Heaven rewards diligence, but there are always fairies plotting against me.

"Elder, there hasn't even been a match yet, how can you declare me the loser?"

Chu Chang slowly drew his sword from his waist: "What you're doing is wrong!!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Da, who was about to leave the stage, instinctively stopped in his tracks.

What did he hear?

This kid actually disagrees?

Hehehe, there are fools every year, but there seem to be more this year than ever.

He immediately turned his head and said, "So, you're saying you want to fight me?"

"Brother, we were about to fight anyway. Of course, you can back down, or you can admit defeat. I don't care."

Chu Chang shrugged, looking relaxed.

"Hahaha……"

Xu Da laughed until tears streamed down his face. "You want me to admit defeat? You're making me laugh so hard I'm dying."

"Chu Chang, since you're unwilling to admit defeat, then hurry up and lose so others can take the stage," the referee elder said to Chu Chang with displeasure.

"Okay, I'll get started then."

Chu Chang raised the Corrosive Blade.

Seeing this scene from below the stage, Song Qing narrowed his eyes.

"What does this kid mean? He's actually using this sword!"

He frowned, feeling somewhat annoyed.

After all, he had already decided that this strange weapon was his own treasure.

Chu Chang's use of his treasure at this time made him very unhappy.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, and his face darkened.

Using this strange weapon in full view of everyone means that even if he takes it away later, he won't be able to take it out again!

Suddenly, Song Qing understood the situation, and her face turned ugly.

"Good lad, you've got a brain!"

Song Qing was extremely frustrated; in this way, stealing this strange weapon was pointless...

Because if he used it, everyone would know that he had stolen this treacherous weapon!

At this moment, Chu Chang slowly pulled out his corroded blade covered in rust, held it out to Xu Da, and said, "Brother Xu Da, draw your sword."

"Hahaha…………"

Xu Da laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. Pointing at the rusty sword in Chu Chang's hand, he laughed so hard he almost fell over: "You...you're pointing at me with a piece of junk that's so dull it's not even good for cutting vegetables? This thing is rusted to the core!"

A burst of merciless laughter erupted from the audience:

"Holy crap, where did Chu Chang just pick up this scrap metal from?"

"That's hilarious! Is he trying to poison Xu Da with the rust?"

"I'm afraid this sword will break on the spot if I draw it. Is this kid trying to be funny?"

Xu Da, having finished laughing, crossed his arms dismissively, too lazy even to draw his sword: "Do I need a weapon to deal with you? Come on, go ahead and attack. I only need one move to take you down!"

"Are you sure?" Chu Chang blinked, offering a sincere and well-intentioned reminder: "What if one move isn't enough?"

"Hmph, if I can't defeat you in one move, then I'll admit defeat!" Xu Da proudly raised his head, his face full of disdain.

"You said it yourself, everyone heard it," Chu Chang laughed.

I've seen people eagerly offer themselves up for death, but I've never seen someone wash their neck clean and then willingly walk into the knife's edge.

He had no idea what a terrifying and treacherous weapon this seemingly broken iron sword was.

He has been studying this corrosive blade these days.

The sword energy it unleashes also carries a corrosive power.

Ordinary clothing can be corroded instantly.

He doesn't intend to hurt anyone, but leaving someone naked is no problem for him.

Chu Chang took a step and walked towards Xu Da.

When Chu Chang was only three zhang away from Xu Da, he suddenly smiled mysteriously and lowered his voice, saying, "Oh right, I forgot to tell you, my weapon... is actually a trick weapon."

"Whoosh!"

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Chang flicked his wrist, and the rusty sword slashed across the air.

"The power of corrosion!"

In an instant, a seemingly dull gray sword aura roared out, carrying a pungent, acidic smell, and instantly tore through the air.

Xu Da's pupils suddenly contracted, and before he could even process what it meant, the gray sword energy had already brushed past his body.

"Sizzle!!"

With a strange sound of fabric being dissolved by strong acid, Xu Da's gorgeous brocade robe, lining, and belt were completely corroded within half a second, turning into black ash.

A strong wind blew through the center of the arena.

Xu Da, who had been so arrogant just moments before, now stood there naked, wearing only a tattered pair of red underwear that was even emitting wisps of black smoke...

"Holy crap, what happened?"

The entire audience erupted in uproar, with a chorus of "Holy crap!" sounds filling the air.

Everyone stared in disbelief at Xu Da's red underwear.

Even the elders on the stage stood up in surprise.

How high their standards are!

It was immediately obvious that what Chu Chang held was a treacherous weapon.

"This kid actually has a strange weapon."

"A strange artifact with corrosive power; Xu Da's clothes were corroded away."

"Chu Chang held back; he only corroded Xu Da's clothes. If he had corroded Xu Da's body, Xu Da would probably be unrecognizable."

The elders said.

Their words were overheard by some of the disciples!

"A treacherous artifact, it really is a treacherous artifact, how did he get it?"

"So this kid had some hidden tricks up his sleeve before taking the test."

"This rusty sword, it turns out, is a treasure!!"

Everyone stared intently at the treasure in Chu Chang's hand, wishing they could have it immediately.

But the Divine Sword Sect is a righteous sect, how could it tolerate its own disciples killing each other?

So everyone could only watch with bated breath, thinking to themselves how lucky Chu Chang was.

Xu Da finally realized what was happening, his face showing a complex expression: "You...you ambushed me! You didn't even mention you had a hidden weapon from the beginning. If I had known beforehand, I would have been prepared."

"If I had actually laid a hand on you, it wouldn't have been your clothes that were corroded!"

Chu Chang cautioned, "Of course, if you're not satisfied, you're welcome to continue the competition, but from now on, I won't hold back!"

Xu Da's lips twitched.

He also realized that Chu Chang had indeed held back.

But he was still unwilling to accept it.

Who would have thought that Chu Chang possessed a treacherous weapon?

In fact, so far, no one in the entire sect has brought out a strange weapon during the assessment of trainee disciples in the Enforcement Hall.

After all, magical artifacts are extremely precious. Not to mention those in the Body Tempering Realm, even senior brothers and sisters in the Qi Tempering Realm might not have one.

"Fine, I'll let you have it."

Xu Da snorted coldly, deciding to avoid a direct confrontation.

Seeing Xu Da step down from the stage, the elder referee nodded: "In this competition, Chu Chang has emerged victorious!"

Chu Chang cupped his hands and walked down.

"Chu Chang, I never expected you to dare use this treacherous weapon in full view of everyone."

A cold voice suddenly rang out behind Chu Chang.

Chu Chang turned his head and saw that Song Qing had been standing behind him at some point, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

Just as Chu Chang had predicted, once a treacherous weapon is taken out of the open, its nature changes completely.

Now, the entire Hall of Law Enforcement, and even the elders on the high platform, have witnessed that this corrosive blade belongs to Chu Chang.

If he were to die suddenly, and the knife happened to fall into Song Qing's hands, no matter how powerful Song Qing's background was, he would definitely not escape the thorough investigation of the sect's law enforcement hall.

Even if you steal it, you can't use it openly, and the risk of robbery increases exponentially.

Then Song Qing needs to think about it.

"Senior Brother Song, is something the matter?" Chu Chang blinked and asked with an innocent look.

At the same time, he silently focused his gaze.

As expected, the [Red Thread of Killing Intent] on Song Qing's head, which was originally as thick as a rope and almost dripping with blood, suddenly shrank rapidly, becoming as thin as a thin cotton thread that could break at any moment.

It seems that Senior Brother Song hasn't completely lost his mind yet; he's already frantically weighing whether it's worth it to take the sect's punishment for this sword.