Novel Full Chapter 1286 - 668: No One Dares to Fight
Chapter 1286 - 668: No One Dares to Fight
"Is that so? Then why don’t you dare accept the challenge?"
He turned to the exam officer.
"The disciple suggests an additional match, with us as the hosts, and have Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao participate. If Gu Sheng truly has strength, he naturally won’t be afraid; if he’s cheating..."
He deliberately dragged his tone, a fierce glint in his eyes.
"According to the rules of the Holy Land, cheaters can be lightly disqualified or—executed!"
The exam officer’s profound gaze lingered on Wang Chenyu’s face for a moment, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest of his chair, making a dull sound.
"An additional match?"
Wang Chenyu straightened his back, a look of defiance in his eyes.
"Exactly! The previous competition was not satisfying enough, we are willing to fight again to prove our strength!"
"Absurd!"
A clear voice suddenly interrupted.
Wang Yun strode out of the crowd, his blue robe flapping, indignation written all over his face.
"Holy Land disciples have enjoyed elixirs and superior cultivation resources since childhood, how can such a competition be called fair?"
The exam officer raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze sweeping over Wang Yun before glancing thoughtfully at Gu Sheng standing in the corner.
The boy maintained an infuriating calm throughout, as if none of this concerned him.
"Lack of resources is just an excuse!"
Wang Chenyu sneered, flicking his sleeve.
"If you think it’s unfair, we can suppress part of our strength, is that acceptable?"
"Suppress strength?"
Wang Yun scoffed.
"Like adults conceding while playing with children? We don’t need such hypocritical fairness!"
The exam officer suddenly raised his hand, halting the argument.
He slowly stood up, his robe fluttering without wind.
"Since both sides are inclined to battle again, let it be as Wang Chenyu said, an additional match."
He paused, his gaze sharp as lightning.
"Each side will send three people, facing off one by one."
Wang Yun’s face changed sharply, ready to speak again, but a slender hand rested on his shoulder.
Ling Xiao had at some point stood beside him, a smile on his lips.
"Exam officer, sir."
Ling Xiao’s voice was clear, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
"Since we’re having an additional match, what if we win, then what?"
The exam officer looked surprised but quickly regained his composure.
"What do you want?"
"A fifth-grade Spirit Pill."
Ling Xiao enunciated clearly, his voice not loud yet as thunderous as a blast.
"What?!"
Wang Chenyu’s face changed dramatically, instinctively reaching for his storage bag.
"Are you crazy? How precious is a fifth-grade Spirit Pill, I..."
"Oh?"
Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow, his eyes full of mockery.
"A dignified Inner Sect disciple of the Holy Land doesn’t even have a fifth-grade Spirit Pill?"
He shook his head and sighed.
"Then what’s there to brag about?"
The exam officer cleared his throat lightly.
"Wang Chenyu is only at the half-step Earth Palace Realm, indeed without a fifth-grade Spirit Pill."
The scene erupted in uproar.
Wang Chenyu’s face turned red to green, the veins on his forehead bulging.
He forcefully drew the sword at his waist, the blade glinting coldly with a faint dragon’s roar.
"This sword is named Cold Frost, a supreme Xuan Rank! If I lose, the sword is yours!"
Ling Xiao glanced at the longsword, his lips curving dismissively.
"Barely adequate, barely sufficient."
Though he spoke this way, his eyes gleamed.
This sword was indeed extraordinary, its blade ice-like, with a dark blue gemstone embedded in the hilt, exuding a chilling aura.
"Arrogant!"
Wang Chenyu was so angry he laughed.
"When you’re on the ring, let’s see if you can still talk so big!"
Wang Yun quietly tugged on Ling Xiao’s sleeve, communicating silently.
"Be careful, he might go for the kill. The exam officer might not have time to save you."
Ling Xiao’s lips curved gently, responding in kind.
"Don’t worry, he can’t defeat me."
With that, he strode toward the center stage, as straight as a pine.
Wang Chenyu’s eyes filled with murderous intent, a blood-red evil qi suddenly surging around him, entwining his body as if solid.
"If I don’t cripple you today, I, Wang Chenyu, swear not to be human!"
With each step he took, the ground trembled slightly, like a primordial beast awakening.
"Ling Xiao, you waste, do you even deserve to stand before me?"
Wang Yuchen’s voice was like an icy blade, echoing on the competition ring.
His brow was filled with condescending arrogance.
With each step he took, the stage ground quivered slightly, the pressure of his half-step Earth Palace Realm spreading around.
The Holy Land disciples watching below cheered, eyes shining with excitement.
For them, this was just another demonstration of the Holy Land’s might, a performance destined to crush.
Ling Xiao stood still, his black cloak fluttering, his expression unnervingly calm.
Only in his deep-sea-like eyes there seemed to be flames flickering.
"What? Scared into silence?"
Wang Yuchen’s lips curved mockingly, his right hand lifted slightly, a cyan spiritual power forming a lotus shape in his palm.
"Ants from outside like you aren’t even fit to carry my shoes."
"Senior Brother Wang is right!"
"Let him see what the might of the Holy Land means!"
Below, the Holy Land disciples laughed uproariously, some even exaggeratedly clutching their stomachs as if they’d heard the funniest joke in the world.
The exam officer stood at the edge of the stage, his white beard slightly moving, eyes showing contentment.
He nodded slightly, whispering to another elder beside him.
"Yuchen is a good child, understands how to uphold the Holy Land’s dignity."
"Indeed."
The elder smiled, stroking his beard.
"Lately, these external cultivators are getting too big for their boots, they need a good lesson."
On the arena, feeling the elders’ praise, Wang Yuchen’s momentum grew.
He stood with hands behind his back, looking down at Ling Xiao.
"Kneel and beg for mercy, and I might consider only breaking one of your legs. Otherwise..."
"I’ll make you regret coming into this world."
Ling Xiao finally moved.
He slowly raised his head, his black hair flowing without wind, a smile appearing on his lips.
"Finished talking?"