If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

He slipped, seemingly frightened by the chaotic scene, and fell forward in a very disheveled manner, landing face-first in the dirt.

"Chance!"

The four Yingtian Peak disciples' eyes gleamed. Without thinking twice, they accelerated their sprint, intending to finish off the enemy.

However, just as they were about to rush to Mo Chengyue's side...

A faint yellow light flickered from the fingertips of Mo Chengyue that were pressing on the ground.

Several talismans, as thin as cicada wings, were silently affixed to the ground.

That's neither a Blazing Flame Talisman nor a Vajra Talisman.

That was invented by Mo Chengyue when he had nothing to do, so that he could play grass skiing on the steep mountain road of Qingquan Peak - "Powerful Oil Talisman".

"Slurp—"

The disciple at the very front felt a sudden lightness under his feet.

In that instant, the hard, rough stone slabs of the arena became a hundred times slipperier than an oiled ice surface!

It has absolutely no grip whatsoever!

"Holy crap?!"

The man only had time to let out a short cry of surprise before he lost his balance and fell backward.

Then came the second, the third...

The four people were like bowling balls that had been hit, slipping and falling one after another, and then falling because of the great inertia.

Unable to stop, they rolled together like four fleshy lumps, tumbling towards Mo Chengyue.

At that moment, Mo Chengyue, who was lying on the ground, "happened" to make an extremely awkward rolling over motion.

"Ouch!"

His flip just happened to clear a "broad road" leading to the edge of the ring.

"No--!!"

The four men could only watch helplessly as they slid out of the ring in a humiliating manner along the slippery path.

"Plop, plop, plop, plop."

Four muffled thuds, like water falling.

Dust billowed around the arena.

The entire venue fell silent once again.

Even the elder referee on the high platform couldn't help but twitch his lips twice.

Does this work too?

Is this a magic duel? This is downright acrobatics!

"Damn it!!"

A roar shattered the silence.

It's Zhao Gang.

He finally used his spiritual power to force out the lime from his eyes, even though his eyes were swollen like peaches.

His eyesight had barely recovered somewhat. Seeing his fellow disciples all wiped out, he was so angry that he was practically leaping out of his skin.

"I'm going to kill you!!"

As a peak early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, Zhao Gang did indeed have some foundation. In his rage, he unleashed his full power.

With his spiritual energy burning, he was like a mad tiger descending the mountain, carrying a violent shockwave as he punched Mo Chengyue, who hadn't yet gotten up, in the back of the chest.

This punch was so powerful that even a cultivator of the same level would cough up blood if they tried to withstand it.

At this moment, Mo Chengyue seemed to have just sat up, his old strength exhausted and new strength yet to be generated, making him a sitting duck.

"Die!"

A look of pleasure flashed in Zhao Gang's eyes.

On the high platform, Qin Wanzhuang frowned slightly, her fingers unconsciously gripping the armrest of the seat.

But the next second, her brows relaxed, and a mocking smile even appeared on her lips.

Because she saw that Mo Chengyue's back muscles were vibrating at a strange frequency.

That's a preparatory action for "getting beaten".

Just as Zhao Gang's fist was about to touch his body.

Mo Chengyue was like a slippery eel, his upper body twisted at an odd angle.

"The loach burrows!"

He silently recited the name of the shameful move in his mind.

This isn't some profound movement technique; it's purely muscle memory—force deflection—developed through countless beatings from my second senior sister!

Zhao Gang's deadly punch grazed past Mo Chengyue's ribs.

Not only did he miss, but because he used too much force, Zhao Gang's center of gravity shifted forward instantly, leaving him wide open.

It's now!

A glint flashed in Mo Chengyue's eyes, but his expression remained one of utter terror.

He leaned back, his shoulder seemingly unintentionally but actually striking Zhao Gang's unbalanced hip fulcrum with pinpoint accuracy.

Use someone's strength against them!

The true meaning of Tai Chi is to use minimal force to overcome great strength!

"Get out of here!"

Mo Chengyue muttered to himself.

The Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Scripture within his body circulated slightly, and a subtle yet domineering counterforce instantly erupted.

"Bang!"

Zhao Gang felt as if he had hit a wall that bounced back, and his original forward momentum was instantly amplified by two times.

He was like a cannonball launched from a gun, completely out of control of his body, tracing a beautiful parabola in the air.

"ah--"

The screams still echoed in the air.

He had already traveled dozens of meters and crashed heavily onto the group of junior disciples who had just gotten up below the arena.

"Holy crap!"

That was the mournful cry of people stacked on top of each other.

On the arena.

Mo Chengyue lay panting on the edge, one hand gripping the gap in the floor tiles tightly, half of his body already dangling outside the arena.

He was pale, covered in sweat, and looked like he had just survived a disaster, patting his chest and panting heavily.

"That was close...that was close...I almost fell."

He raised his head and looked at the referee elder in mid-air, who had been completely petrified, with an extremely innocent and pitiful gaze.

"Elder,...do I...do I consider myself to have won?"

At this moment, the incense stick had burned out.

On the arena where a hundred people were originally fighting, apart from the "farce" that happened on Mo Chengyue's side, the winners and losers had already been decided elsewhere.

There were fewer than ten people left.

Mo Chengyue was prominently listed.

The elder referee took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to hit someone, and waved his sleeve.

"Group Three, Mo Chengyue...wins!"

"Advanced!"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

"That works? That's incredibly lucky!"

"So this is what they call 'fools have good luck'? This kid won entirely through those underhanded tricks!"

"Tch, it's only because Zhao Gang and his men underestimated us. If it were me, I would have beaten them to a pulp!"

Whispers, boos, and jeers rose and fell.

But in a corner of the crowd, Wenren Ji silently touched the hilt of the sword on his back.

He looked at his senior brother, who was still pretending to be stupid on the stage, and a flash of understanding appeared in his eyes.

The force release and recoil just now... if it were me, could I have done better than my senior brother in that situation?

the answer is negative.

"Senior brother's 'filth'... truly a realm of its own," Wenrenji murmured to himself.

And on the high platform.

Qin Wanzhuang loosened her grip on the armrest, leaned back in her chair, and gave the figure that was tumbling and scrambling off the stage a cold look.

"a shame."

She moved her lips slightly and uttered four words.

But if those who know her well look closely, they will notice a fleeting smile in her eyes.

……

Mo Chengyue had just squeezed out of the crowd and hadn't even had a chance to find a place to wipe his sweat when a charming and seductive voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Hey, isn't this the junior brother Mo who's got my brother Buci all smitten?"

Mo Chengyue froze.

That voice... that cloyingly sweet perfume scent...

He slowly turned around.

A stunningly beautiful woman, dressed in a rose-purple gown and with a beauty mark at the corner of her eye, was looking at him with a half-smile. Her phoenix eyes gleamed with a dangerous light, like that of a venomous snake.

Yu Jianhuan.

The Hehuan Sect is known for its femme fatales.

She is also the most ruthless member of the famous "ex-girlfriend group" of Senior Brother Xie Buci.

"That 'oil massage' move you used just now was pretty good."

Yu Jianhuan stretched out her nail-painted fingers and gently ran them across Mo Chengyue's cheek; her fingertips were icy cold.

"I wonder if you'll still have such good luck when you meet me in the singles competition?"

She breathed into Mo Chengyue's ear, her voice low and seductive, yet chilling.

"After all... you seem much more 'capable' than that good-for-nothing Xie Buci."

As Mo Chengyue watched her alluring departure, he felt a chill run down his spine.

It’s over.

Is this what they call "beating the young one, then the old one comes"?

Why should I have to pay back the romantic debts my senior brother has incurred?!

He looked up at the sky, wanting to cry but unable to.

"Second Senior Sister... is it too late for me to apply to stay in the Ten Thousand Snake Cave for two days?"