Fairy, I'm going to control you tightly!

This rogue monk uses a knife.

Ji Nanbei was carrying a shovel.

The two quickly clashed.

They fought for quite a while.

The people on the ground all frowned as they watched.

What the hell?

What kind of game is this? It has absolutely no skill involved.

"My dog ​​could chop better with a knife than you! What are you doing? Hey, do you even know how to use a knife? If you really can't, just bite it!"

Hong Yuanwu, standing to the side, was seething with anger.

They're fighting like this with this level of skill.

What the hell is this?!

At this moment, the rogue cultivator on the stage was also getting anxious.

He thought to himself: I may be bad at the game, but I shouldn't be this bad!

Why can't we take down a Foundation Establishment Level 4 cultivator?

In his haste, his already mediocre swordsmanship became even more chaotic, and he launched a frantic attack.

Ji Nanbei felt the timing was right, seized an obvious mistake by his opponent, and sent him off the field with a shovel.

Everyone was wondering what they had just seen.

Are they just chickens pecking at each other?

However, the rogue cultivator who was knocked down clearly sensed something was wrong.

That last blow was too powerful; it was impossible to block.

It seems like the other party is deliberately hiding their true abilities!

However, seeing the mocking expressions on the faces of those around him...

Ha, what a load of crap!

"Don't laugh at me, if you're so capable, go up and fight yourself!"

"Hold me tight and be sad, and you all shouldn't be like this either," the rogue cultivator shouted.

Such a loud shout naturally drew ridicule from others, but soon someone volunteered to jump onto the ring.

"That guy was a piece of trash, but I'm different!"

This person comes from the Resentment Sect and has a cultivation level of the eighth level of Foundation Establishment. Although he is only an outer disciple, he is still a disciple of a major sect.

Everyone was watching the show, waiting for this disciple to sweep Ji Nanbei off the stage with overwhelming force.

however…

The grappling began once again.

Everyone thought to themselves, "You're not much better off, are you?!"

What's the point of saying they're different?

Speechless!

They're all noobs!

After a long struggle, Ji Nanbei felt the time was right. He found an obvious opening and sent his opponent flying with a shovel.

After being knocked off the stage, the disciple from the Resentment Sect turned ashen-faced.

How is that possible!

How could he possibly lose!

However, at that moment, he caught a glimpse of the rogue cultivator who had just been knocked down to the side.

That person was smirking, and his smile was extremely lewd!

Something's fishy about this!

Looking back on the battle, I had a feeling that I had been led by the nose.

Based on the man's reaction, the disciple of the Resentment Sect quickly understood.

I was made a fool of.

But... how do I explain this?

Wouldn't it be even more embarrassing to say it out loud?

At this moment, looking at the rogue cultivator who had been knocked down, he had a sudden realization.

If everyone goes up and gets beaten, then we won't be ridiculed, and we'll save face, right?

Since everyone got beaten up anyway, who's more noble than whom?

So, the disciple of the Resentment Sect went directly to the rogue cultivator's side, and the two smiled at each other.

"What are you barking about! If you've got the guts, go up there and fight yourselves!"

A breed alliance has been born...

Some people, unable to resist being provoked, naturally stepped into the ring.

Then came the grappling.

Finally, a major flaw was exposed, and it was brought down with a shovel.

Seeing the lewd smiles of his comrades in the audience, he immediately realized what was going on and joined them.

And so it goes.

Soon, this alliance of offspring had grown to a size of twenty or thirty people.

Hong Yuanwu watched from the sidelines, completely numb.

Are you all taking turns playing me?

As the "Baby Alliance" continued to grow, those watching finally realized that something was wrong.

At first glance, it doesn't seem like anything special.

After all, every battle looks like a bunch of weaklings fighting each other; I would have finished them off long ago.

But... are there really that many weaklings in the Demonic Cultivation Competition?

Is someone really that bad at defeating so many people in a row?

Looking at the large number of members of the "Baby Alliance," the crowd below the stage fell into deep thought.

Something's definitely not right!

Looking at the "Bastard Alliance," those guys were laughing so brightly... utterly despicable!

"This guy isn't actually weak, he's actually incredibly strong, he just controls his power, making every fight look so close!"

Finally, someone voiced the conclusion that should have been seen long ago.

There's nothing we can do; people can be misled.

Moreover, with so many people in the "Bastard Alliance" working together to mislead others, it's naturally difficult to see through their deception.

"Hey, how could that be! He's terrible at the game, he just got lucky!"

"Exactly! He's obviously no good; he'd fall over in a gust of wind!"

Even at this point, the "bastard alliance" still wants to drag a few more people down with them.

Everyone enjoys their own good fortune, but shares the burden of misfortune!

"Die, you dog!"

Those who refused to be fooled began to curse loudly.

Ji Nanbei stood on the stage and stretched.

I was very happy.

Ji Nanbei originally planned to design his own scheme to lure everyone into a trap.

As it turns out, he was just putting on a show, and now he already has a total of thirty-seven victories.

Ji Nanbei hadn't expected it to be so easy.

Ji Nanbei is not worried about the remaining thirteen matches.

There are only three hours left.

There will inevitably be people vying for the last spot on the arena.

Those battles were unavoidable.

As long as Ji Nanbei remains on the stage, he will naturally come knocking on his door.

Seeing that the time was not yet right, Ji Nanbei decided to have another heart-to-heart talk with the audience.

After all, they contributed significantly to achieving their goals and KPIs!

"Gentlemen, after so many battles, my spiritual energy is almost depleted! I can hardly continue. I urge you all to uphold the principle of fairness and refrain from challenging me for now, so I can recover my spiritual energy!"

Ji Nanbei spoke while looking exhausted.

However, the expressions of the people below the stage were surprisingly consistent.

It was as if words were written on his face.

The letter read: I don't believe you for a second!

Even if this thing really has exhausted its spiritual energy, they won't fall into this trap again!

Why would someone act like a newbie and play the role of a cunning strategist in such an important event as the Demonic Cult?

Ji Nanbei interacted wildly with the audience, and the audience's reaction was consistent: they turned their heads and rolled their eyes.

Such a scene is probably unprecedented in the history of the Demonic Path Grand Competition.

The referee standing nearby was completely stunned.

Having been a referee for so many years, what kind of situation hasn't he seen!

Sorry, he'd never seen anything like it before!

Although they didn't want to admit it, the disciples below the stage had already realized an undeniable fact.

That was the rogue cultivator who appeared out of nowhere on the arena.

Although his cultivation level was only at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment.

But their combat strength far surpasses that of all of them.

This is not something they can easily pull off!

It can be said that they are the dark horse of this Demonic Cultivation Competition.

The kind that's completely black inside and out.

This person is not only strong in combat, but also extremely wicked, utterly black!