at the dragon-patterned spear.

"Are you done talking?"

Zhao Gang's fleshy face twitched twice.

"So eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"

He shattered the stone bricks beneath his feet, and the gun spun rapidly.

The black mist was torn into a vortex by the spearhead, and the remnant soul of the venomous dragon emerged from its scales, wrapping around Zhao Gang's arms.

The spiritual power of the peak Foundation Establishment stage was poured entirely into the spear.

The entire platform of life and death trembled deeply, and the rubble on the platform rolled toward the edge one after another.

"Dragon Drill!"

The disciples of the Azure Dragon Sect shouted in unison.

"Senior Brother Zhao, cripple him!"

"Let the people of Yunyu Palace see clearly who the real trash is!"

Shen Ruoyan took a step and walked to the front of the array.

"Qin Mo, don't take it head-on!"

Su Qingyi also gripped the sword hilt.

"That spear is dangerous! Avoid the point!"

Qin Mo ignored the shouts from the audience.

He took off his outer robe and casually tossed it aside.

Stand with your feet apart.

The lower back sags.

The five elements of the body's true bones emitted muffled sounds simultaneously, and qi and blood surged into the right arm along the limbs and bones.

The power of Iron Bones Peak was fully unleashed.

The stone platform beneath their feet could not withstand the pressure, and dozens of cracks extended outwards.

Zhao Gang had already rushed in front of him.

The spearhead, carrying the remnant soul of the venomous dragon, aimed straight for Qin Mo's chest.

"Die!"

Qin Mo took a step forward to meet the spear's edge.

There are no ritual implements.

There are no magical techniques.

Only one punch.

The fist struck the spearhead.

Click!

All three blood grooves burst open simultaneously.

The Panlong Spear broke off from the tip, and bluish-black fragments flew along the shaft, striking the surrounding array and leaving large dents.

The remnant soul of the venomous dragon that had been residing there had barely poked its head out when it was crushed by the blood and qi.

Zhao Gang swung his arms violently.

His hand split open, and blood flowed down the broken gun barrel.

"My Panlong Spear..."

He only managed to squeeze out half a sentence.

Qin Mo's fist had already passed through the scattered fragments of the magical artifact and landed on his chest.

The protective aura collapsed.

The protective armor dented as it went.

The sound of bones cracking came from Zhao Gang's chest.

Zhao Gang opened his mouth and spat out blood, which contained several pieces of broken internal organs.

He was sent flying horizontally, his back slamming into the life-and-death arena array.

A large section of the crimson light curtain bulged outwards, causing the array patterns to tremble wildly.

Zhao Gang slid down along the array curtain, his legs sprawling on the ground.

The broken spear rolled several feet away from his hand and crashed into Qin Mo's feet.

All sound from the square fell silent.

One of the Canglong Sect disciples, who had been cheering for Zhao Gang, stood there with his mouth agape and his weapon hanging at his side.

Some people swallowed several times, their necks becoming so stiff they couldn't turn.

The monk who had boasted about eating the stone bricks looked down at his feet and quietly retreated into the crowd.

The person next to him grabbed him.

"Don't go!"

"Who was it that just now said that if Qin Mo could withstand one sword strike, you'd eat a stone brick?"

"I was just kidding."

"The bet on the death stage can be written into a contract, so your words don't count?"

"Let go, let's watch the stage first!"

On the second floor of the Star Gazing Pavilion, the compass in Luo Zhiwei's hand had stopped spinning.

The star representing Zhao Gang on the plate has split in two.

She looked up at Shangguan Yue.

"You anticipated this punch?"

"I don't know anything about fortune telling."

Shangguan Yue put down her teacup and reached out to the glass bottle on the table.

"All I know is that Zhao Gang can't stop him."

Luo Zhiwei pressed down on the bottle containing the Jade Essence of Creation.

"The life-or-death struggle is not over yet."

"Zhao Gang's sternum was completely broken, and most of his meridians were also destroyed."

"As long as there is still a breath left, there is a chance to turn things around."

Shangguan Yue looked at the arena of life and death, her hand still extended.

"You can continue to wait."

From below the stage, Cang Wuji finally managed to utter a sound.

"Zhao Gang!"

He charged toward the array, raising his palm to break through it.

The guide stepped forward to block the way.

"Sect Master Cang, the life-and-death contract is still valid."

"No one is allowed in until the person is dead."

Cang Wuji stopped, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Qin Mo is hiding his cultivation level; this is unfair!"

"When Jin Ling examines the records, he only records the level of cultivation attained through the Dharma."

The guide held up the deed before him.

"The body refinement realm is not subject to restrictions. You did not raise any objections when Zhao Gang signed the contract."

All eyes were on Cang Wuji.

He moved his lips a few times, but ultimately couldn't speak again.

Qin Mo bent down, picked up the broken gun barrel, weighed it a couple of times, and then threw it in front of Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang lay on the ground, blood continuously flowing from his mouth.

He braced his palms against the table and tried several times, but his body only moved half a foot out.

Qin Mo walked up to him.

The boots stopped beside the blood-stained face.

"As long as I'm alive, I have to accept the bet."

Zhao Gang raised his head, squeezing out a muffled sound from his throat.

"You...don't even think about it..."

Qin Mo bent down, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up from the ground.

"Then I'll help you."

"Kneel down first, then shout."