Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 281 If you want to kill, I'll do it myself.

The internal competition of the Long Whale Sect began two months before the Liancheng Illusionary Realm.

There is plenty of time, no need to rush, and in order to allow the disciples of each peak to rest properly, this competition will last for a full twenty days.

After rounds of elimination, only six disciples remained with a chance.

They drew lots to determine three participants who would then go to the martial arts competition among the four factions of the Eastern Frontier.

As for the rankings of these three individuals, we can determine them by looking back at their performances in the four-faction martial arts competition.

Of the remaining six, Chu Guihai of Xuanri Peak and Xu Li of Cen Yun Peak were both highly regarded experts from the beginning. Although Niu Wansan's talent was average, he was old and his cultivation was quite good, so he managed to get in.

And then there's Pei Xia. By this point, everyone already knows his identity: he's the newly promoted inner sect elder who escorted Ji Shaofu back to the sect.

Such an opportunity is bound to make people envious. Most disciples are unaware of the inside story regarding the quota for the four sects' martial arts competition, and they only think that he has come to compete with the ordinary disciples below for fame and gain.

What's especially infuriating is that this person is said to have an ambiguous relationship with Master Ji.

How come you get all the good things?!
That being said, Pei Xia's victory over Liu Yun on the first day was quite convincing, especially as she gradually revealed her profound cultivation level in the following days, which silenced many people.

What truly surprised everyone was Chai Yun, a disciple of Shuxing Peak.

Who is Chai Yun?

Everyone has heard of him; they know he has a powerful background and a wealthy family, but as for his cultivation level, he's only at the Refining Cauldron Realm. He usually doesn't show off, so it's really surprising that he was able to fight his way into the top six.

In fact, not only were others surprised, but Chai Yun himself was also very surprised.

Originally, he was quite reluctant to participate in the competition, but unexpectedly, firstly, he had excellent luck in the draw, avoiding all the strong opponents, and secondly, he seemed to be much more powerful than expected, even defeating a few opponents with considerable cultivation.

Ha, as expected, how many truly capable disciples can a sect like the Whale Clan have? In the end, the cultivation techniques my old man found are still the most powerful and reliable.

The sect competition is on its twentieth and final day.

Xuan Rifeng spared no expense, decorating the entire training ground—not out of grandeur, but because the four factions would be competing here again sooner or later, and the money would have to be spent eventually.

To avoid congestion, many lower-level disciples were not even qualified to go up to the top to watch the battle. Only those who were from the inner sect or had achieved good results in this competition were allowed a place near the training ground.

As for the high stands, nine chairs were set up early today.

That was prepared for the elders in charge of each peak, including Yang Xuzhong of Xuanri Peak and Ji Shaofu of Shuxing Peak, who were both present today.

Ji Shaofu hadn't come to watch the game for the past few days. It was unclear whether she was ashamed of the rumors or if someone had informed her in advance.

Today, the man in the blue robe sat in the stands, his gaze constantly searching for someone below.

"Hey, why didn't our sect leader come today?" Yang Xuzhong asked.

Another elder beside him reminded him, "Our sect leader said today is an auspicious day, perfect for taking the Netherworld Flower to heal old wounds."

Yang Xuzhong immediately realized: "Oh, that's a big deal, it really can't be delayed."

Only Pei Xia, gazing at the empty chair in the very center of the stands, smiled.

This is Huang Bingming's legitimate alibi.

The appointed time had passed. Yang Xuzhong stood up, walked to the edge of the stands, and his spiritual energy vibrated. He delivered a passionate speech about diligent cultivation and vigorous progress.

Actually, there were only three matches in total, which didn't take much time.

Niu Wansan kept rubbing his hands together in the audience, repeatedly telling Pei Xia, "Don't be nervous, you must not be nervous."

Pei Xia realized he was trying to comfort her, so she reached out and patted the fat man on the shoulder.

The first round was between Niu Wansan and Cen Yunfeng's Xu Li.

The fat man clenched his fist suddenly in the audience.

This is the best possible draw. Xu Li is only at the Refining Cauldron Realm. Although she is quite strong, she mainly relies on magic weapons. In this respect, she is not much harder to defeat than Chai Yun.

But in reality, this battle was quite brutal.

The fat man was old, and although his cultivation was stronger, he didn't have much wealth. When faced with the opponent's various tricks, he could only rely on his physical body and cultivation to withstand them, and he started to get injured frequently after only a few rounds.

Especially when struck by a talisman, his flesh and bones were torn apart, and blood flowed profusely.

In the end, it's more accurate to say that Niu Wansan scared Xu Li into submission rather than that he defeated Xu Li.

When Junior Sister Xu saw that the fat man was acting like a mad dog, so ferocious that he was no longer human, and was about to pounce on her, she was so frightened that she cried right there on the dueling platform.

As the fat man was being carried off the bus, Pei Xia could still hear him spitting out, "Damn it, what are you crying for? Didn't you hit him?"

He needs to get his injury treated quickly. An elder at the Open Mansion Realm in the stands personally came down to help him. The fat man couldn't say anything as he left, and could only cast a glance at Pei Xia.

Although Pei Xia never thought that the internal competition of the Changjing Sect was anything special.

But for many low-level cultivators, this might be the only way to change their fate.

Niu Wansan was relatively lucky; at least he still had a chance to fight desperately.

Pei Xia didn't get a chance in the second round either; Chu Guihai from Xuan Rifeng won decisively.

By the third round, only Pei Xia and Chai Yun remained.

Chai Yun felt a little nervous, but she managed to suppress it.

The mysterious disappearance of the retainers sent by his own family that night did indeed terrify Chai Yun for a while.

But soon, the joy of winning the martial arts competition made him forget his doubts. He was just a martial artist at the Opening Mansion Realm. He was gone, so be it.

It was a pity that he couldn't kill Pei Xia, but fortunately, Ji Shaofu stayed at home and seemed to be avoiding something afterward, which made him somewhat satisfied—it seems that this woman knows what's important.

As for the duel... let's not even talk about whether I have a chance of winning. Even if I really can't beat him, in front of so many disciples and elders, under everyone's watchful eyes, even if he had the guts, he wouldn't dare to do anything to me.

Pei Xia straightened her collar, looked at Chai Yun opposite her, and suddenly said, "On the first day of the competition, when I faced Liu Yun, you rigged it, didn't you?"

The sound wasn't loud, and the training ground was wide enough that bystanders probably couldn't hear it.

However, Chai Yun still didn't respond: "I don't understand what you're saying."

“I’m saying,” Pei Xia patted her wrists, “how come you don’t realize it when someone else is setting you up?”

Chai Yun narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"

No one answered him, because at the same moment, the flag was lowered, and the competition had begun.

Pei Xia flicked his right hand, and a rotten wooden longsword landed in his hand.

On the distant stands, Yang Xuzhong, holding a teacup, noticed the sword in Pei Xia's hand and laughed, "Oh, this kid helped my junior sister win a Fangcun Pill from me the other day. Looks like he's been holding back."

Ji Shaofu did not speak.

She was staring at Pei Xia on the martial arts stage.

For some reason, when that simple wooden sword came into view, a subtle sense of familiarity began to stir slightly in his dantian.

The senior students started talking about the outcome of the match again, and most of them thought that Pei Xia should win.

Only Li Qi, standing to the side of the stands, vaguely sensed something was off about the atmosphere.

The moment the flag was waved, Pei Xia raised her sword with both hands, held it horizontally, and stepped forward.

The seemingly ordinary start turned into a sudden burst of blinding sword light from the wooden blade the moment the sword was extended.

The sword light flashed in a straight line!
Li Qi couldn't help but close his eyes.

But then he was shocked and instantly understood why Pei Xia had never gone to find Huang Bing.

He is not here to destroy Chai Yun's magical artifact in today's competition.

Pei Xia should be spared if he doesn't kill him.

If he wanted to kill someone, he wouldn't deign to rely on others!
The sudden flash of the sword, the piercing pain that cut to the bone, startled several elders in the stands.

Soon, several people reacted quickly and realized that the Tongxuan Elder, who had only recently been promoted to the inner sect, was no ordinary person. With this sword strike, Chai Yun might be in mortal danger!
That's the son of the Minister of Works. Even if he's seriously injured, let alone killed, the Changjing Sect will have a hard time explaining themselves!
Compared to these elders, Chai Yun's feelings at this moment were much more genuine.

He swore that, despite his somewhat domineering nature, he had never underestimated Pei Xia's profound cultivation level; he knew very well that this person's strength should be above his own.

But Chai Yun still hadn't expected it.

When Pei Xia's sword was pointed at him.

He didn't even have the strength to run.

With the sword light obscuring his vision, he could only hastily throw out his protective magic weapon.

It was a heavy bronze shield, radiating a powerful spiritual energy. Once thrown, it protected Chai Yun like a city wall.

This is a genuine treasure; there are very few magical artifacts of this caliber in the entire Changjing Sect.

In terms of protective abilities alone, even a cultivator at the Opening Mansion Realm would be helpless against a direct confrontation.

As the sword light struck the bronze shield, the roar of spiritual energy colliding with the sword energy swept across the entire summit of Xuanri Peak!

A strong wind blew, scattering tools and utensils. Amidst the clattering, stone slabs shattered, and dust billowed everywhere.

The elders in the stands were all dumbfounded.

Although they sensed Pei Xia's extraordinary abilities upon seeing the sword light, the sheer power of the aftershocks during the actual clash still made these veteran generals feel ashamed.

The power of that single sword strike was comparable to the full power of someone at the Opening Mansion Realm!
Is this the kind of ability that Tongxuan should have?

Fortunately, it could be vaguely seen through the smoke and dust that Pei Xia's sword had failed to break through the bronze shield magic weapon in front of Chai Yun.

Thank goodness, it is indeed a precious magical artifact with profound heritage. It's good that Chai Yun is not dead.

Chai Yun himself was so frightened that his heart jumped into his throat.

However, when he turned around and saw that Pei Xia's wooden sword was blocked outside the bronze shield, he breathed a sigh of relief.

A surge of fear mixed with anger welled up inside him: "You surnamed Pei, you really don't know who the Emperor of Heaven is!"

In Chai Yun's view, Pei Xia's attempt to kill him was nothing more than a sneak attack, and only by breaking through his magic weapon in a sudden moment would he have a chance.

Otherwise, whether it's the elders in the stands or the referees of the competition, they would immediately come to protect themselves.

They had to protect it.

But on the other side of the bronze shield, there was no response.

Only one low murmur: "Prove my supernatural powers."

A faint light curtain suddenly appeared before Pei Xia's sword blade as it touched the shield.

The longsword pierced through, half of its blade disappearing into the void.

Beyond the smoke and dust, rotten wood pierced straight into Chai Yun's chest!

To Chai Yun's astonishment...

It pierced through the chest!

(End of this chapter)