"Hmph, a good-for-nothing like you dares to be my opponent!"
Zhao Chengxiang looked at Long Feicheng with utter disdain. If he were to rank the people he hated the most at this moment, Yan Shouyi would be first, and Long Feicheng would be second.
Two incompetent fools who struck it rich and managed to break into the top thirty-two, yet they have the audacity to oppose me, Zhao Chengxiang! DAFENG FICTION NET
If this wasn't Longhu Mountain, with so many eyes watching, I would have killed both of you!
"Zhao Dogface, take my sword!!"
Long Feicheng suddenly gave Zhao Chengxiang a nickname, which infuriated Zhao Chengxiang to no end.
Just as he was about to charge, he suddenly slipped and fell face-first in front of everyone!
"What's going on!"
The audience exclaimed in surprise. No matter how careless Zhao Chengxiang was, he shouldn't have fallen during a match!
And he fell so miserably, his white robe stained with dust, his front teeth hitting the ground and sparking!
"Brother Yan, it's our Lu Ban secret arts that are truly powerful!" Long Feicheng shouted excitedly as he ran towards Zhao Chengxiang.
"The inevitable tripping technique..." Old Jin said resentfully, "I've experienced this move before too."
Although the Lu Ban book recorded the strengths of various schools, it also contained many of Lu Ban's own techniques, especially these little tricks to tease people.
By grabbing a handful of sand and soil and casting a simple spell, one could make the target fall.
It was precisely this kind of minor trick that worked in such an important occasion. Zhao Chengxiang guarded against everything but never expected Long Feicheng to resort to such tactics.
Before Zhao Chengxiang could recover, Long Feicheng had already rushed to his front. Instead of attacking the most vulnerable head, he used a Dragon Claw technique and seized Zhao Chengxiang's fatal weak point.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!"
Zhao Chengxiang let out a heart-wrenching scream, a sound that made the male audience present involuntarily shiver.
"That's too brutal, will Senior Brother be crippled after this?"
"Hopefully... hopefully not. Longhu Mountain has plenty of golden elixirs, which should help Senior Brother regain his vigor."
"That kid called Long Feicheng is too vicious!"
"Zhao Chengxiang, hang in there, don't let such a despicable person advance to the next round!"
Zhao Chengxiang endured the immense pain and, trembling, got back up. Seeing the situation was not in his favor, Long Feicheng increased the pressure.
"Stop... Stop! If you use any more force... I'll really be crippled!!" Zhao Chengxiang couldn't take it anymore and begged for mercy.
The referee Daoist couldn't watch any longer and called out, "Long Feicheng, let go immediately! Do not attack those areas anymore!"
Long Feicheng, having finally seized Zhao Chengxiang's weakness, was somewhat unwilling to let go now.
However, rules were rules. Since the referee Daoist had spoken, persisting would lead to expulsion from Longhu Mountain.
So, Long Feicheng let go without hesitation.
Zhao Chengxiang breathed a sigh of relief, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.
Then, his eyes widened, and killing intent flared. Today, even if it meant breaking the rules, he would still slash Long Feicheng with his sword!
In an instant, Zhao Chengxiang snatched the iron sword from Long Feicheng's hand. Just as he was about to swing it at him, he saw Long Feicheng raising his hands high, running, and shouting:
"I concede! I surrender! If you attack again, you'll be disqualified. So many eyes are watching!"
"You...?!!!" Zhao Chengxiang was filled with rage. He had held the sword up for a long time but was unable to swing it down again.
He had come to the Luotian Grand Ceremony to win the championship. It wasn't worth it to retaliate against a mere Long Feicheng.
But this Long Feicheng was too despicable!!
He immediately surrendered after gaining the advantage, leaving Zhao Chengxiang with no way to retaliate!
He didn't even get a chance to avenge the insult of the chicken incident!
Unlike Zhao Chengxiang, Long Feicheng had never expected to go far in the Luotian Grand Ceremony. In his eyes, helping Yan Shouyi vent his anger was already a great achievement.
Therefore, he was completely at ease, even skipping and hopping down the Wanfa Altar with a happy demeanor.
Seeing his smug and carefree appearance, one would think he was the one who had won!
The referee Daoist was also speechless, but since Long Feicheng had conceded, he could only announce the result: "The winner of the Rat Class is Zhao Chengxiang of Wudang Mountain!"
Zhao Chengxiang angrily threw down his iron sword and walked off the stage, gritting his teeth. His steps were still a bit shaky, and he almost fell again.
This showed how much force Long Feicheng had used. Fortunately, Zhao Chengxiang's cultivation was deep enough; otherwise, it might have been a disaster today.
After descending the stage, Long Feicheng returned to Yan Shouyi and the others, complaining:
"That Zhao Chengxiang's cultivation is too high; he's actually developed a pair of iron baskets. They're so damn hard!"
Old Jin chuckled lewdly, "He only hit you with one palm, and you almost crippled his lineage. You've won big in this round!"
"Right! Ahahaha!" Long Feicheng burst into laughter.
The other male students also joined in with laughter, while Luo Ning, Zhao Yiyao, and Ling Xiaoxiao, the three girls, felt a little embarrassed.
However, to be fair, even these three girls felt a sense of satisfaction seeing Zhao Chengxiang in such a predicament.
"As satisfying as it is, we still need to be wary of retaliation from Wudang Mountain," A Gong reminded everyone.
"Let them come! I couldn't fight Zhao Chengxiang one-on-one on stage, but off stage, I have you all as good brothers. What are we afraid of?" Long Feicheng even shouted to Zhang Shantong, "Right, Grandpa?"
Zhang Shantong chuckled, "As long as it's not the Sect Master of Wudang Mountain coming in person, a hundred Zhao Chengxiangs are coming to their deaths."
"There you go!" Long Feicheng was completely relieved.
Yan Shouyi and his group were truly happier losing than winning.
Not long after Long Feicheng and Zhao Chengxiang concluded their match, Yan Nanfei and Chang Shan also won their respective matches. They were lucky enough to face opponents who were not particularly difficult.
In the next round, Ling Xiaoxiao, Luo Ning, Wang Jiwang, and He Xiping were all on the stage simultaneously.
Fortunately, none of them encountered their own companions.
Luo Ning and Wang Jiwang won easily. Ling Xiaoxiao won by a narrow margin, while He Xiping, unexpectedly, lost.
The person who defeated He Xiping was a disciple of Longhu Mountain. He appeared quite young, but unfortunately, he wore a mask, so his features were indistinguishable.
Among the folk sects, He Xiping was the most anticipated. His illusionary arts were superb, making him unpredictable. Last time, Liu Lang, who understood nothing, lost to He Xiping.
However, this time, when He Xiping encountered the Longhu Mountain Daoist, the Daoist remained unfazed no matter how He Xiping shifted. In the end, with a single sword strike, he sent He Xiping out of the arena, winning with ease.
This move was particularly stunning, and everyone began to speculate about the identity of this young Daoist.
In the next round, A Gong also took the stage. Among Yan Shouyi's group, only Zhao Yiyao, who had received the "Ox Class," and Yan Shouyi, who had received the "Ox Ding Class," had not yet competed. Everyone else had already fought.
It is worth mentioning that in this round, Yan Shouyi and his companions saw an old acquaintance.
Wu Zhen Sect, Yi Hehuan!
"It's really that slut!" Long Feicheng said displeasantly, "She's still alive!"
Zhao Yiyao narrowed her eyes and examined Yi Hehuan, "Is she the one who killed my brother?"
"Didn't you not care about Fukada Ichiro?" Yan Shouyi asked.
"Fukada Ichiro is my half-brother and looked down on me since childhood. Although we share half of the same blood, we are like fire and water. It doesn't matter if he's dead. However... the Zhao family has always been united, and we do not allow ourselves to be used as a weapon by others!"
Zhao Yiyao, rarely serious, seemed eager to confront Yi Hehuan herself.
In less than half an hour, the results of the third round were released. A Gong and Yi Hehuan advanced, along with two unknown female Daoists.
At this point, the audience could no longer contain themselves.
Twelve spots in the top sixteen had been filled, and among these twelve, three were from folk sects!
They were A Gong, Wang Jiwang, and Luo Ning!
This was a one-in-four probability!
After all, the Luotian Grand Ceremony represented the strongest level of young Daoists in the present era.
Those who were brought to compete by their respective sects were already considered the elite.
And yet, among these twelve elites, three were from the "savages" they looked down upon – folk sects who had no privileged environment and drifted through the martial world!
How could the prestigious sects bear this?
Thus, before the last round had even begun, the people in the audience were already filled with righteous indignation.
As soon as they saw Yan Shouyi step onto the stage, they immediately shouted, demanding that Yan Shouyi's opponent trample him underfoot, and that folk sects should not occupy any more spots in the top twelve!
Yan Shouyi and Zhao Yiyao walked onto the Wanfa Altar. Hearing the boos from below, Zhao Yiyao immediately couldn't help but curse back.
She was originally a tough woman from the Northeast, and her tongue was as quick as a machine gun. She could curse without uttering a single vulgar word, yet insult the ancestors of others for eighteen generations.
What was even more terrifying was that she, single-handedly, rendered hundreds of spectators in the audience speechless. This combat prowess could be considered unique to Longhu Mountain.
"These bastards, my mouth is dry from cursing, Yan Shouyi, go get me a bottle of water!" Zhao Yiyao said, her throat dry.
Yan Shouyi came back to his senses and happily went to get water for Zhao Yiyao, not caring who was the master and who was the servant. Whoever won the argument was the boss.
After returning with the water, the referee Daoist reprimanded them for continuing to quarrel. If Yan Shouyi hadn't held her back, Zhao Yiyao might have cursed the referee Daoist as well.
Once they were back in their positions on the Wanfa Altar, Yan Shouyi began to observe his opponent.
This opponent was interesting.
He wore a dark blue robe and held a goose feather fan. The fan swayed gently, exuding an air of a master.
"Kunlun Mountain, someone from the Yan family?" Yan Shouyi asked with a smile, "Who is Yan Nanfei to you?"
"Cousin," the opponent replied.
"So your name is..."
"Yan Guochao."
Yan Shouyi remembered the name. Yan Guochao's aura seemed much more formidable than Yan Nanfei's, suggesting he was a ruthless individual.
The Yan family and the Hanshan Temple people below began to cheer for Yan Guochao. They had finally managed to get their junior to face Yan Shouyi, so they expected him to get revenge.
"Yan Guochao, properly deal with Yan Shouyi for us!!" someone shouted from the audience.