What Fan Hong feared most right now was having nothing to do. The Dharma Flower Sect’s ranking wasn’t particularly high, but they were quite wealthy—definitely in the top fifty. However, Fan Hong was a disappointnt, and his Sect Leader despaired over his wasted potential. The Sect Leader wasn’t afraid of him causing trouble; he was afraid Fan Hong would just keep acting like a wimp, always trailing after so woman.
Qian Fei had also been recently pondering how to score a major achievent to bolster his standing within the sect. Now, no one above the Thirtieth Layer was competing with him. As long as he consolidated his position, he could simply outlast Qi Feiyu. If he reached the fortieth layer or higher and Qi Feiyu still hadn’t made any significant progress, the sect would surely shift its focus to grooming him instead.
Qian Fei was thrilled. When luck was on your side, nothing could stop it. He was genuinely surprised when he received the ssage from the Holy Hall, and when he saw that it was none other than Wang ng who had challenged him to a revenge match, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
They say every sect produces a few die-hard disciples. He couldn’t believe he had actually run into one.
For Wang ng to dare issue him a deathmatch challenge... he truly didn’t know the aning of death. Qian Fei had no reason to refuse. The matter had to go through the Hundred Battles Pavilion, and the battle space would be arranged on the spot. ’What kind of tricks could Wang ng possibly pull?’
An opportunity like this was not to be missed.
The Holy Hall only had a handful of people left in the Cultivation Academy. Killing one ant one less to worry about!
Qian Fei accepted without a mont’s hesitation.
Wang ng didn’t tell anyone, lest Ma Tian’Er and the others object. Qian Fei also told no one, lest soone else try to steal his glory.
Wang ng’s plan to exterminate the Ten Thousand Demons Sect had begun...
Qian Fei arrived at the Hundred Battles Pavilion and glanced around. If he had any worries, it was that this Hex Zui fellow might be pulling so trick. But after waiting a short while, he saw Wang ng arrive alone.
"You’re all alone?" Qian Fei asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice. He had already prepared to fight several opponents; once they were in the Small Thousand Realm for the duel, there were plenty of ways to pick them off one by one.
"To deal with you? I’m more than enough," Wang ng said with a smile.
Qian Fei was stunned for a mont, then broke into an even wider grin. "Heh heh, Holy Hall Disciples certainly have guts. For that backbone alone, I’ll be sure to leave your corpse intact."
Qian Fei and Wang ng found the Hundred Battles Pavilion Steward, who, with his usual expressionless face, helped the two of them sign the deathmatch agreent on their Star Rings.
"You are both clear on the terms of the deathmatch agreent. The assigned battle space is the Five-Colored Little Thousand World. Follow ."
the Hundred Battles Pavilion Steward said tonelessly. As soon as the deathmatch agreent was initiated, Qian Fei relaxed. It was impossible to back out now.
Arriving at the location of the Array Technique, the Hundred Battles Pavilion Steward stood to one side and pointed. "Go on in. The one who’s still alive can call with their Star Ring."
The expressions on both Qian Fei’s and Wang ng’s faces were a bit strained. The Hundred Battles Pavilion Steward’s tone was always so unsettling.
The two stood inside the Array Technique. The Hundred Battles Pavilion Steward activated it, and after a flash of light, they vanished.
In the Five-Colored Little Thousand World, the light faded in. Wang ng looked up at the sky, where the clouds were all multi-colored. The Elental Qi was decent enough, and there was a peculiar feeling in the air.
Wang ng didn’t need to go searching. This kind of Teleportation Array wouldn’t separate the two combatants by much. All Wang ng had to do was wait for his opponent to co to him.
Wang ng found a rock, lay down comfortably on it, and gazed up at the sky. The wind blew past, carrying a sweet fragrance. ’This really is a nice place. Every Small Thousand Realm has its own unique beauty, nurturing different kinds of Cultivators.’
Before long, a figure flashed by, and Qian Fei appeared not far from Wang ng. Seeing how relaxed Wang ng was, Qian Fei was truly baffled. ’Is there sothing wrong with this guy’s head? How can he be so arrogant?’
’Does he really think he can beat ?’
’Or is this a conspiracy? A trap?’
’Impossible. The Hundred Battles Pavilion Steward can’t be bribed. And even if he could be, it wouldn’t be for so little punk from the Holy Hall. So, does that an he got his hands on so kind of insidious Magical Artifact?’
’That’s a possibility... but with the Holy Hall’s resources and this kid’s level, what kind of Magical Artifact could he possibly obtain?’
Wang ng sat up. "Took you long enough."
Qian Fei threw his head back and laughed. "I’m at a loss for words. I let you live a little longer, and you’re not even grateful. What a pity. You were lucky to survive our last battle, yet you still dare to co looking for trouble with . Don’t tell Hex Zui tricked you into this."
"Why would I need to bother my Senior Brother over such a trivial matter? Once I’ve taken care of you, I imagine the Ten Thousand Demons Sect won’t be so arrogant anymore."
Wang ng stretched his back. He wasn’t a person who angered easily, but his feud with the Ten Thousand Demons Sect ran too deep. The mont he saw one of their mbers, he just wanted to beat them to a pulp.
Qian Fei had seen arrogance before, but he’d never seen *this* level of arrogance. This was the kind of tone only a young disciple from a top-ten sect would dare to use—definitely not soone from the Holy Hall.
"You little brat, I’ll give you a three-move head start, so no one in hell can say I bullied a junior!" Qian Fei declared haughtily.
Wang ng smiled. "You said it!"
He flipped to his feet in one smooth motion. At the sa ti, Broken Heaven Edge left its sheath as he slashed out with a blast of Sword Qi.
Wang ng held nothing back. He fully unleashed his Twenty-Fifth Layer Elental Power, and a five-colored blast of Sword Qi exploded forward.
CRACKLE CRACKLE CRACKLE...
The ground abruptly split apart. Qian Fei, startled, imdiately brandished his Long Sword and erupted with Sword Qi, forming a giant Sword Shield.
BOOM...
Qian Fei was blown back more than ten ters before he barely managed to stop himself, his eyes wide with shock as if he had just seen a ghost.
Wang ng shrugged. "I was wondering about that peculiar feeling. The Elental Qi here is average, but the Five Elents characteristics of this Small Thousand Realm seem to be exceptionally prominent. Looks like your luck is really terrible."
Qian Fei was an experienced cultivator. Gripping his sword, his expression turned grave. "This is impossible. How can soone possess the Five Elents..."
"Heh heh, allow to educate you. This is called a Five Elents Body. Very few people have it. As it happens, there’s one standing right in front of you."
Wang ng rested Broken Heaven Edge on his shoulder, completely at ease. He loved this kind of uninterrupted deathmatch, where he could fully enjoy the thrill of battle.
The grave expression on Qian Fei’s face gradually relaxed. "It seems our loss last ti was no accident. A pity you were too hasty. If you’d waited until you reached the Thirtieth Layer, you might have actually been a problem. But as you are now, all you can do is die!"
Qian Fei’s figure shot forward. So much for a three-move head start. The motto of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect was: there is no "most shaless," only "more shaless."
Kill!
Qian Fei finally understood why the kid was so confident. ’Thank goodness he’s young and reckless,’ he thought. ’Otherwise, he really would have beco a major threat down the line.’
Hex Zui and the others were shocked. This was the ti all the Holy Hall Disciples were supposed to gather, but Wang ng was absent. He had been very punctual recently, so his sudden absence was strange. Ma Tian’Er asked Fan Hong about it, and Fan Hong, being the unreliable person that he was—especially with zero resistance to beautiful won—spilled everything the mont Ma Tian’Er asked him gently.
The group rushed to the Hundred Battles Pavilion. After confirming the situation with the Steward, everyone was left dumbfounded.
Hex Zui was beside himself with anger. "Foolish! Foolish! Utterly foolish!"
He had such high hopes for Wang ng. Wang ng, Ma Tian’Er, and Li Tianyi were the future of the Holy Hall. He would die to protect the three of them! ’Where there’s life, there’s hope!’ But Wang ng... he was a living, breathing example of all brawn and no brains!
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