If luck has an end, then Long Feicheng's luck had reached its limit.
After winning the previous two matches without a fight, Long Feicheng hadn't even had a chance to make a move. This time, however, he ran into Zhao Chengxiang from Wudang Mountain.
Although Zhao Chengxiang put on airs, his strength was undeniable. It was said that among the younger generation of Wudang Mountain, even those who had joined earlier would respectfully call him Senior Disciple.
This wasn't for any other reason than Zhao Chengxiang's exceptional talent and superior strength, making him the undisputed successor to the Wudang Sect Leader in everyone's eyes!
Long Feicheng meeting Zhao Chengxiang meant he stood no chance.
"It's over, it's over, it's over!" Long Feicheng was incredibly frustrated and looked at Wang Jiwang, "Brother Wang, how about we switch our nameplates?" Da Feng Novel Network
Wang Jiwang chuckled, "Are you implying those referee Daoists are blind?"
"Alas!" Long Feicheng lamented, "It seems I'll miss out on the championship this time."
Everyone was speechless. Ling Xiaoxiao said, "If you want to win the championship, you'd have to drug everyone on the mountain."
Ling Xiaoxiao's words gave Long Feicheng an idea. His eyes lit up, and he asked Old Jin, "Old Jin, didn't you say yesterday you had that colorless and odorless laxative? Give me some!"
"You really intend to drug Zhao Chengxiang?" Old Jin said as he took out a small gourd.
Abbess Guanyun quickly stopped Old Jin, "Don't break the rules. Folk sects are already not well-received. If you're caught winning matches through underhanded tactics, folk sects will have no chance to participate in the Luo Tian Great Ceremony in the future!"
"That's true. We should cherish our reputation," Old Jin said, putting away the gourd.
Long Feicheng exclaimed, "But I'm not from a folk sect!"
"That's right. Take it then," Old Jin pulled out the gourd again.
Yan Shouyi chuckled, "Old Jin, stop being so indecisive. Cheating is never the answer. Little Long, I've taught you a lot of skills during this time. Regardless of the outcome, fighting Zhao Chengxiang will be a valuable experience."
"Easy for you to say, you're not the one getting beaten up..." Long Feicheng said resentfully.
Everyone else didn't have time to offer Long Feicheng any more advice, as Zhao Chengxiang had already ascended the Ten Thousand Laws Altar.
Zhao Chengxiang had clearly started to see himself as the inheritor of the Dragon-Tiger Secret Text, even subtly mimicking the demeanor of the Old Celestial Master in his actions. While others found Zhao Chengxiang quite charismatic, Yan Shouyi and the others only saw him as a true scoundrel.
Long Feicheng was indignant, gritting his teeth, "Damn it, I'm going up there to expose Zhao Chengxiang's despicable face!"
With that, Long Feicheng rushed onto the Ten Thousand Laws Altar.
Compared to Zhao Chengxiang's feigned ethereal presence, Long Feicheng was utterly worldly. As he climbed the altar, he felt an itch between his legs and reached down to scratch.
Zhao Chengxiang recognized Long Feicheng as being with Yan Shouyi's group and sneered:
"I've been looking forward to it all night, and I didn't expect my first opponent today to be you. How disappointing."
"Stop acting so high and mighty, you imposter!" Long Feicheng gave Zhao Chengxiang the middle finger, "My brother Yan is the true inheritor of the Dragon-Tiger Secret Text!"
Upon hearing this, the audience burst into laughter, with no one believing Long Feicheng.
Not only that, but the disciples of Wudang Mountain also began provoking Yan Shouyi and the others.
Zhao Chengxiang feigned indifference and didn't bother with Long Feicheng, but in his heart, he had already planned to make Long Feicheng taste his power and suffer a bit.
At this moment, the Second Elder of Longhu Mountain called out:
"Two matters."
"First, to save time, as yesterday, the Ten Thousand Laws Altar will be divided into four sections, with four matches taking place simultaneously."
"Second, starting from this round of matches, participants may use the ordinary weapons provided by Longhu Mountain."
Considering that some sect disciples had practiced swordsmanship since childhood and could only perform at their best with a sharp sword, Longhu Mountain had revised the competition rules to avoid affecting their performance.
At the same time, the Second Elder called the next three groups of participating disciples onto the stage.
It's worth noting that among the other three groups were acquaintances of Yan Shouyi, namely Yan Nanfei and Chang Shan. Fortunately, they were not in the same group.
After all the participating disciples took their positions, there were eight people on the stage, each selecting a weapon.
Zhao Chengxiang was incredibly proud and came empty-handed, believing that using a weapon against a minor character like Long Feicheng would be an insult to himself.
Long Feicheng, to increase his chances of winning, chose a suitable iron sword from the weapon rack, which bore some resemblance to the Caiwei Sword.
The referee Daoist reminded them, "Swords and blades have no eyes. Please show mercy and stop when the opponent concedes."
After speaking, the referee Daoist struck the gong heavily, announcing the official start of the match!
Before the sound of the gong had even faded, Long Feicheng was already shouting and charging at Zhao Chengxiang.
Zhao Chengxiang stood his ground, sneering dismissively. Only when Long Feicheng reached him and swung his sword did Zhao Chengxiang shift his feet, dodging the attack.
Then, Zhao Chengxiang grabbed Long Feicheng's wrist, first pulling him behind him, and then delivering a palm strike to Long Feicheng's chest, immediately forcing Long Feicheng back several steps!
Long Feicheng clutched his chest, grimacing in pain. He couldn't understand why Zhao Chengxiang's movements, which seemed so effortless and weak, delivered such a powerful blow.
"Let him come with all his might, and I'll use a small force to deflect a thousand pounds… Zhao Chengxiang is using Tai Chi," Abbess Guanyun said softly.
Since ancient times, there has been the saying, "North worships Shaolin, South respects Wudang." Wudang Mountain's Tai Chi, Bagua Palm, and Tai Chi Sword techniques are all formidable skills.
Furthermore, Wudang Mountain places great importance on its unique martial arts, which have never been leaked. Even Yan Shouyi's Luban Book contains no mention of Wudang Mountain's techniques.
It is even more difficult for outsiders to study them.
"This Zhao Chengxiang certainly has some skill," Zhang Shantong also gave a very high evaluation.
It's worth noting that this old man Zhang Shantong didn't praise people casually.
"Then isn't Little Long doomed to lose?" He Xiping asked worriedly.
Everyone looked at He Xiping and said in unison, "Even if Zhao Chengxiang didn't know Tai Chi, Little Long still wouldn't be his match..."
He Xiping coughed dryly. He had only recently joined Yan Shouyi's group and was not fully aware of Long Feicheng's true strength.
Moreover, Long Feicheng's frequent bragging had clouded He Xiping's judgment, leading him to the mistaken impression that "Long Feicheng could contend with Zhao Chengxiang."
Yan Shouyi said, "But Little Long is one of us after all, so let's not hinder our cheers for him!"
"Go, Little Long!!!" everyone shouted together.
On the Ten Thousand Laws Altar, Long Feicheng felt a headache.
Don't shout so loud!
You're making it impossible for me to back down; I can't even admit defeat gracefully!
He gritted his teeth and set a small goal for himself.
If he couldn't gain any advantage against Zhao Chengxiang in the next round, he would simply admit defeat.
To be able to bend and flex is the mark of a true man!