Novel Full Chapter 1288 - 669: Stop
Chapter 1288 - 669: Stop
"You, come up!"
The young man was Wang Yun, his face turned deathly pale, and his legs involuntarily started trembling.
"I... I..."
Gu Sheng walked over to Wang Yun and patted him.
"Go, if you can’t win, just surrender. No one will blame you."
"But... but..."
Wang Yun’s voice trembled, his eyes full of fear.
"No buts."
Gu Sheng lowered his voice.
"The Holy Land has a belly full of anger right now, someone has to let them vent. Don’t worry, surrendering is not shameful."
Wang Yun finally nodded with difficulty, dragging his heavy steps towards the arena.
Zhuang Feichen was already standing on the stage, arms crossed, eyes full of disdain.
"What are you dawdling about? Hurry up and come face your death!"
Wang Yun shivered all over, almost tripped on the steps, causing a burst of laughter from the Holy Land disciples below.
"Look, another ignorant fool!"
"Brother Zhuang, finish him in one move!"
"Let him know the consequences of offending the Holy Land!"
Wang Yun hung his head low, his hands clenched into fists, nails deeply embedded in his palms without him noticing the pain.
He stood trembling opposite Zhuang Feichen, without even the courage to look up and meet his eyes.
"Begin!"
The examiner gave the order.
Zhuang Feichen’s mouth curled into a cruel smile and suddenly unleashed his full momentum.
The violent spiritual power pressure rushed towards Wang Yun like a tsunami, and the air on the stage seemed to freeze.
"Pfft—"
Wang Yun seemed struck by lightning, spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back several steps, and nearly fell off the platform.
"Hahaha!"
Zhuang Feichen laughed heartily.
"I haven’t even made a move, and you’re already coughing up blood? Are all cultivators outside like this?"
The Holy Land disciples below burst into laughter, their previous depression swept away.
They needed this victory to save face, even if the opponent was a weakling with no ability to fight back.
Wang Yun barely managed to steady himself, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of despair.
He knew he couldn’t withstand even one blow from Zhuang Feichen, continuing would only bring further humiliation.
On the martial platform, Wang Yun slowly raised his right hand, palm outward, and made a standard gesture of surrender.
His movements were cautious, as if afraid to provoke the already prepared Zhuang Feichen.
"I surrender."
Wang Yun’s voice was not loud, but it clearly resonated across the entire arena.
Zhuang Feichen, who had already taken on an attacking stance with spiritual power surging around him, staggered upon hearing this, nearly suffering a backlash from his own power.
"What did you say?"
He widened his eyes, full of disbelief.
"Wang Yun surrenders, this match is over."
The examiner announced with a poker face, while walking quickly to Wang Yun’s side to check his condition.
"This is unreasonable!"
Zhuang Feichen roared, veins bulging on his forehead.
"He didn’t even make a move!"
The surrounding Holy Land disciples were also up in arms.
"This is too cowardly, isn’t it?"
"Surrendering before even fighting, what kind of cultivator is that?"
"Could it be that Wang Yun is afraid?"
Facing the crowd’s doubts, Wang Yun calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Brother Zhuang’s cultivation is profound, the momentum he released just now has already inflicted internal injuries on me, continuing will only result in more severe injuries. According to Holy Land rules, surrendering due to injury is allowed."
The examiner nodded in confirmation after checking.
"Indeed, there are traces of internal injury, surrender is valid."
Zhuang Feichen trembled with rage, never expecting his intimidation tactic to become the opponent’s justified reason for surrender.
He gritted his teeth and glared at Wang Yun, his eyes almost spitting fire.
"Fine, very well!"
Zhuang Feichen squeezed a few words through his teeth.
"Wang Yun, you’ll wait for me!"
Wang Yun pretended not to hear, lowered his head, and quickly walked off the platform.
He knew that although this tactic was not honorable, it was indeed the wisest choice.
Zhuang Feichen’s cultivation was at the peak of the Earth Palace stage, and he had only just entered the early stage; a head-on confrontation would surely end in defeat.
"Smart."
A cool voice came from beside him. Wang Yun turned his head and saw Ling Xiao standing with arms crossed, his eyes carrying a hint of approval.
Wang Yun forced a smile.
"Senior Brother Ling, you must be joking. This is just an act of desperation."
Ling Xiao shook his head.
"He who knows when to yield and when to stand firm is a true hero. That brute Zhuang Feichen will never understand this principle."
As they spoke, a figure passed by them.
Wang Yun’s eyes lit up.
"Gu Sheng!"
Gu Sheng paused, his gaze lingered on Wang Yun’s pale face for a moment, then he took a pill emitting a green sheen from his sleeve and casually tossed it over.
"A third-grade Spirit Pill, for healing purposes."
Wang Yun fumbled to catch it, and upon sensing the pure spiritual power contained within the pill, his eyes widened.
"This... this is too precious!"
"It’s useless to me."
Gu Sheng said indifferently, and continued walking forward.
Wang Yun knew that Gu Sheng was telling the truth—for someone of Gu Sheng’s strength, a third-grade Spirit Pill was indeed of limited effect.
But for him, this pill was enough to heal his internal injuries within half a day, and it was invaluable.
"Thank you, Gu Sheng!"
Wang Yun bowed deeply towards Gu Sheng’s back.
This scene happened to be witnessed by Zhuang Feichen.
His eyes filled with malice, he walked quickly to Junior Brother Ke Yucheng, who was about to step onto the platform, and lowered his voice.
"Junior Brother Ke, when you face Gu Sheng later, don’t give him a chance to surrender, beat him ruthlessly for me!"
Ke Yucheng raised an eyebrow.
"Brother Zhuang, are you teaching me how to do my job?"
"You!"
Zhuang Feichen paused, suppressing his anger.
"I’m just reminding you, that kid is very cunning."
Ke Yucheng snorted lightly.
"Don’t worry, I’ll let him know that in the face of true strength, clever tricks are useless."
With that, he no longer paid attention to Zhuang Feichen and strode towards the platform.
On the platform, Ke Yucheng stood with his hands behind his back. Although he didn’t deliberately release his pressure, the aura of a peak Earth Palace cultivator naturally oozed, making many lower-level disciples below feel suffocated.