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

The fiery clouds on the horizon looked like overturned scrambled eggs with tomatoes, their red color almost blinding.

As the sect competition entered its final, intense rounds, the tension in the air was so palpable it was almost palpable.

If the previous matches were like weaklings pecking at each other, then the current round of 16 to the quarterfinals is a true battle of gods. Every match is about the allocation of resources to the sects, and even more so about—face.

However, for Mo Chengyue, this tense and exciting atmosphere was simply a stumbling block on his path to slacking off.

"Second Senior Sister, I really think that the thought is enough; there's no need to be there in person..."

Mo Chengyue made a final struggle, his feet seemingly glued to the ground, refusing to move.

"Yes, junior sister. Xiao Ji is a withdrawn child. The more of us there are, the more nervous he gets."

Beside him, Xie Buci was also waving his flamboyant folding fan, trying to match his style. Today he was wearing a bright pink robe with a very low neckline, revealing his collarbone, making him look like a peacock displaying its tail feathers to attract a mate.

"Shut up."

Qin Wanzhuang, who was walking at the front, didn't turn her head, but coldly uttered two words.

She was still dressed in a sharp black outfit, her high ponytail swinging with each step, like the Grim Reaper's scythe.

"Stop giving me that nonsense."

Qin Wanzhuang stopped and turned around. Her sharp phoenix eyes swept over the two of them, making Mo Chengyue and Xie Buci shrink back in fright.

"While I was away, you two senior brothers just lazed around all day, which was fine."

"If something goes wrong with Xiao Ji's match today, or..." Qin Wanzhuang paused, her eyes becoming even more dangerous, "if I find out he's learned something he shouldn't have..."

She didn't continue speaking, but simply placed her slender fingers lightly on the hilt of the sword and flicked it with her thumb.

"Clang!"

The longsword was drawn half an inch from its sheath, its cold light illuminating Mo Chengyue's pale face.

"Understand?"

"I understand! I understand! Absolutely!" Mo Chengyue nodded vigorously. "We'll go cheer on our junior brother right now! We'll be his strongest support!"

"That's right."

Qin Wanzhuang nodded in satisfaction, turned around and continued to lead the way, "Walk faster, don't dawdle like a girl."

Mo Chengyue and Xie Buci exchanged a glance, both seeing the words "life is meaningless" in each other's eyes.

This isn't going to watch a game, it's like being led to the execution ground!

……

The seventh arena was packed with people.

This match garnered a tremendous amount of attention.

On the one hand, it's because Qingquan Peak is currently in the limelight, having produced such a peculiar "physical exorcism" figure as Mo Chengyue, and everyone is looking forward to seeing what kind of performance the aloof junior brother Wenren Ji will deliver.

On the other hand, it was because of Wenren Ji's rival—"Violent Bear" Lei Zhen of Beast Taming Peak.

"Goodness, this physique is terrible..."

As soon as Mo Chengyue squeezed into the front row, he couldn't help but gasp when he saw the scene on the stage.

If Wenren Ji is a slender and upright lone bamboo, then Lei Zhen opposite him is a moving mountain of flesh.

Lei Zhen was a full two and a half meters tall, with bulging muscles that gleamed with a bronze metallic sheen. He carried no weapon, for his fists, adorned with steel knuckle dusters, were the most terrifying weapons of mass destruction.

Moreover, this thing is a self-repairing item.

A body cultivator at the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage!

"Defense stacked to the max, health bar super thick, and even has super armor..." Mo Chengyue frantically calculated the data in his mind, his brows furrowing more and more tightly, "This situation is very unfriendly to agile sword cultivators like Junior Brother."

On the arena.

"drink!!"

Lei Zhen roared, his voice booming like thunder, causing the protective array to vibrate.

He was like a runaway heavy tank, rumbling and crushing towards Wenren Ji.

Wenren Ji's face was expressionless, his gaze terrifyingly focused.

The greatsword in his hand was heavy, but it felt as light as a feather in his hands.

"Silent Extinction Sword Technique, Sever the Flow!"

brush!

A gray sword aura swept out, heading straight for Lei Zhen's lower body.

However, Lei Zhen did not dodge at all.

"Vajra Body!"

His whole body shone with golden light, and his skin instantly turned into a golden texture.

"clang!!"

The sword energy struck his leg, producing a crisp metallic clang, leaving only a shallow white mark.

"What?!"

The audience erupted in uproar.

"This defense is insane! Even the Annihilation Sword Qi can't break through it?"

"Oh no, this is practically gua sha!"

Mo Chengyue's heart sank.

This is the dual suppression of realm and attribute.

If it were a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, Wenren Ji might be able to break through their defenses with his sword intent. But his opponent was at the peak of the late stage and specialized in defense, which was like trying to cut a security door with nail clippers—it was impossible to win.

boom!

Lei Zhen unleashed a punch.

Although Wenren Ji parried with his sword, the terrifying force still sent him flying more than ten meters, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

But he did not back down, still gripping his sword tightly, his eyes burning with an indomitable spirit.

"Little Ji..."

Qin Wanzhuang looked at the stubborn figure on the stage, her brows furrowed slightly, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes.

"Junior sister, don't worry, there's still a chance." Xie Buci waved his fan, seemingly calm, but his eyes sharpened. "Fourth junior brother still has trump cards up his sleeve."

"Hidden card?" Qin Wanzhuang looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Mo Chengyue's heart skipped a beat.

No! Don't reveal that trump card!

Don't!

However, Murphy's Law tells us that what you fear most is what will happen to you.

On the arena.

Wenren Ji was once again knocked back, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood dripped down the hilt of his sword.

He was panting heavily, looking at his unharmed opponent with a resolute glint in his eyes.

We can't beat them.

Really can't beat it.

Whether it's strength, speed, or defense, they are completely outmatched.

"If direct attack doesn't work... then we'll have to..."

Suddenly, a certain night flashed into Wenrenji's mind, where Mo Chengyue gave a lewd... no, a heartfelt lecture.

"Little Ji, the cultivation world is very cruel. When your sword can't cut through someone, you have to learn to attack their weaknesses."

—"What are weaknesses? Eyes, lower body, respiratory system, mindset..."

"As long as you can win, the means don't matter. Staying alive is the greatest contribution."

Wenren Ji gritted his teeth.

I'm sorry, senior.

To win, I'll get dirty just this once!

next second.

Wenren Ji suddenly sheathed his sword and retreated, assuming a posture as if he was about to unleash a powerful attack.

Lei Zhen immediately raised his arms to protect his vitals: "Come on! No matter what sword move you use, I can take it!"

however.

Wenren Ji did not draw his sword.

His left hand suddenly shot up!

A large cloud of white powder, mixed with some kind of irritating red dust, was thrown at Lei Zhen!

Qingquanfeng Specialty - Enhanced Lime Chili Powder!

Holy crap!

Mo Chengyue, sitting in the audience, suddenly covered his face, his fingers parted wide.

It’s over.

This is the prelude to a massive social death scene.

"mean!"

Lei Zhen roared angrily.

But he was, after all, a seasoned veteran with extremely fast reflexes.

Just as the powder was about to hit him, he took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and then—

"roar!!!"

The Lion's Roar of Buddhism!

A terrifying sonic wave erupted from his mouth!

call--!

The clump of lime-chili powder that was about to make a difference was instantly blown back by the strong wind!

Not only did it fail to dazzle Lei Zhen, it also enveloped Wenren Ji, who had just rushed up.