Super God Pet Shop

Chapter 1154 Defeat (Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Tickets)

Mu Xuefeng snorted coldly and said nothing.

Wangyue Peak has always liked to compare itself with them. Fortunately, this time she also received six immortal bodies, all of whom have already established their foundations. Among them, Tang Jingyu is even trying to break through to the third level of the Core Formation Realm.

To have reached this level in just one year of cultivation is already a once-in-a-century talent.

"Alright, let's have the competition then."

With a casual wave of her hand, Mu Xuefeng caused the surrounding terrain to change abruptly. The buildings nearby were now much farther away from the group, and the area became extremely vast. The arena where the group was testing their skills suddenly rumbled and rose from a height of several meters to more than twenty meters.

A deep trench has sunk into the ground around the arena, so that the arena is only two or three meters high in front of everyone, which does not affect the view of what is happening on the arena.

"Enter from below. Anyone qualified to go on stage may participate," Mu Xuefeng said calmly.

Changing the landscape was a simple matter for her, but it stunned many of the new disciples on both sides, leaving them in awe of her abilities.

In particular, the effortless ease with which Mu Xuefeng displayed this skill was exactly the kind of immortal technique they longed for!

"Will you come up from below?"

Everyone craned their necks to look down. Twenty meters might not sound like much, but it was actually the height of a five-story building!

Jumping five stories high is still very difficult for someone who has just undergone marrow cleansing.

After marrow cleansing, one's physique becomes extraordinary, but this is only the beginning of one's cultivation foundation. One can fight ten people, but it is still far from the level of leaping five floors. Only those who have established their foundation can do this.

Mu Xuefeng's rule-breaking move effectively eliminated the opportunity for other new disciples to perform on stage.

He Buyu smiled slightly, not surprised at all. He hadn't planned to send too many disciples to the field anyway; one battle was enough to create a deterrent effect.

On the ring, Ma Bai was bewildered and flustered by the sudden turn of events.

Look at the edge of the ring, more than 20 meters high. In the past, falling off would have been certain death.

And now... he hasn't tried it yet.

Reaching the Foundation Establishment Realm after a year of arduous cultivation is already no easy feat; how could there be any time for actual combat?

"Fine, you can hit me, but can you at least let me down first, Master!" Ma Bai cried out in his heart, looking at Su Ping below the stage with increasing resentment. If it weren't for Su Ping's slap, how could he have ended up in such an awkward situation?

Fortunately, he remained rational and did not retaliate against Su Ping at that moment.

He had previously fought with Su Ping, and they were from the same sect, but now that their master had an external enemy, if he still caused trouble for Su Ping, even if he got his revenge, it would still be a disgrace in their master's eyes.

"Who wants to go first?"

He asked, "Why not just say it?"

Mu Xuefeng's expression remained indifferent, as if she hadn't heard.

Zhuang Bizhe immediately understood her meaning. The other party was not qualified to talk to her, and this kind of thing could only be left to him, who was of the same generation as He Buyu, to do. He immediately said, "Let Junior Brother Ma go up first. Junior Brother He can send your people up on stage."

Ma Bai on the stage was stunned for a moment, looking at Zhuang Bizhe in astonishment. Before he could curse in his heart, he heard Zhuang Bizhe's voice in his mind: "Perform well. This is about the honor of our sect. If you can get a good start, your master will definitely reward you."

Ma Bai paused for a moment, then immediately became serious.

Although he knew it would be difficult to get off to a good start, he was confident in himself.

"Let me be the first to test the waters. It's dangerous, but if I can win a round, I'll be incredibly prestigious!" Ma Bai thought to himself. He immediately put aside his grudge against Su Ping for the time being, stood up proudly, and said, "I am Ma Bai. Please, Senior Brother He, send someone!"

He Buyu glanced at Ma Bai indifferently. How dare a mere newbie speak to him like that? He clearly didn't understand the gravity of the situation.

A celestial being?

He was also a powerful immortal, and possessed an extremely strong immortal body. He entered the sect later, so in terms of seniority, he was Zhuang Bizhe's junior brother, but in terms of strength, he didn't care about the other party.

Although they had never faced each other, he was absolutely confident.

"Let Junior Brother Qin take the lead," He Buyu said with a light laugh.

Su Ping raised an eyebrow upon hearing this and couldn't help but look at Ma Bai on the stage with sympathy. Although the fight hadn't started yet, he felt that Ma Bai had already lost halfway. After all, this was the protagonist's surname, and guys with this surname usually had some skills.

As He Buyu spoke, a slender young man stepped out from behind him. He had red lips and white teeth and looked somewhat shy, but there was a sharp edge between his brows, like a young wolfhound who had already begun to show his wolfish nature.

The young man bowed slightly to He Buyu, then jumped into the deep ditch below, and then leaped onto the arena, which was more than twenty feet high.

It landed steadily.

The rise and fall were so smooth that many onlookers were taken aback.

Seeing this, Ma Bai inwardly cursed his bad luck, his expression changed, and his resentment towards Su Ping intensified once again.

"Junior brother, are you able to come on stage?"

The boy looked at Ma Bai's gloomy expression and said calmly.

Ma Bai snorted coldly and said, "You don't need to tell me."

After saying that, he leaped off the stage. He was slightly flustered and landed quickly. He was unsteady on his feet and swayed slightly, almost falling over.

His face was slightly flushed. The young man surnamed Qin had landed with great grace earlier, but his landing was completely different.

At that moment, all eyes were on him. He felt his face burning, gritted his teeth, and leaped high into the air. He seemed to have misjudged the distance and jumped to a height of nearly 30 meters before landing on the stage.

"So tall!"

Many new disciples were surprised to see this scene. They had almost laughed out loud when Ma Bo landed unsteadily, but they were immediately stunned by the power he displayed.

However, some of the more discerning individuals frowned.

Some of He Buyu's disciples looked on with mockery.

Clearly, they all realized that it wasn't that Ma Bai was strong enough, but rather that he hadn't yet learned how to freely control the power within his body.

Jumping to a height of 30 meters is not particularly difficult for Zhuji.

"That kid is gone." Su Ping glanced at him and couldn't help but shake his head. Then he looked at He Buyu, who was smiling. Such squinty-eyed people are usually cunning. The Qin-surname boy was the second most powerful disciple behind him. His aura was extremely calm, which was obviously not like someone who had just entered the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"They're trying to intimidate me." Su Ping glanced at his master, Mu Xuefeng, above him, and happened to see her brows furrow slightly, but she quickly regained her composure, remaining calm and revealing no thoughts whatsoever.

"It's a pity that this kind of childish fighting is no fun, otherwise I could have helped you get revenge," Su Ping thought to himself.

They were teacher and student after all, but unfortunately, he had absolutely no interest in this level of battle.

This feeling is just so boring.

On the stage.

Hearing the gasps around him, Ma Bai's earlier embarrassment immediately eased, and he even felt a little smug. He landed and looked at the boy opposite him, saying calmly, "Since you're a few years younger than me, you can make the first move. I won't bully you."

"Oh."

The young man surnamed Qin couldn't help but laugh, but he didn't say anything, only slightly cupping his hands in a fist salute.

Zhuang Bizhe flew over the arena and said, "I'll be the temporary referee for this sparring match. You two, let's begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man surnamed Qin didn't bother to say another word, and even skipped the proper etiquette of clasping his hands in greeting and saying "Please enlighten me," before charging straight at Ma Bai.

Whoosh!

His figure moved with lightning speed, and in an instant he rushed to Ma Bai's side.

Ma Bai was taken aback and somewhat frightened, clearly not expecting the other party to be so fast. He hurriedly parried the punch that came flying at him.

With a thud, he staggered back several steps, his arm going numb from the impact.

"How can a fist made of flesh be so hard!" Ma Bai was somewhat shocked, but more so in pain. He grimaced slightly, wanting to shake his hand off, but he held back, as such a movement would be unseemly and lacking in manners.

"I won't be polite!"

He yelled and then launched a fierce counterattack, throwing punches at his opponent one after another.

The young man surnamed Qin swayed left and right, displaying agile movements to dodge Ma Bai's attack. He then quickly threw a punch, and with a loud bang, Ma Bai was unable to dodge in time and was hit in the chin. He immediately flew backward, spitting out blood that splattered in the air.

The young man surnamed Qin sneered and stood still without giving chase.

Ma Bai scrambled to his feet, wiping away the blood gushing from his gums and nose. His face was extremely pale; his opponent was too strong, so strong that he was completely powerless to resist.

"He should also be in the Foundation Establishment stage, not the Core Formation stage. If he were in the Core Formation stage, he would have already mastered flight. It would be impossible for him to reach the Core Formation stage in a year... So why is there such a big difference between Foundation Establishment stages?" Ma Bai felt bewildered, angry, confused, and embarrassed.

"Go down, you are no match for me," the young man surnamed Qin said calmly.

Ma Bai snapped out of his jumbled thoughts, his face turning ashen. He snapped angrily, "Who do you think you are?!"

As he spoke, he threw another punch and charged forward.

The young man surnamed Qin sneered and used his movement technique to quickly close the distance. His figure suddenly swayed, dodging Ma Bai's attack, and punched him in the cheekbone. Ma Bai's body flew out on the spot and was unable to get up on the stage for a long time.

Seeing this, Zhuang Bizhe sighed inwardly. The gap between the two was too great. Although they were both at the Foundation Establishment stage, some powerful Foundation Establishment cultivators could even fight against people at the early Core Formation stage. That was the difference.

The young man surnamed Qin before them was undoubtedly a rare genius, while Ma Bai was just an ordinary immortal with a lack of comprehension.

"We concede defeat," Zhuang Bizhe announced. He didn't want Ma Bai to lose too badly. The idea of ​​"honorable defeat" was a joke. Even if you fight with all your might and get beaten bloody, you still lose. It's better to concede early and still retain some dignity.

Ma Bai struggled to sit up from the ground, filled with anger and resentment, but even more so with pain. Out of the corner of his eye, he could sense that everyone in the audience was watching him, but at this moment, his performance was truly ugly, and he had been completely crushed.

"Senior Brother, I'm sorry..." Ma Bai said, barely managing to stand up and bowing his head.

Zhuang Bizhe smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing. The path of cultivation is very long. It's not something that can be decided in just one year. There will be many opportunities to catch up in the future."

Ma Bai took a deep breath: "Thank you, Senior Brother."

"Go down," Zhuang Bizhe said with a smile.

Ma Bai nodded and jumped off the ring, still somewhat unsteady, perhaps due to his injury.

He approached Mu Xuefeng and bowed his head again to apologize.

But through the narrowest part of his eye, he looked at Su Ping beside him, his eyes filled with hatred and anger.

Su Ping glanced at the other person, too lazy to pay attention. He was just a nobody, and no amount of hatred could affect him.

Any great person in this world will be hated. As long as you stand high and are known by enough people, you will attract a lot of hatred. No one can kill all those who hate them; that's unrealistic.

"It's nothing, you can cultivate properly again later," Mu Xuefeng said softly, trying to comfort her.

On stage, Zhuang Bizhe looked at He Buyu on the other side and asked, "Who will you send next?"

"Senior brother, let me take over," said the young man surnamed Qin on the stage.

Zhuang Bizhe was taken aback, his expression turning slightly cold: "Do you want to continue the challenge? You've already done it!"

"But it wasn't enough. That senior brother was a bit too weak; he didn't let me really show my skills." The young man surnamed Qin chuckled. "We agreed on a friendly sparring session. I came here with the intention of learning. It would be a bit of a shame to leave without learning anything."

Zhuang Bizhe narrowed his eyes, a hint of coldness and anger flashing across them.

This young man clearly intended to take on multiple opponents and dominate the entire scene.

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhuang, since it's a friendly spar, we should enjoy ourselves to the fullest," He Buyu said with a light laugh.

Zhuang Bizhe's face darkened, and he snorted coldly, "Fine, then let's have some fun. Little Tang, you're next."

He directly dispatched his strongest warrior, Tang Jingyu.

Below the stage, many disciples couldn't help but turn their gaze to a handsome young man who looked like a refined gentleman.

Many female disciples looked on with admiration, for the latter, in terms of appearance, talent, and family background, had won their hearts.

"No problem."

Tang Jingyu remained calm, smiled and nodded, then leaped into the deep ditch below. With a light touch of his toes on the ground, he sprang up like a swallow and landed on the 20-meter-high platform.

The movements were fluid, light, and graceful.

Many female disciples watched with wide eyes, and compared to Ma Bai earlier, they immediately felt the difference in skill.

"snort!"

Seeing the opponent's movements, Ma Bai felt somewhat uncomfortable, but he didn't show it. He was just secretly annoyed and kept glancing to his side. It was all Su Ping's fault that he had become the first cannon fodder to go into battle.

"please."

Tang Jingyu landed on the stage and said calmly.

The young man surnamed Qin showed some interest and smiled. After Zhuang Bizhe announced the start, he suddenly made his move. This time, his speed was obviously faster. He moved like a butterfly flitting among flowers and approached Tang Jingyu.

Tang Jingyu threw a punch, and the Qin boy's nimble movements came to an abrupt halt. He seemed to have been seen through and was forced to parry, his body staggering back several steps.

A serious expression appeared on the boy's face: "Interesting. A worthy opponent."

After saying that, he charged forward again, this time unleashing dozens of punches in an instant. His figure split into three, as if two phantoms were also throwing punches at the same time.

Tang Jingyu reached out to parry, receiving each blow. The two exchanged blows, their fists and palms clashing, locked in a fierce and evenly matched fight.

(End of this chapter)