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

boom--!!!

If the battle just now was a heat wave...

Now, the entire training ground was in an uproar!

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

"Is this something I can watch for free?"

"Junior Brother Xiao, well done! Your marksmanship is superb!"

"I hereby declare that Xiao Fan is now my half-brother!"

A group of LSPs instantly transformed into werewolves, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, craning their necks as if they wanted to stick their eyeballs to the ring.

Even the referee elder's cloudy old eyes brightened noticeably at this moment, and then he pretended to cough and looked at the sky in a serious manner.

in the corner.

Mo Chengyue was also stunned.

However, his focus was clearly more "professional".

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"This 'armor-removing' spear technique can't be mastered without thirty years of single-handed speed."

"This skin, this radiance... no wonder the entrance to the Hehuan Sect is being worn down by visitors."

"This isn't cultivation of immortality; it's clearly a paradise of wine, women, and carnal pleasures!"

While inwardly cursing, Mo Chengyue honestly pulled out the recording stone.

Their movements were so practiced it was heartbreaking.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm recording the details of the battle so I can review and learn from it when I get back."

"Yes, it's about studying."

On the arena.

Lin Miaoyin was stunned for a moment.

When she felt the coolness on her shoulder and the burning gazes of the group of animals below the stage.

Her face instantly turned red to the roots of her ears.

It's not shyness.

I'm angry!

"Xiao! Fan!!!"

A scream loud enough to shatter glass echoed through the sky.

Lin Miaoyin completely broke down.

She is a saint, when has she ever suffered such injustice?

Clothes ripped off in public?

This is an absolute disgrace!

"I'm going to kill you!!!"

boom--!

The spiritual power within Lin Miaoyin's body went completely berserk.

This time, it was neither a test nor a contest.

She directly burned her life essence!

His cultivation level, which was originally at the mid-stage of Core Formation, suddenly surged to the late stage at this moment!

In the void behind her, a stunningly beautiful celestial maiden appeared.

But the celestial maiden was not holding flowers, but a sickle.

"Forbidden Technique: Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers - Soul Burial!"

Petals fell from the sky.

Each petal is a sharp blade capable of slicing through steel.

Moreover, it carries an extreme allure and murderous intent.

The entire arena instantly transformed into a pink, chaotic battlefield.

"They went too far."

Xiao Fan looked at the petals falling everywhere, and his lips twitched slightly.

He really just wanted to parry.

Who knew the clothes were of such poor quality?

Did the purchasing department of the Hehuan Sect take kickbacks?

"trouble."

Xiao Fan sighed.

Explaining things to a crazed woman is useless.

The only way is to beat her down.

"I originally intended to save this move for Ye Wushang."

"Since you're so eager to see it, then I'll grant your wish."

Xiao Fan took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly.

When he opened his eyes again, a strange crimson hue appeared in his pupils.

"Blood Demon Disintegration Technique - Reversal!"

This is not self-harm.

Instead, it uses an extremely sophisticated technique to instantly squeeze the potential of every inch of muscle and meridian in the body.

To gain a moment of explosive power at the cost of physical damage.

This was also one of his signature skills when he was the Demon Emperor in his previous life.

"Break for me!"

Xiao Fan held the gun in both hands and suddenly spun around.

The black spiritual power merged with the blood-red blood energy, transforming into a terrifying black and red tornado.

They crashed headlong into the rain of flowers!

Ding ding ding—!

The dense clattering sounds were like raindrops pattering on banana leaves.

Countless petals were crushed.

That pink area was actually torn open by this unreasonable tornado!

"impossible!"

Lin Miaoyin's face paled.

This is a desperate move on her part!

Even if Ye Wushang took the hit head-on, he would still be badly injured!

What makes this freak, who's only at the early stage of Core Formation, so special?

however.

Reality is often this cruel.

The man, who was like a demon, was covered in blood (most of which were his own open wounds), but he still resolutely rushed to her.

The black spear was covered in cracks and could shatter at any moment.

But the tip of the gun remains sharp.

"Go down."

Xiao Fan's voice was soft, tinged with weariness.

He did not use the tip of the spear to stab.

Instead, he used the gun barrel to strike Lin Miaoyin hard in the lower abdomen.

boom!

Lin Miaoyin felt an irresistible force coming towards her.

He flew off the stage like a kite with a broken string.

While still in mid-air, she spat out a mouthful of blood, and her already tattered red dress fluttered even more tragically.

puff.

Lin Miaoyin fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The entire room fell silent.

It was deathly silent again.

How many times has this awkward silence happened today?

Everyone stared blankly at the man kneeling in the center of the ring, panting heavily.

Xiao Fan.

He won again.

Although this time the victory was even more devastating.

His clothes had been reduced to strips of cloth, and there wasn't a single patch of good flesh on his body. Fresh blood dripped down his trouser legs.

That was a truly "pyrrhic victory".

If Lin Miaoyin had held on for even one more breath, Xiao Fan would have been the first to collapse.

"Cough cough..."

Xiao Fan used the gun to support his body, struggling to stand up.

But he tried several times, and his legs were trembling.

This body has truly reached its limit.

"The victor... is Xiao Fan from Tiantai Peak!"

The elder referee's voice finally rang out, tinged with a mixture of emotion and astonishment.

Whoosh—!

This time.

No one was stingy with their applause anymore.

Even those who were just criticizing Xiao Fan for "not knowing how to cherish women" had to give him a thumbs up and shout "Awesome!"

At the peak of the early stage of Core Formation, he fought two high-intensity battles in a row.

One battle was a direct confrontation with the Holy Son, and the other was a direct confrontation with the berserk Holy Maiden.

In the end, they managed to secure third place.

This achievement is worthy of being recorded in the annals of the Hehuan Sect.

"This kid..."

in the corner.

Mo Chengyue silently put away the recording stone, his expression becoming more solemn than ever before.

He did not join the cheering crowd.

Instead, he added a bold red circle around Xiao Fan's name in his notebook.

[Extremely dangerous! Extremely dangerous!]

[Not only does he possess an invincibility cheat, but he also has extremely strong combat instincts. He is completely unresponsive to women and is a heartless killing machine.]

If this kind of person becomes an enemy, the first thing to do is... run away.

After finishing writing, he glanced at Lin Miaoyin, who had just been helped up not far away.

The saintess was pale, her hair was disheveled, and she wore a tattered red dress.

She stared intently at Xiao Fan on the stage, her eyes filled with hatred, but also with a complex mix of emotions... after being defeated.

"Oh, women."

Mo Chengyue shook his head, just about to turn around and leave this place of trouble.

Sudden.

He felt a chill run down his back.

The feeling was like being watched by a venomous snake.

He turned his head stiffly.

They met a pair of peach blossom eyes filled with resentment and shame, yet seemingly searching for an outlet.

Lin Miaoyin.

Because, by sheer bad luck, the direction in which Xiao Fan had sent him flying happened to be near the stands where Mo Chengyue was.

Mo Chengyue had just taken out a photo-recording stone in order to "record the details".

Although he hid it very well.

But to the saintess, who was extremely sensitive at this moment, the fat man in the thick cotton robe who was acting suspiciously, holding a suspicious item in his hand, and with a "lewd" smile on his lips was the one to be seen.

They were like fireflies in the darkest night, so bright and outstanding.

"That fat bastard..."

Lin Miaoyin gritted her teeth, her voice barely audible, yet it carried a chilling aura.

"Is he recording?"

"He actually dared to record it?!"

An inexplicable killing intent instantly locked onto Mo Chengyue.

"Holy crap?!"

Mo Chengyue was so startled that he almost dropped the recording stone in his hand.

"No way, sis!"

"I'm innocent!"

"There are thousands of people watching, some even practically glued to their eyes. Why are you staring at me instead of ignoring them?"

"I'm just an ordinary bystander, watching the drama unfold!"

"Besides, I recorded these videos genuinely for learning! Don't you understand academic research?!"

Mo Chengyue wanted to cry but had no tears.

He felt that the huge "danger" character above his head had not only turned red, but was also shining brightly.

"This is what they call..."

"Watching a show can be risky; be cautious when just being a gossipmonger?"

"We're doomed."