Everyone ascended, but I didn't get on board

Chapter 182 Forced Uninstallation System

The dog system was incredibly fast, arriving in front of Feng Shanming in an instant. The small ball of light expanded, splitting into two parts, and then swallowed the system whole. A series of data flashed across the ball of light, and at the same time, Qiu Ci heard a notification sound.

[Beep, target is being forcibly stripped and unloaded. Current progress: 10%...30%...50%...60%...]

Feng Shanming was completely unaware of all this. He simply forced back his opponent's sword moves with his suddenly surged cultivation level. Feeling the unparalleled power within his body, he felt as if he had everything under control. He coldly looked at the sword cultivator opposite him, no longer showing the previous apprehension, but instead a hint of contempt. A Nascent Soul sword cultivator was nothing more than that.

The opponent was also taken aback. Just moments ago, the opponent had been dodging so awkwardly, yet now he could easily force back his sword attacks. Suddenly, he recalled the opponent's previous matches, where he had always unleashed his power on the spot. Could this be the same?

He couldn't help but become extremely wary, but he wielded his sword even more rapidly, unleashing a sword aura several times stronger than before that attacked his opponent once more.

However, in Feng Shanming's eyes, who had already successfully advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, everything was in vain. Not to mention the difference of a major realm between the two, under the powerful divine sense of the Nascent Soul stage, these sword moves that had just driven him to the brink of despair were now exceptionally clear, as if they had been slowed down several times. How could he possibly not dodge them?

With a mere thought, Feng Shanming vanished from his spot like a ghost, not only dodging the sword strikes but also having the strength to retaliate. The techniques he had previously learned, enhanced by his divine sense, were no longer flashy moves but had become true killing blows.

He snorted coldly. How dare a mere Nascent Soul cultivator push him to this point? He would show the other party what it meant for the strong not to be humiliated.

In an instant, the situation on the scene completely reversed. The Nascent Soul sword cultivator showed signs of being suppressed and retreated several steps. Feng Shanming, however, did not give his opponent a chance to catch his breath. His moves became increasingly fierce, carrying an aura of revenge.

After a brief moment of panic, the Nascent Soul sword cultivator quickly regained his composure. Immediately afterward, his sword energy surged, and streams of light burst forth from his sword, hurtling towards Feng Shanming at incredible speed. The surrounding sword energy seemed to be summoned, sweeping in uncontrollably.

Before Feng Shanming could react, he felt a sharp pain in his hand as several wounds were slashed by the sword energy. Startled, he took several steps back, but he could still sense the overwhelming sword energy. What was this?
Sword intent!

The Nascent Soul sword cultivator seemed to have also noticed the sudden change in his opponent, so he decided to finish the battle quickly and directly summoned his sword intent to fight head-on. He turned the sword in his hand, and amazing sword energy surrounded his body. The next moment, he was like a sharp blade and attacked the opponent. The soaring sword intent even made the swords of many cultivators in the arena emit bursts of sword cries.

Feng Shanming was also startled and instinctively tried to dodge, but found that his opponent's speed was extremely fast, making it impossible for even a Nascent Soul cultivator to avoid. Especially the increasingly solid sword energy, which inexplicably gave him a feeling of impending defeat. "System! Quickly think of a way!"

He instinctively wanted to find the system, his hatred growing stronger. Why did a mere Nascent Soul cultivator possess such terrifying power? Yet, no familiar response came from his mind. As the opponent's sword strikes approached, Feng Shanming had no time to think. He could only channel all his spiritual energy to create layers of protection in front of him, trying to block the attack.

Click!

The moment the opponent attacked, a layer of his defenses shattered, followed by several cracking sounds. The opponent's sword was getting closer and closer, and it looked like it was about to break through all his defenses and strike him.

Feng Shanming's eyes widened, a surge of frustration rising within him. It was the same thing again. They were clearly a whole realm lower than him, yet they had forced him into this predicament. No! He couldn't lose. It was all because of these despicable sword cultivators; he absolutely could not lose to them.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately released his divine sense without hesitation, directly attacking the opponent's unsuspecting sea of ​​consciousness. Anyone who blocked his path would die!

What the hell!

Qiu Ci was startled. She had known that Feng Shanming was immoral, but she hadn't expected him to be so ruthless in his pursuit of victory, using his divine sense to attack someone's sea of ​​consciousness. He was aiming to cripple the opponent; damage to the sea of ​​consciousness would not only destroy their cultivation but could also affect their sanity, turning them into an idiot. She formed a hand seal, about to intercept him, when suddenly the dog-like system's voice rang in her ears.

[Beep! Forced uninstallation successful. All bindings have been removed, and all target functions are disabled.]

Before Qiu Ci could make a move, a loud bang suddenly rang out.

The next moment, a white bolt of lightning suddenly descended from the sky and struck Feng Shanming directly in the arena. It not only interrupted his spellcasting instantly, but the powerful lightning force also caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Sword cultivator: "..."

Autumn Farewell: "..."

what's the situation?
"It's a lightning tribulation! Look at the sky!" someone suddenly shouted.

Everyone present looked up and saw that, without anyone noticing, layers of thunderclouds had filled the entire sky, shrouding the venue. The overwhelming pressure of the heavens and earth made not only the participating students feel uneasy, but even the judges on the stage felt a chill.

"It's a Nascent Soul Transformation Tribulation! Someone is breaking through and needs to undergo the tribulation." The judges quickly scanned the several arenas where the battles were taking place and instantly locked onto Feng Shanming, who had already been struck by lightning on the stage. "It's that student from Yizhong City No. 1 Middle School! Quick, everyone disperse and leave that area! Don't get caught up in the tribulation!"

The judges reacted quickly, immediately clearing the area, and even picked up the microphone and shouted, "All judges at the Nascent Soul stage, come with me to protect the Dharma."

As soon as he finished speaking, several figures flew towards the arena, and the crowd that had been surrounding them began to scatter to avoid being struck by lightning.

Only the two people on the field had not yet made a move. The Nascent Soul sword cultivator was also startled by the sudden lightning strike and was unable to react for a moment to what had happened.

"Hey, you there, hurry up and come down." Qiu Ci beckoned to the Nascent Soul sword cultivator and couldn't help but remind him.

"Huh!?" The other person was taken aback.

Qiu Ci flashed onto the stage, grabbed the other person, and casually scooped up the now-fat dog system orb. Then she jumped off the stage, leaving only one person on it.

Boom! Another bolt of lightning struck.

A clear look of panic flashed across Feng Shanming's face. He had no idea how to deal with it. He even tried to dodge, but was loudly stopped by the judges who had rushed over.

"Don't try to avoid the lightning tribulation, or the next lightning tribulation will only be stronger."