34: Chapter 34 The Furious Ma Hun 34: Chapter 34 The Furious Ma Hun Phew!
Letting out a breath, Ye Zhen slowly opened his eyes, a layer of disappointnt surfacing in them.
“Still no breakthrough…”
Three months had passed, just three days shy of a full three months.
Throughout these near three months, apart from completing sect tasks, Ye Zhen had almost been practicing arduously without setting foot outside, fighting desperately for the Human-Level top-quality cultivation thod promised by Instructor Liao.
With just a Human-Level Low Grade Essence Blood Primordial Body Technique, Ye Zhen had tasted the benefits of a high-grade technique, which made one of the Human-Level top-quality techniques, unlikely for outer disciples to obtain, imnsely tempting to him.
In nearly three months, Ye Zhen had been cultivating like his life depended on it.
The bottle of True Essence Pills given by Liao Feibai had long been consud, and the Stone Marrow Spirit Liquid accumulated over nearly three months had almost run out.
Moreover, the two hundred Sect Contribution Points Ye Zhen had earned from sect tasks in these three months, plus the remaining three hundred and fifty points, had all been exchanged for True Essence Pills, one hundred Contribution Points each.
Now, only the last fifty odd points remained.
Just now, Ye Zhen had consud the very last True Essence Pill he exchanged for, but still, he hadn’t completely transford his Blood Qi into True Yuan and broken through to the True Essence Realm.
Just one final step remained.
As soon as the Blood Qi Vortex within his Dantian also transford into True Yuan, the Essence Blood in his body would be completely converted to True Yuan, achieving a complete breakthrough into the True Essence Realm.
Yet, it was this final step.
Ye Zhen had consud three True Essence Pills, and six or seven days had passed with no movent whatsoever.
“It seems I’ve hit a bottleneck…”
Generally speaking, practicing in seclusion would not help one break through a bottleneck.
There are usually two thods to break through a bottleneck.
One is combat—fight against the heavens, people, or beasts.
Perhaps after an intense battle of life and death, the bottleneck would be broken.
The other thod is a change in ntal state.
Perhaps a word of advice from a wise ntor, a random remark from a playful child, or a sudden insight could all lead to enlightennt and a breakthrough of the current bottleneck.
However, for Ye Zhen at the mont, the notion of ntal state was still sowhat profound.
Facing a bottleneck, his best way to break through was through combat.
An intense and exhaustive battle.
In fact, Ye Zhen’s fervent cultivation was not only for the reward from Instructor Liao but also for other reasons, such as beating people up!
If one were to say what the liveliest place in Qiyun Sect’s Donglai Peak was, it had to be the cafeteria during the three al tis per day.
Apart from those Outer Disciples who were out completing sect tasks, nearly ninety percent of them would arrive at the cafeteria to eat at these al tis.
Therefore, the cafeteria of Donglai Peak, sprawling over a kiloter, sotis witnessed so highly spirited events, like right now.
After finishing a large pot of beef stew with potatoes and slurping up every bit of the gravy, Ye Zhen leisurely wiped his mouth.
After surveying the area, he spotted his target within the kiloter-spanning cafeteria.
Whoosh!
With a flick of his wrist, the pair of chopsticks in Ye Zhen’s hand made a shrill whistling sound as they shot towards a dining table a hundred ters away at breakneck speed.
Hearing the piercing whistling sound, all Outer Disciples in the trajectory of Ye Zhen’s chopstick attack promptly ducked down without exception.
Such incidents were a daily occurrence in the cafeteria, and they were used to it.
Of course, those who weren’t used to it would end up with their al plates overturned by the chopsticks at best, or impaled by them at worst.
Ye Zhen’s target, Ma Hun, sitting a great distance away, discerned that he was the intended target of the chopsticks as soon as the whistling sounded.
However, Ma Hun remained calmly seated, and when Ye Zhen’s launched chopsticks almost reached him, he darted his own pair out like lightning, aiming to deflect the incoming ones.
Ma Hun’s chopsticks blocked Ye Zhen’s with unerring accuracy, but at the mont of collision, his hand involuntarily trembled.
Such formidable strength!
Crack!
The terrifying force behind Ye Zhen’s thrown chopsticks turned Ma Hun’s deftness into brute force, snapping Ye Zhen’s chopsticks upon impact.
The broken half spun through the air and rapidly embedded itself in Ma Hun’s soup-filled bowl.
Bang!
The massive force was like a horseshoe stepping into the bowl, sending soup and dishes splattering in all directions.
Caught off guard, Ma Hun was splashed in the face and all over his head with soup.
He looked as disheveled as can be.
Whoosh!
The Outer Disciples who were paying attention to this scene imdiately burst into laughter.
The mont Ma Hun stood up, his face turned green.
As he wiped the vegetable soup off his face, he was about to burst into curses, but just then, Ye Zhen’s roar sounded.
“Ma Hun, do you dare to fight , Ye Zhen!” Ye Zhen, with a remote gesture, beckoned to Ma Hun, who was sared with vegetable soup.
“Why wouldn’t I dare!
Ye Zhen, I fuck your ancestors…..”
“I’ll be waiting for you on the Martial Combat Platform, oh, and you might want to wash your face first.” Before the furious Ma Hun could finish cursing, Ye Zhen casually dropped a comnt and turned to leave.
“Ye Zhen, I’ll tear you to pieces!” Ma Hun, who was trembling with rage, had been completely provoked by Ye Zhen.
Discarding his outer garnt, he hastily cleaned the vegetable soup off his head and face and rushed after the disappearing figure of Ye Zhen.
The thousands of Outer Disciples in the dining hall also rushed to the Martial Combat Platform following the departure of Ye Zhen and Ma Hun.
According to their experience, the more commotion a challenge caused, the more intense and exciting the battle would be.
This group of energetic and well-fed Outer Disciples relished excitent more than anyone else.
Among them, Golden Yuanbao ran the fastest.
Despite his round and seemingly obese figure, he zigzagged swiftly and quickly took the lead, dashing towards the Martial Combat Platform.
Opportunity, this was an opportunity to make a fortune!
Last ti, when Ye Zhen faced Li Xuelong on the Martial Combat Platform, because the disparity was too great, he did not set up a betting pool and later regretted it bitterly.
If he missed the opportunity this ti, he might as well be dead.
“Golden Yuanbao’s Iron House is open for betting, fellow brothers and sisters can place their bets now.
A small gamble refreshes the mind, a big one could make you rich, not betting keeps you poor forever, co and place your bets.
Ma Hun, ranked number 308 on the Earth List, with odds at 4 to 1.
Ye Zhen, the dark horse who only beca an Outer Disciple from being a servant four months ago, with odds at 1 to 2.
Co place your bets, a small gamble refreshes the mind, a big one could make you rich, not betting keeps you poor forever….”
In these past few months, Ma Hun’s ranking on the Earth List had climbed significantly.
Not long after Ye Zhen reached the Martial Combat Platform, Golden Yuanbao had already set up the betting pool.
Golden Yuanbao’s credibility was well established, and the bettors were coming non-stop.
In just a short while, over a hundred people had placed their bets.
“I’m betting 500 taels on Ma Hun.”
“I’m betting 300 taels on Ye Zhen.”
“Why would you bet on Ye Zhen?
He started as a servant disciple, suggesting his talent is subpar.
Even if he’s beco an Outer Disciple, so what?
It’s only been four months.
His biggest achievent so far is rely defeating Li Xuelong.
As for Ma Hun, he’s a veteran Outer Disciple of more than two years.
Half a year ago, he broke through to the Fifth Stage of Blood Training, already condensed his True Yuan, and not an insignificant amount at that.
How could Ye Zhen possibly win?”
“That’s where you’re wrong.
I’m betting on the underdog.
If he wins, my money doubles in an instant, and I can make a small fortune.
Even if Ma Hun wins, how much do you earn?
Just a hundred taels.”
“I’m looking for a sure thing, it’s like picking up money for nothing.
Casually throw in 500 taels, and I’ll earn back more than a hundred.”
“Ma Hun’s strength over the years isn’t just for show, I’m betting on Ma Hun!”
“Bet on Ma Hun!”
“I’m betting on Ye Zhen.
If the kid dares to challenge publicly, who knows what aces he might have up his sleeve.”
In no ti, people packed around Golden Yuanbao’s Iron House.
Although a small number of people bet on Ye Zhen winning, the majority placed bets on Ma Hun.
Soon, due to the overwhelming amount of bets on Ma Hun, Golden Yuanbao boldly changed Ma Hun’s odds to 5 to 1.
In this short ti, a cleaned-up Ma Hun had already jumped onto the Martial Combat Platform first and shouted down at Ye Zhen, “Ye Zhen, didn’t you want a fight?
Get up here.”
“In a rush to et your death?
Just wait for ,” Ye Zhen replied, rolling his eyes at Ma Hun.
Seeing the crowd around Golden Yuanbao place fewer bets, he then walked over to where Golden Yuanbao was.
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