Chapter 35: Lin Xiao!
“This… is this a Flame Burst Art?”
On the arena, Zhou Er struggled to open his eyes. Looking at that blazing fireball before him, his eyes were filled with dense fear.
He had never seen a Flame Burst Art this large.
Or rather, this had already left the realm of a first-tier spell entirely!
That fireball, like a great sun, instantly evaporated his Water Burst Art and pressed down toward him unstoppably!
“I yield!”
Zhou Er’s soul scattered in terror. He shouted and scrambled away in panic.
Seeing this, Lu Qingyang stirred his spiritual power and swept the Flame Burst Art to the side.
“Boom~~”
The fireball slammed outside the arena, blasting a huge crater in the surrounding White Jade Stone Bricks.
A wave of scorching heat rushed at the face, turning the faces of the disciples around the arena pale.
This top-grade Flame Burst Art was too terrifying!
Even those Foundation Establishment True Persons were holding their breath, their heartbeats accelerating.
At this moment, of the Foundation Establishment True Persons present, aside from a few, the rest all had the same thought surface in their minds.
That strike could absolutely wound them!
The moment they thought this, the way everyone looked at Lu Qingyang changed, carrying a few traces of wariness.
“Cough cough! Deacon Lu, thank you for showing mercy!”
Zhou Er walked off the arena, his face pale.
He glanced at his own body, which was severely damaged but only scorched black, and a trace of relief rose in his heart.
If he hadn’t yielded in time just now, he probably would have died on the arena!
“Cough cough cough, no matter… cough cough…”
Lu Qingyang coughed violently while looking at Zhou Er, his aura feeble.
He weakly raised his hand, wanting to cast a Dust-Clearing Art.
But halfway up, his hand only pinched out half a wind spiral before falling limply.
This scene, falling into Zhou Er’s eyes, instantly made his expression go blank, veins bulging on his forehead.
“Lu… is his spiritual power exhausted?”
“If I had held on just a bit longer, perhaps…”
Zhou Er’s face shifted.
But he was powerless to change it, only able to hate his own lack of resolve.
Seeing this, Lu Qingyang’s eyes flickered, then he put on a weak appearance and sat down cross-legged.
He began to recover spiritual power…
“This kid is a bit interesting.”
Wang Tiande seemed to have seen something, his eyes shining with brilliance.
“A true monster! The Outer Gate can actually produce such a figure this year!”
“But… if this continues, I’m afraid it’ll draw those people over…”
Wang Tiande narrowed his eyes and glanced past Flame Grass Peak to the largest mountain in the Chaotian Sect.
That was where Sun-Moon Peak was located…
In the crowd, Zhang Luanfeng watched Lu Qingyang defeat Zhou Er in a crushing manner.
His face grew even uglier.
But after seeing that Lu Qingyang couldn’t even cast a Dust-Clearing Art, his expression eased somewhat.
“Hmph, so what if his spells are a bit stronger.”
“Once your spiritual power runs dry, let’s see how you show off!”
Zhang Luanfeng let out a cold laugh.
He had already secretly decided in his heart.
When Lu Qingyang was at the end of his strength, he would definitely step onto the arena and kill him!
Even if it meant he couldn’t advance to the Inner Gate this time!
And Lu Qingyang’s clumsy scheme once again won everyone’s trust.
Another disciple jumped onto his arena.
It seemed they didn’t want to give Lu Qingyang time to breathe.
In truth, the reason the disciples all fell for the trick wasn’t their fault.
After all, in their understanding, they had never heard of a cultivator who suffered no loss after a battle.
But how could they know that Lu Qingyang, who cultivated the Hundred-Life Demonic Stratagem, with his Three Spiritual Roots, recovered nearly all his spiritual power in just a few breaths.
“Heh heh, come on, all of you. I’ll go easier this time!”
A smile played at the corner of Lu Qingyang’s mouth.
Only today did he have a vague understanding of his own combat strength.
Below Foundation Establishment, he was invincible!
“Deacon Lu, I advise you to just yield obediently, otherwise…”
“Cough cough, please show mercy, Junior Brother… cough cough…”
Lu Qingyang glanced weakly at the disciple who had stepped up, then slowly rose.
The battles continued…
At the same time, Sword Ridge Peak, a True Person’s cave residence.
Lin Ping, dressed in a green robe, had already received news of his clan brother’s defeat by Lu Qingyang.
His face was grim, a flash of anger passing through his eyes.
“Good Lu Qingyang. Even a first-tier top-grade Dharma Artifact couldn’t beat you. It seems I underestimated you!”
“Hmph!”
“But with just this, you want to catch Sun-Moon Peak’s eye? That’s far too cheap for you!”
Lin Ping let out a cold laugh, cold light flickering in his eyes.
“Someone!”
He shouted in a low voice.
Soon an old servant walked in and bowed. “Young Master, what are your orders?”
“Take this to Lin Xiao. Tell him, if he defeats Lu Qingyang, the Lin Clan’s True Person position will have a place for him!”
Lin Ping, somewhat pained, fished a blood pill from his storage bag and handed it to the old servant.
“Yes, this subordinate obeys!”
The old servant took the pill and turned to withdraw.
…
Flame Grass Peak, the slaughter continued.
Of the ten arenas, the one with the most victories was currently Li Buqun of the twelfth layer of Qi Refining.
He had already won a full eight matches.
For some reason, though everyone knew he was strong.
There was no shortage of people challenging him.
On the contrary, the grandchildren and juniors of those Outer Gate Directors and Vice Bureau Chiefs had few people going up against them.
Even when there were, it was a few harmless exchanges before they lost.
These rich kids had now accumulated five or six victories as well.
As for Lu Qingyang, after blasting away a ninth-layer Qi Refining disciple while teetering on the brink, he finally claimed his seventh victory.
“Huff… huff…”
Lu Qingyang gasped for breath, bean-sized beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.
Trembling all over, he slowly sat down, his whole body seeming to have reached its limit.
But the joy that flickered in his eyes from time to time betrayed his true condition…
Three more matches and I’ll have qualified.
And it looks like everyone believes I’m about to collapse.
I just wonder how many victories I can ultimately take!
Lu Qingyang thought to himself.
Outwardly, however, he feebly recovered spiritual power.
In fact, after several matches, Lu Qingyang had also noticed a hint of something.
That was, it seemed no strong contenders went to challenge those rich kids.
Though the matches he won weren’t exactly strenuous, his opponents had been no weaklings.
Those from the Law Enforcement Bureau and the War Execution Bureau came out with vicious killing moves, daring to trade blow for blow.
Those from the Spell Art Bureau and the Spirit Beast Bureau had endless strange moves, and their various secret techniques were rather troublesome.
This made Lu Qingyang feel something was wrong.
Could it be that the Chaotian Sect’s Peak Selection Gathering also has something fishy going on?
Lu Qingyang frowned.
If that were the case, then the waters of the Chaotian Sect were truly deep indeed.
With that thought, he couldn’t help but cast his gaze toward Li Buqun in the distance.
The man’s face was sallow, his features plain, not a trace of anything special showing.
Only the weathering and exhaustion all over his face proved he had endured many hardships.
This person… why does he feel a bit like Yang Yu’s path?
Could it be another one of those late-blooming Children of Destiny…