I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 289 I'm going to kill you

The little bean face darkened when he heard this, and he said pitifully: "I always felt guilty at the time. They all blamed me and said it was my fault. I... I couldn't fight back..."

Cheng Yu's voice was full of grievance. She nestled in Zhang Chen's arms and said with tears in her eyes.

Zhang Chen patted Cheng Yu on the head and said, "Don't cry. I will definitely help you get back your face when the competition starts."

"That's right, we must break that guy's legs." Li Donglai's voice was full of indignation: "For Zhang Chen's sake, I will definitely give you justice."

The little bean turned his head and looked at Li Donglai with tears in his eyes, and said in a sobbing voice: "Little Fatty, can you do it? Don't get yourself involved. It's not worth getting beaten up."

Li Donglai rolled up his sleeves when he heard this: "Three-inch nails, you look down on me, don't you? Just wait."

After returning to the small building, Zhang Chen invited a doctor to treat Cheng Yu and prescribe medicine. Then he arranged for Cheng Yu to sleep, and then he sat in the yard with Li Donglai. Zhang Chen asked, "During the competition the day after tomorrow, you don't need to take action. Leave it to me. But I must not implicate you. The crime of intentionally harming a fellow disciple is not light."

Li Donglai sneered when he heard this: "You look down on me too much, am I the kind of person who is afraid of things? It's a joke. Besides, I can't stand Chu Mingyue's hypocritical look."

Seeing that he could not persuade him, Zhang Chen stopped trying to persuade him and instead thought about the theft of incense and faith.

On the second day, when it was pitch black, the bell for morning classes rang. Zhang Chen deliberately got up early and rushed to the morning class hall ahead of time. Mixing in the crowd, he swept his eyes over the sculpture above the hall, and then poured the devouring power into his eyes. What made Zhang Chen curious was that the jade plate that Zhang Xiaohua had stuffed into the sculpture that day was missing.

"Zhang Xiaohua actually got the news in advance and took the jade plate first?" Zhang Chen was curious. He accidentally heard the news that the Great Sage Master was about to come, but what about Zhang Xiaohua?

How did Zhang Xiaohua know the news in advance?

Unless someone in Huang Tiandao informed the news in advance, there is a traitor in Huang Tiandao, and the traitor is at the level of one of the top ten heavenly masters.

"It's quite interesting. It seems that there are people in Huang Tiandao who are secretly dragging their feet. They even dare to drag the feet of the Great Sage Master." Zhang Chen found Huang Tiandao very interesting. Even the Ten Great Heavenly Masters might not be of the same mind as the Great Sage Master, otherwise Zhang Xiaohua would not have made such a plan.

"Huang Tiandao is a popular place, and now everyone is eyeing it and wants to get a piece of the pie." Zhang Chen was also curious and wondered what the process of the enthronement ceremony was.

“The Water God of Miluo River… The Miluo River is the largest river in the north. Not only does it run across the north, it also connects to the territories of the demon tribe outside the Great Wall and reaches the land of China. If we can enfeoff the Water God of Miluo River, we can use it as a center to invade the water veins of the world. By then, Huang Tiandao will be a behemoth that can fight against the Dasheng imperial court.” Zhang Chen couldn’t help but feel emotional.

The situation in Dasheng is a bit complicated now. The Dasheng court knew what Huang Tiandao was doing, but did not stop him. No one knows what he was thinking.

During the morning class, Zhang Chen and his two companions saw Zhang Xiaohua and Chu Mingyue. Both sides ignored each other and secretly decided to teach them a lesson in the future.

Zhang Xiaohua no longer steals points, and Zhang Chen certainly doesn't want to continue taking advantage of the situation. Moreover, in his Dharma Eyes, Huangli Temple is shrouded in a mysterious force. That force is extremely hidden, as vast and powerful as the boundless ocean, far superior to Gu Mingyue and others.

"Thanks to the fact that I have opened the Devouring Eye, otherwise, even with the golden light pouring into my eyes, I might not be able to discover the trajectory of the Great Sage Master's power." Zhang Chen said secretly in his heart.

Time passed bit by bit, and three days went by in a hurry while Zhang Chen was waiting. On the night before the competition, Zhang Chen thought that he should buy a sword, because only a sword could make the best use of his skills.

"You want the sword? Tell me!"

When the fat boy Li Donglai heard that Zhang Chen wanted to buy a sword, he patted his chest and returned to his house, then drew out his own sword and handed it to Zhang Chen: "I can now devour iron objects with my hands. This sword is a waste in my hands. There is no room for it to be used. If you are not careful, the sword will be devoured by me. It is better to give it to you."

The sword is simple and exquisitely forged in one piece.

Zhang Chen drew out his sword awkwardly, and saw a cold light flashing through the air, and the air seemed to drop two degrees in temperature.

"Do you know how to use a sword? How can you draw a sword like this?" After seeing Zhang Chen drawing the sword, Li Donglai's mouth twitched slightly and he looked at Zhang Chen with suspicion.

Zhang Chen smiled when he heard this: "My swordsmanship is invincible. I have no rivals in the world."

"Alright, stop showing off, kid. Just show up and flaunt your power during the competition. You can't win first place anyway. No matter how powerful your sword is, it can't break my iron skin. You don't know how big the gap is between a being who has cultivated martial arts qi and blood and an ordinary person like you. It's simply the difference between a mortal and a god." Li Donglai looked down on Zhang Chen.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen glanced at the fat boy. This grandson looked down on others. He would definitely give him a surprise during the big competition.

"It's a pity that I haven't cultivated the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword yet. My Blood-Transforming Divine Sword is specially used to break various physical body techniques. Otherwise, I will let the little fat man know why the flowers are so red." Zhang Chen said secretly in his heart.

However, Zhang Chen had to admit that this little fat boy did have outstanding talent in martial arts, otherwise he would not have been able to cultivate martial arts qi and blood.

Among the three geniuses under Wu Changming, the only one he has not seen yet is Wu Ming'er. It is said that this person has awakened his extraordinary bloodline power. He will have to pay attention to him during the competition.

Time passed quickly. On the second morning, after the morning class ended as usual, Liu Feng did not ask everyone to disperse. Instead, he called everyone to the martial arts arena:
"In the Huangtiandao Competition, the Grandmaster wants to select the number one prodigy to become a subordinate water god, receive the water god's blessing, and ascend to immortality and become a god in one step. Therefore, you are waiting for a rare opportunity, so you must do your best."

"The rules of this competition are simple. The age limit is 10 years old and 25 years old. There are no restrictions on fists, feet or weapons. Two-on-two competitions will determine the strongest. However, fellow disciples are not allowed to kill each other. Injuries are allowed, but killing is not allowed." Liu Feng's eyes swept over the disciples in the field, and then a deacon elder came forward with a sign: "Disciples who meet the requirements, come forward and draw lots."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Chen and the fat boy walked forward to draw lots, while the little kid with two gaps in his teeth cheered for Zhang Chen in the crowd.

When Zhang Chen walked to the number box, he met Chu Mingyue again. Chu Mingyue flashed and stood in front of Zhang Chen.

"What are you going to do?" The fat boy Li Donglai asked sternly when he saw that the other party was coming with bad intentions.

"Don't be nervous. I just have a few words to say to this junior brother." Chu Mingyue smiled gently and said to Zhang Chen, "Zhang Chen, right? I've heard the prince talk about you, and I know more about the grudge between you and the prince. You'd better pray that you don't meet me in the ring, otherwise I will beat you into a cripple and vent the prince's anger."

"Beat him into a cripple?" Zhang Chen heard this with a cold smile on his face: "I hope you will do what you say."

Chu Mingyue sneered: "I already know your background. You are just an ordinary ant, yet you dare to talk to me like this. You really don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. No wonder you dare to be rude to the prince. But later I will let you see what cruelty is. I want you to know the difference between martial arts masters and ordinary people. I want you to see me like a mayfly seeing a tree, like an ant seeing the blue sky."

After saying these harsh words, he no longer paid any attention to Zhang Chen. Instead, he turned around, took a number plate, and left.

"This kid is really good at showing off. I can't describe the level of this sentence. You are so bold that you even dare to offend the prince of Pingbian Palace. The most important thing is that you are still alive after offending him. What is your backer?" Li Donglai blinked at Zhang Chen curiously. Zhang Chen smiled softly when he heard it: "Why? You want to worship me? Ask me to protect you?"

"What are you dreaming about!" Li Donglai sneered without hesitation and turned around to look for his opponent.

Huang Tiandao's martial arts arena is very large and can accommodate thousands of people to practice martial arts, so there is certainly no shortage of venues for competitions.

There is no need for an arena. The elders randomly drew circles on the ground and started shouting numbers.

Zhang Chen heard the shouting and came to his own circle. Soon a thin little Taoist priest came and stood opposite Zhang Chen.

The elder stood outside the circle and announced the rules of the competition: "First, if you step out of the circle, you lose. Second, no fatal blows are allowed. Third, no rules!"

"Did you hear it clearly?" the elder asked.

Zhang Chen nodded, then slowly drew out his sword and looked at the thin Taoist priest opposite him. Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest took out seven iron rods from under his robe, and then quickly linked the iron rods together to form a three-meter-long rod. He looked at Zhang Chen with a sinister smile on his face: "Junior brother, are you ready?"

Looking at the three-meter-long stick, the arena is only four meters long. Adding the space provided for the opponent to attack, I am afraid that the opponent will be able to sweep me down with a single sweep of the stick.

I told you to carry a weapon, but I didn't tell you to carry such a long weapon, right?
But the elder did not reprimand, but asked: "When you are ready, do it."

The young man chuckled and said, "Brother, I will teach you a lesson today. Don't be too honest. If you are too honest, you will suffer."

As he spoke, the stick in his hand whistled as it swept towards Zhang Chen.

"This guy has already exerted all his strength. This stick must have a force of hundreds of pounds. If I were hit by it, I would end up with broken bones and tendons. Unfortunately, this stick can't even reach me." Zhang Chen shook his head secretly.

The trajectory of the stick and even the traces of muscle lines on the young man's body where he was exerting force were clearly visible under Zhang Chen's ultrasonic detection.

The opponent's stick came at him fiercely and aggressively. Zhang Chen did not choose to take it head-on, but rolled in front of the young man. When the young man wanted to change his moves, it was too late. Zhang Chen's sword gently stopped at the opponent's crotch.

The wind from the stick whistled in Zhang Chen's ears. The stick stopped abruptly when it was ten centimeters away from Zhang Chen's head. The young Taoist felt the chill in his crotch, and his hands and feet went numb. "Brother, stop. I lost!"

Logically speaking, the stick techniques are a set. After Zhang Chen dodged a stick, he still had a series of moves. However, Zhang Chen's roll prevented him from using the following moves. It was too late for him to change his moves. Before he could hit Zhang Chen, Zhang Chen had already cut off his bird.

"Zhang Chen wins." The old Taoist priest on the side announced the victory slowly.

Not long after, the second round of competition began.

A martial arts competition can usually decide the winner or the death within three to five breaths, so the competition is very fast. The only time wasted is rearranging the number plates and re-drawing lots.

There were still a hundred people left in the second round, and Zhang Chen successfully advanced.

In the third round of fifty people, Zhang Chen successfully advanced.

In the fourth round of twenty people, Zhang Chen advanced.

When Zhang Chen fought with others, he often only made one move, and that one move could decide victory or defeat, as well as life or death.

Zhang Chen then discovered that with the help of ultrasound, he had simply turned on a cheating device. The direction of his opponent's muscle movements was completely under his control. He had seen through all of his opponent's moves. No matter how hard you exerted, it was difficult to defeat Zhang Chen.

Feint?

nonexistent!

He was directly defeated by Zhang Chen.

Even if you have cultivated to the level of Hua Jin, everyone's physical fitness is about the same, and it is useless as long as you can't hit Zhang Chen. No matter how great a martial arts master you are, once you are seen through and Zhang Chen presses you to the point of weakness, you will immediately lose your composure.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for the top ten competition, and there were only twenty people left in the field.

Zhang Chen won easily again. The opponent was just a Ming Jin cultivator and could not survive a single move in front of Zhang Chen.

But at this time Zhang Chen set his eyes on Zhang Xiaohua, and saw that Zhang Xiaohua was surrounded by aura, as if she was wearing a golden gauze dress. The gauze dress was as thin as a cicada's wing and seemed transparent and illusory, but it was impervious to swords and guns, and was immune to water and fire. No matter how her opponent's sword and gun attacks fell, they would be shattered by the gauze dress.

There were even several disciples who were afraid of the power of the palace at first and did not dare to use swords or guns. They went to meet the enemy with bare hands. As a result, their hands were shattered into pieces and they were completely disabled.

Zhang Chen looked at Zhang Xiaohua's magical power and had an idea in his mind. He swept his eyes across the crowd and saw Wu Ming'er. Wu Ming'er was strange, wearing a mask and had a slender figure. Outsiders could not see his appearance at all, and he looked very mysterious.

Zhang Chen was curious when he saw this. He didn't expect that there was such a strange person in Huang Tiandao.

"Today's martial arts competition is over. Everyone take a good rest. The winner will be decided tomorrow." Just as Zhang Chen was thinking about it, Liu Feng came out and announced the end of today's competition.

Since martial arts are about taking action, the consumption is extremely high. After several consecutive competitions, everyone is no longer in peak condition and needs time to rest.

Liu Feng finished his announcement and everyone dispersed. Chu Mingyue glanced at Zhang Chen from a distance, made a gesture of wiping his neck, and then left with a sneer.

Zhang Xiaohua also looked at Zhang Chen in surprise, her eyes full of curiosity. They had been neighbors for years, how could he not know what kind of person Zhang Chen was? How did he get into the top ten? Were all the senior brothers fakes? How could this kid get away with it?

"It really doesn't make sense! Zhang Chen is a good guy, but not much." Zhang Xiaohua muttered to himself. From now on, he would pay attention to his fellow countryman.

(End of this chapter)