The protagonist stole my spiritual root? Hey, heroine, give birth to me!

"Oh? You're quite clever; that's a good idea indeed." An arrogant voice rang out.

Upon hearing this, everyone stopped fighting and turned their gaze to the center of the arena.

A young man dressed in a white robe slowly walked onto the arena.

He wore a smile, exuding a powerful aura and arrogance that made people afraid to look him in the eye.

"Yes, it's Lin Tiancheng, the senior disciple of the Divine Wind Sect! He actually came to participate in the sect's grand meeting!"

"Heavens! He is the number one expert among the younger generation in our Zhou Kingdom. His strength is unfathomable. This sect conference will probably be his!"

"But why did he come to participate this time? Wasn't he already the undisputed number one? He didn't participate in the previous sect competitions either, so why is he here now..." someone wondered.

"I think the answer should be the reward for first place. Maybe he knows a lot of things that we don't, like this reward!"

"Well, it seems that Chen Xuan of the Xuan Yang Sect has little hope in this sect conference!" Some people gloated.

Seeing the crowd discussing amongst themselves, Chen Xuan also turned his gaze to Lin Tiancheng.

"If they're not strong enough, they don't deserve to advance. I'm drawing this circle to protect them!"

"Then I'll draw one too." Lin Tiancheng glanced at Chen Xuan and drew a circle not far from him.

"Like him, whoever goes in dies. He'll go easy on them, but I won't."

"Senior Brother, then what about us..." a disciple from Shenfeng Village asked Lin Tiancheng.

"You? Do whatever you want. Chen Xuan is right. You're not strong enough to advance! Even if I can protect you until the top 32, the rest are not for you to touch!"

"Yes."

The disciples of the Divine Wind Sect left dejectedly.

Seeing that the two of them were drawing circles, many arrogant people naturally followed suit and started drawing circles as well, including Zhao Tianming.

As the "protagonist," he has everything that others should have, so how could he possibly lack it!

……

Soon, small groups appeared on the field, all of them players from the same sect banding together.

Then the entire arena became very harmonious, and there was no place for fighting anymore.

Since everyone is a group, the sect that starts fighting first will definitely suffer the most. Even if they defeat other small groups, they will suffer heavy losses and be eliminated by others, which is obviously unacceptable.

But if things continue like this, with no one being eliminated, it's not really appropriate. There are only 32 spots available, and if you don't fight, you'll never advance. Everyone is just waiting for someone else to make the first move.

"Huh? It's Chen Xuan! Has he recovered his cultivation?" In the distance, a shocked voice came from the Qingyang Sect's small group. The person was Wang Teng.

"It's good that you've recovered your cultivation. Qin Feng didn't come to this competition, so you'll be the one to avenge him last time! After all, you're his father!" With that, he began to urge his teammates on.

"That's not a good idea. I know the chief disciple of the Iron Fist Sect. Most people in the early stage of the Golden Core realm are no match for him, but Chen Xuan can defeat him with a single punch. If we want to take him down, it will be extremely difficult! Even if we do manage to take him down, we'll be vulnerable to sneak attacks from others!"

His teammates were clearly not stupid.

Just as Wang Teng was about to say something more, his teammate suddenly pointed at Zhao Tianming.

"Look at that arrogant kid over there. Although I can't tell his exact cultivation level, I always feel that he's very weak and is just showing off his limited skills in front of an expert! And the moment I saw him, I felt an immediate dislike for him, and I immediately had the urge to kick him off the stage!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Teng looked in that direction, and sure enough, he had the same thought.

He even felt a sense of disgust towards Zhao Tianming. He thought Zhao Tianming was trash, yet he dared to pretend to be an expert. He had to go up and mock him, and slap him in the face!

"Senior brother, you're right. Zhao Tianming from that second-rate sect seems easier to deal with. He's just trash, yet he dares to act like something none of us would dare to do! We brothers must go and slap him in the face!"

Upon hearing this, the others pondered for a moment and finally nodded, agreeing with Wang Teng's assessment. Since Zhao Tianming wanted to show off, they would let him suffer a bit, so he would understand that pretending to be an expert came at a price.

As for Chen Xuan, he's a tough nut to crack, and they don't want to provoke him.

And so, the group quickly reached an agreement and headed toward Zhao Tianming.

"Boy, you are so crazy!"

"Even we don't dare to draw a circle, yet you, from a small, second-rate sect, dare to be so arrogant!"

"If you know what's good for you, get off the stage yourself, or we'll have to make a move!"

Several disciples of the Qingyang Sect began to mock and ridicule Zhao Tianming.

Seeing this, Zhao Tianming frowned slightly. He hadn't expected that trouble would come knocking on his door even though he hadn't gone looking for it.

However, he was no pushover either; he didn't take these nobody seriously.

"roll!"

Zhao Tianming didn't say much, but coldly uttered a single word.

"Hey, you're really asking for death!" Seeing Zhao Tianming's blatant disrespect, Wang Teng and his group immediately flew into a rage and attacked.

In an instant, all sorts of martial arts techniques and magical treasures bombarded Zhao Tianming.

Seeing this, Zhao Tianming smiled slightly, stood still, and remained calm.

"This kid's scared out of his wits, he forgot to dodge!"

"Haha, serves you right, this is what happens when you pretend to be an expert!"

Seeing that Zhao Tianming remained motionless, the disciples of Qingyang Sect assumed he had been frightened into a stupor and immediately burst into laughter.