Chapter 492 - 369: Courting Death, Defeating the Enemy with One Punch

"Yeah! I’ve never seen anyone fight like that before, but her courage is really something! If she gets proper training, she’ll definitely make something of herself in the future."

"If she didn’t fight that way, how could she ever hurt her opponent? That guy’s two realms above her—a complete suppression when it comes to cultivation. The fact that she landed a hit? If you ask me, that’s already a win!"

"Exactly! If they were in the same realm, she would’ve crushed him!"

....

The surrounding sect elders and disciples kept chatting non-stop.

Some thought Zhao Shuang’Er’s fighting style was way too aggressive, while others praised her bravery.

Facing a powerful enemy without fear—not many people can pull that off.

Little did they know, Zhao Shuang’Er used to live in the Land of Evil—an insanely dangerous place.

If you freeze up in fear in front of a fierce beast there, you’re as good as dead.

On the contrary, the only shot at survival is to find your enemy’s weakness and attack with everything you’ve got.

Zhao Shuang’Er’s tactics were forged from constant life-or-death battles.

That’s why, facing Liu Chengfeng, she knew full well she was outmatched. If she didn’t go all in—she was doomed.

If this wasn’t a tournament, losing on the battlefield is a death sentence.

So Zhao Shuang’Er had just one choice—fight for her life.

This desperate move actually worked wonders. The arrogant Liu Chengfeng was seriously injured.

"You little brat! You wanna die? I’ll grant your wish!"

Liu Chengfeng was furious—getting hurt by someone two realms below him was the ultimate humiliation.

If he didn’t tear her apart today, what right would he have to call himself a prodigy ever again?

With a rage-filled shout, Liu Chengfeng unleashed Blood Robe Sect’s strongest killing skill—Blood Rain Sweeps the Sky!

His blade glinted in his hand, the movement of his palm conjuring a storm of crimson Sword Aura all around him.

With another furious yell, the Sword Aura crashed down toward Zhao Shuang’Er.

"I concede!"

Zhao Shuang’Er was wounded and knew she couldn’t win—she chose to surrender.

But Liu Chengfeng was seeing red, and had no intention of stopping. His Sword Aura kept coming straight for Zhao Shuang’Er.

He was out for blood.

"Stop!"

Just as Lin Chang’sheng moved to intervene, Refining God Sect’s Grand Elder flicked his sleeve. A surge of powerful Primordial Power roared forth, shattering the crimson Sword Aura to dust without a trace.

Liu Chengfeng was sent flying.

Pfft—

He crashed down, immediately coughing up a mouthful of bloody spit.

Clearly, he was injured by the Grand Elder’s Primordial Power.

A casual hit from a Mahayana powerhouse is not something a Divinity Transformation Cultivator can endure.

"You must have a death wish—the fight was over and you still tried to kill?"

The Grand Elder stood, scolding him coldly.

Seeing things go south, the Blood Robe Sect’s Seventh Elder leapt up onto the stone platform.

"It’s a misunderstanding! Once Chengfeng unleashes Blood Rain Sword Technique, it’s hard to pull back. He never meant to kill! You all saw how strong this girl is—if he didn’t go all out, he wouldn’t have stood a chance!"

The Seventh Elder wore a jade hairpin and held a precious sword—looking every bit the immortal.

But nobody was buying his excuse. It was obvious Liu Chengfeng had wanted Zhao Shuang’Er dead.

But since he’d said his piece, there was no point pursuing it. The Grand Elder reluctantly let it go.

"The point of these duels is to learn. If anyone keeps attacking after their opponent surrenders, don’t blame the Refining God Sect for showing no mercy!"

The Grand Elder warned sternly.

"Absolutely, absolutely!"

The Seventh Elder hurriedly helped Liu Chengfeng off the stage.

He sent his Primordial Power to heal him and fed him an elixir. Only then did Liu Chengfeng’s injuries start to improve.

Zhao Shuang’Er got the same treatment, but the pill Lin Chang’sheng gave her was way better than Liu Chengfeng’s.

Lin Chang’sheng had plenty of Infinite Holy Pills on hand, so he wasn’t stingy and fed Zhao Shuang’Er another one.

After taking the elixir, Zhao Shuang’Er healed even faster than Liu Chengfeng.

"C-Chang’sheng, I think I’m about to break through!"

After two Infinite Holy Pills in a row, Zhao Shuang’Er felt herself on the verge of a breakthrough and immediately sat cross-legged to absorb the medicinal power.

That pissed Liu Chengfeng off to no end.

He’d meant to teach her a lesson, but ended up on the losing end. Meanwhile, she was about to break through?

Worst of all, she’d attracted Lin Chang’sheng’s attention.

Lin Chang’sheng gazed at Liu Chengfeng with killing intent.

Liu Chengfeng had better pray he doesn’t run into him on the stage. Otherwise, there’s only one outcome—death.

Lin Chang’sheng was out for blood. If they met on the platform, he’d kill him in a single move.

With the match over, the rest of the disciples started playing it safe—if anyone surrendered, nobody kept attacking.

Except Piaomiao Sect’s Zhou Qibai, who still did whatever he wanted—his moves were ruthless and merciless.

He’d say, "Blades and swords don’t care who’s in the way. I haven’t even gone all out—he got injured, is that my fault?"

But unlucky for him, karma hit back fast.

Next up, Lin Chang’sheng was drawn against a Piaomiao Sect disciple.

The Piaomiao disciple looked intimidated when he saw Lin Chang’sheng, but as a member of a top-ten sect of the Immortal Realm, surrendering without a fight would be a huge disgrace.

So no matter what, he had to at least trade one move.

If he couldn’t keep up, surrendering later was fine.

Lin Chang’sheng saw right through this—trade one move?

He could send him packing in just one move.

"Piaomiao Sect, Fang Jianghai!"

"Lin Chang’sheng!"

They announced themselves, but Lin Chang’sheng didn’t rush to attack—didn’t want people saying he bullied weaker opponents.

Shing—

Seeing Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t making the first move, Fang Jianghai summoned his blade, used Ghost Shadow Step to produce a double, one left and one right, both lunging at Lin Chang’sheng with Misty Sword Technique.

This was Piaomiao Sect’s killing skill—Ghost Shadow’s confusing movement paired with Misty Sword Technique’s unreal attacks, impossible to defend against.

But Lin Chang’sheng didn’t react at all.

When Fang Jianghai’s Sword Aura was right in front of him, Lin Chang’sheng finally struck.

Roar—

Lin Chang’sheng fired off both fists—the Four Symbols Divine Venerable Fist.

Fist Aura blazed forth, fierce and domineering. Dragon roars echoed with each punch.

Each Fist Aura powered up by three other fierce beasts, making his attack even stronger.

Bam—

Bam—

Two huge collisions thundered out.

In the next instant, the Piaomiao Sect disciple was blasted skyward by Lin Chang’sheng, spitting blood mid-air. Even his double nearly shattered instantly.

He crashed to the ground and passed out cold.

"What the...?"

Seeing that, the Piaomiao Sect Elder slammed his chair and shot upright, eyes blazing.

Apparently, only Piaomiao Sect was allowed to bully others—if anyone bullied them, it felt like a blade on their throat.

"You bastard! How dare you—this was supposed to be a friendly duel! You went way too hard!"

Piaomiao Sect Elder Wu Kui glared furiously at Lin Chang’sheng.

But Lin Chang’sheng just shrugged. "Who would’ve guessed Piaomiao Sect’s prodigies were this weak? I didn’t even use my full strength and he’s already down!"

He threw Piaomiao Sect’s own words right back at them, making Wu Kui flush with rage.

"Right, so only Piaomiao Sect disciples can hurt people? If someone hurts your disciples, that’s crossing the line?"

"Yeah, what’s the point of a tournament then? Blades and fists don’t care who they hit! If you’re so worried your disciples will get hurt, don’t compete!"

"That’s right, Elder Wu—why don’t you just drop out before anyone else gets hurt? Save yourself the headache!"

"This is honestly so satisfying! Piaomiao Sect finally getting a taste of their own medicine?"

"Serves them right!"

The surrounding sect elders laughed with delight.

No one thought Lin Chang’sheng had done anything wrong—in fact, he let everyone vent their frustrations.

Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation reopened everyone’s eyes.

Piaomiao Sect’s weakest disciple was already at the Early Stage of Void Refining!

And Lin Chang’sheng just beat him in one punch.

Clearly, Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation wasn’t as "simple" as just Middle Stage of Void Refining.

"You—"

Wu Kui was so mad he couldn’t speak.

After all, this was exactly how Piaomiao Sect excused their own disciples hurting others.