The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 188 Disqualification
"Sigh... What a pity, those two guys got the upper hand!"

After the others recovered from their injuries, they were all eager to try it out after listening to Elder Liu Yidao's explanation.

Unfortunately, the persimmons that I thought were the softest had already been picked by someone else, leaving me with two tough ones!

Before……

Ke Wei suffered a crushing defeat against Cheng Ye!
Ye Hui suffered a crushing defeat against Kuang Tu!

According to the rules of the challenge: if Ke Wei wants to challenge, he can only choose Kuang Tu, and if Ye Hui wants to fight, he can only choose Cheng Ye! If this continues, won't the two of them be on track for a winning start?

Two losses in a row!?

"Ye Hui, Ke Wei, if you two keep dawdling, I'll just declare you forfeited!"

"Go, go... Elder Liu, please calm down, we'll go right now!"

Seeing the kind-faced old man's displeased expression, the two immediately put on mournful faces and reluctantly leaped onto the first and second arenas respectively. It was practically forcing them to jump into a fire pit!
"Bam—!"

Instantly, sparks flew across the arena, smoke and dust mingled with rubble, and the entire dueling arena was filled with the buzzing and ear-piercing sound of explosions.

The other disciples stared wide-eyed with excitement, not blinking an eye. Their intimidating expressions suggested they were completely free of fatigue!

"Take this!" A surge of energy erupted as a ferocious sword was about to strike. Just before it landed, the slender man roared, abruptly shifting his sword and deftly dodging the two swords clashing. A sense of impending doom washed over both of them simultaneously.

"You're courting death!" Seeing that Gou Bushou neither dodged nor avoided his Windless Blade, but instead took the opportunity to deliberately thrust his sword straight at Xu Peng's chest, Xu Peng's face immediately turned ugly, and his heart burned with rage.

"Hiss! This is going to be used: "
Is it a strategy of trading blows for blows?

Everyone quickly turned their attention away from the other arenas and were taken aback when they saw what was happening on arena number three: It's just a match, why go to such lengths, making it seem like a life-or-death struggle!

Except for a very few people, they naturally did not know that Gou Bushou and Xu Peng also had a deep grudge, which was almost irreconcilable.

"Bang~...!" A crisp collision sound rang out, and when he saw his sword fall on the other party, it seemed to be stuck by something.

Immediately, a wisp of cloth fluttered down, and the sharp edge pierced through the outer garment on the chest. A look of horror flashed in the eyes of the aloof man. He quickly turned to the side, drew his sword, and retreated rapidly, narrowly dodging the sharp sword that was coming from Gou Bushou's hand.

"Eight-fold Golden Thread—!" A chorus of exclamations came from the VIP seats. This time, the elders were quite knowledgeable and recognized what the slender man was wearing.

The disciples below erupted in a clamor that drowned out the sounds of battle raging on the arenas, revealing the intense excitement burning within them.

"Could it be that he gave it to you?"

After calming down, the elders' expressions flickered as they glanced sideways at the man in black sitting next to Feng Yuqing, their minds filled with speculation.

If Zhu Bupang were the only one with a high-level magic weapon, that would be understandable; perhaps it was just his personal stroke of luck. After all, such things are not uncommon, and Kuang Tu is a typical example of a fortuitous encounter.

But now, these two usually inconspicuous disciples have not only made it to the finals, but they have also brought out high-level magic weapons of the eighth rank one after another.

It should be noted that even most eighth-level experts may not possess a high-grade magic weapon.

This raises the question of where their weapons came from!

"Junior Brother Feng, you can also... refine weapons!?" The woman in white was very curious and couldn't help but ask the man in black.

Aside from Feng Ling, whom Zhu Bupang and his companion always called "boss," Leng Ningshuang couldn't think of any other possibility that could allow Zhu Bupang and his companion to obtain a high-level magic weapon!
The main reason is that Leng Ningshuang knows Feng Ling's true level, which makes it easy for her to fall into the trap of mythologizing Feng Ling and speculating about everything based on him.

However, she was right!
"Feng Ling, did you really create this?!"

Hearing this, Feng Yuqing spoke up. Leng Ningshuang's words voiced the doubts in the minds of everyone in the VIP seats, and their eyes immediately lit up with excitement.

"It's just a joke, nothing to mention, and it doesn't deserve your attention!" Seeing all the elders looking at him so intently, Feng Ling felt uncomfortable and quickly waved his hand awkwardly with a smile.

"Hiss!" The elders gasped, then, seeing the black-clad man's calm expression, they all rolled their eyes.

He cursed inwardly, "That's... a high-grade eighth-rank magic weapon! And you actually told me it was something you just casually crafted for fun?!"

On the Ghost Spirit Continent, weapon refiners have always been extremely rare, making this profession even more prestigious than Ghost Spirit Masters. However, every powerful weapon refiner is undoubtedly a Ghost Spirit Master with a profound level of skill.

Therefore, all major sects would offer generous conditions to recruit advanced weapon refiners above the eighth level. If the weapon refiner was at the legendary level, they would be the object of small-scale wars between major sects to compete for them.

Take the Jade Purity Sect for example. According to Ling Weiyun's clone, there are only a dozen or so advanced weapon refiners and three legendary weapon refiners in the sect. There may be more, but it is not much different, which shows how rare they are.

"Junior Brother Feng, amazing!" Xiang Qiubai's heart stirred, and he cast an admiring glance at the man in black, while the other core disciples were also speechless with amazement.

"Pfft—Junior brother, you really are a genius!"

The woman in white's eyes flickered, but she quickly concealed the gleam. Then, as if remembering something, she couldn't help but secretly send a teasing message.

In his heart, however, he muttered to the elders who were still unable to calm down, "If you knew that he was also a high-level alchemist, you would probably be so angry that you would pluck out your ugly white beards without hesitation!"

Leng Ning Shuang didn't know why she thought that way. Perhaps it was because she truly loathed people like withered old men with white beards...

"Senior sister, you flatter me! I'm just a jack-of-all-trades and master of none!" Hearing the teasing voice transmission, Feng Ling shook his head and smiled bitterly. He naturally knew what Leng Ningshuang meant by "all-rounder".

"Feng Ling, after the inner sect competition ends, come to the Jade Purity Hall. I have something to tell you...!"

The man in the purple and gold crown remained expressionless as he gazed at the four arenas below, seemingly unchanged from beginning to end.

"Yes, Sect Master!"

The man in black had a thought and replied telepathically. Since Feng Tianjue wanted to see him, it must be something important, so he wisely refrained from asking.

However, based on his understanding of the Jade Purity Sect Master and what had just happened, Feng Ling could roughly guess some of the reasons.

"Have you finally...gone with me?"

The man in black slightly pursed his lips, then withdrew his gaze and frowned as he watched the slender disciple who was pressing forward with his advantage, clearly having noticed something unusual.

"Hmm? Not good!" After carefully sensing the situation, Feng Ling was startled and quickly sent a telepathic warning to the slender man who had gained the upper hand, "He's not thin, retreat quickly...!"

Originally, Gou Bushou was firmly suppressing Xu Peng, but it was clear that his opponent was struggling more and more and was showing obvious signs of defeat.

If we press on with our momentum, we'll take them down sooner or later!
"Uh... why do you want to return it!?"

Once again, Gou Bushou repelled his opponent with a sword strike, stopping his charge. He muttered something under his breath, a sentence that nearly infuriated Feng Ling. Fortunately, to Feng Ling's relief, just as he was about to speak again, Gou Bushou, though puzzled, did as he was told.

If it were anyone else, they would never be willing to turn back and give up when they were about to achieve success!

Trusting Feng Ling, Gou Bushou followed Feng Ling's instructions and retreated. It was in this way that his life was saved.

"Want to leave? Not so easy...!" Just as the thin man withdrew and retreated, Xu Peng, who had been dodging, suddenly stopped, his face turning extremely ferocious, and charged forward.

Look at that amazing explosive power, where is the tired look he had when he was suppressed?

"Bang!..."

With a soft sound, the aloof man, who had been flashing closer, switched to holding a sword in his left hand and suddenly pulled out a handful of powder from behind his back with his tightly clenched right hand. Almost without hesitation, he sprinkled the powder on the slender man in front of him, whose eyes showed horror.

"Whoosh...!" Powder filled the air and flew over. Gou Bushou saw that things were not going well and quickly retreated, trying to get away from this dangerous area.

Unexpectedly, the other party, seeing they had seized an opportunity, gleamed with delight. Immediately, the subsided hurricane raged again, whipping up countless tiny white particles that enveloped the slender man from all directions…

"Anesthetic powder!" Gou Busou cried out in alarm as the pungent odor filled his bulging nostrils, caught in a white hurricane. Although he held his breath in time, a small amount was still inhaled.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of dizziness, accompanied by numbness, surged through his body. Instantly, the thin disciple felt his brain buzzing and froze on the spot.

"Hmph! Let's see how you dodge this time!" Manipulating his sharp sword, he swiftly attacked Gou Busou, who was stunned in place. The arrogant man sneered, a barely perceptible bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes.

Immediately, Xu Peng turned the blade of the Windless Blade in his hand and thrust it towards Gou Busou's head.

Clearly, Gou Bu Shou was wearing a high-level defensive magic weapon. Xu Peng knew that attacking the body was useless, so he turned to attack the head, a vital point.

"Don't lose weight, wake up!" Seeing that things were not going well, a huge but very subtle spiritual power suddenly came out from the man in black, which made the Jade Purity Sect Master slightly startled.

With Feng Ling's loud shout, all the disciples came back to their senses and looked at the arena, their eyes flashing with horror.

"hateful!"

With Feng Ling's help, Gou Bushou quickly woke up. Seeing that the sharp sword was less than a meter away from him, he cursed inwardly and gritted his teeth as he glanced behind him unwillingly.

At this point, there was no time to defend; it seemed that retreating was the only option available...

retreat……,
He fell off the edge of the ring! Gou Bushou was deeply resentful at ending the match so ignominiously.

No refund required...
If the other party succeeds and stabs you in the head, the consequences are obvious and anyone can imagine them!
"Forget it! A true man's revenge is never too late! Besides, what does it matter if I lose or win? It's just an empty title, nothing is more important than my life!"

After thinking it through, the thin man exhaled a breath of stale air, and seemed to feel much lighter.

No longer dwelling on things that were as fleeting as clouds, Gou Bushou took a step back and gave the grinning man with the sword a meaningful look.

"Whoosh...!" Then, when the sword was twenty centimeters above his head, Gou Bushou decisively jumped off the edge of the arena.

"Good lad! He's got the makings of something great!"

The withered old man let out a loud shout without any attempt to hide it. After a moment of stunned silence, all the elders looked at the slender man who landed steadily with admiration.

After Gou Busou took the stage, although he kept it to himself, Ling Weiyun's clone knew that Gou Busou's hatred for Xu Peng was no less than that for Zhu Bupang.

At this moment, his ability to make this concession was not only due to letting go of hatred, but also an elevation of his state of mind! Of course, "letting go" here means seeing through things clearly, not truly letting go, and certainly not the same as letting go.

"Haha! I won, I won!" The grinning man, who had stopped at the edge of the arena and missed with his sword, was stunned for a moment before laughing triumphantly.

"You damn dog, if you've got the guts, don't try to run away!"

Previously, Xu Peng had never realized that winning a game could make him so happy!
but……,
Xu Peng has clearly overlooked something!
"If I don't lose weight, I'll win!"

An aged figure descended from the sky, landing in front of the thin man. After nodding approvingly at him, the figure announced the results of the competition in front of everyone.

"Why, why...!?" Upon hearing Elder Liu Yidao announce the outcome, all the disciples were stunned, and Xu Peng himself was particularly emotional.

As if possessed, he roared hysterically at the old man below, "I refuse to accept this! I protest...!"

The protests echoed through the air, and the noisy scene fell eerily quiet. Even the other fighters on the other stages hastened their victories.

"Kuang Tu has won!"

"Zhu Bupang wins!"

"Cheng Ye, you win!"

……

Immediately afterward, Elder Liu suppressed his anger and stepped forward to announce the results of the match. He didn't even glance at the crazed man kneeling and scratching his head on the third arena.

"Protest denied!"
Inner disciple Xu Peng,

"Abuse of poison in the final..."

After a few minutes of silence, the kind-faced old man's gaze turned icy cold as he glanced upwards at the arrogant man with bloodshot eyes and sneered:

Such despicable behavior is truly contemptible.

Due to suspected violations and misconduct.

Therefore...,
Disqualified from the finals!

Furthermore, the punishment...
Seven days of facing the wall on the seventh floor of the Ghost-Locking Tower!

Before he finished speaking, several seventh-rank deacons who had been waiting for a long time immediately understood and swiftly stepped forward to capture the aloof man.

Then, under the watchful eyes of thousands of people, the group escorted the distraught, arrogant man away.

Amidst the myriad troubles and disturbances of the world, may the sages bring you, the readers, a pure land for your souls.

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