Chapter 122: i will make you suffer


    Just after Xiao Zuiji returned, he was arranged to fight in a match. This made him feel quite excited.


    Ye Xingchen wasnt interested in the least, preparing to take a bath.


    Xingchen, Jun Changxiao called out to him. Youll go up for the fourth match and let this Lord see how your strength has progressed during the outside cultivation.


    <em>Hateful!</em>


    <em>Unexpectedly making this Emperor go fight with a kid!</em>


    Although he was upset, Ye Xingchen stopped walking and nced at the Star Cloud Sect disciple, his gaze filled with the intense disdain of a Martial Emperor.


    Song Cai swept the two neers a look, then lightly said, Sect Head Jun, your two disciples look very weary. Sending them on stage, isnt that a bit too casual?


    It was originally very casual, Jun Changxiao said.


    This tone, this meaning.


    Just like he hadnt taken the Star Cloud Sect seriously from the beginning.


    You Song Cai forcefully restrained his anger, saying, If Sect Head Jun does not think that my Star Cloud Sect is intentionally bullying, you can have them go on stage.


    Hahaha.


    Certainly an earnest wish.


    Xiao Zuiji did not change his uniform, dragging his dirt-covered body onto the stage. He made a slight bow, Xiao Zuiji.


    The Star Cloud Sect disciple sized him up. So you are the champion of the Sect Competition.


    Then, he contemptuously sped his hands. Zhang Ye.


    In Zhang Yes opinion, this guy did not even open any meridians, so winning the championship was entirely Heavens luck. If he had participated himself, he would certainly have beaten this guy into a dog.


    That might be true. Based on Xiao Zuijis strength during thepetition, he probably would have met tragedy at the hands of a Fourth Stage Martial Apprentice.


    But now


    Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!


    After the match started, the Star Cloud Sect disciple named Zhang Ye was violently smacked around the stage by Xiao Zuiji and his strong physical body.


    If the boombox was turned on, the Learn to Meow song would fit this asion quite well.


    Putong!


    Zhang Ye spun for a few seconds, then fell down, foaming at the mouth.


    As for that arrogant and contemptuous expression from a moment ago, it had long been reced by a dead fish face; the disciple had been beaten so badly he developed a trauma.


    [Ding! Disciples tyrannically beat Star Cloud Sects disciples 3/5]


    Not bad, not bad.


    Jun Changxiao was filled with satisfaction. This journey outside, the improvement is remarkable.


    After solving his opponent, Xiao Zuiji stepped off the stage. Sect Head, Im going for a bath.


    Go on, go on, Jun Changxiao said.


    Song Cai was dumbfounded.


    The disciple he sent was Fourth Stage Martial Apprentice, while the Ironbone Sect disciple was only a Meridian Opening Stage Six!


    Xiao Zuijis cultivation base was weak, but since he had opened his meridians, he could gather spirit power into his body. With the energy coordinating with his tempered body, his battle capabilities soared.


    Fourth Stage Martial Apprentice?


    Sorry, that was just a sandbag.


    Losing 3 out of 5 matches Alliance Chief Qin asking the Star Cloud Sect to exchange with the Ironbone Sect can be considered as losing more face.


    Jun Changxiao asked, Elder Song, should we continue?


    Continue! Song Cai growled.


    He had indeed lost, but if he won the following two, the score would be 2:3, which would help him save some face!


    Xingchen, go on stage, Jun Changxiao ordered.


    Ye Xingchen coldly snorted and stepped onto the stage. He pointed at the Fifth Stage Martial Apprentice, who was supposed to appearst, and sneered, You, get your ass over here.


    Directly choosing the strongest, Brother Chen was very efficient.


    Said Star Cloud Sect disciple nced at Song Cai. After getting a confirmation, he stepped onto the stage, vision filled with contempt as he looked at Ye Xingchen.


    He was the strongest of the five disciples Song Cai brought. To be able to break through to Fifth Stage Martial Apprentice before age 20, he was indeed quite outstanding.


    However.


    Disdain Su Xiaomo, disdain Tian Qi, that was no problem. But he had just disdained the once Night Emperor of the Ten Great Martial Emperors!


    This issue was serious!


    Ye Xingchen, who didnt have any interest in fighting with brats, saw that gaze filled with contempt and his expression immediately darkened.


    He clenched his fists and coldy said, Brat, I will make you suffer.


    Bang!


    The Star Cloud Sect disciple clenched his fists and flexed. His qi erupted, howling through the air. His robe instantly tore open, revealing a gaudy chest tattoo. It could be said that he looked iparably aggressive.


    Jun Changxiao shook his head. The pants did not burst, points deducted. Not a Peppa Pig tattoo, points deducted.


    Tch.


    Ye Xingchen was condescending.


    Song Cai said, Sect Head Jun, my disciple is skilled in 32 different knife skills, should this match be an exchange with weapons?


    Okay, Jun Changxiao agreed.


    Ye Xingchens mouth twitched.


    <em>Facing a Fifth Stage Martial Apprentice, with weapons too This You should at least give me a weapon to fight with, right?</em>


    Unfortunately.


    Jun Changxiao did not n to give him a weapon. Instead, he sped his fingers together and said, This disciple of mind is adept in 72 grappling skills and is always unarmed when facing opponents.


    Ye Xingchens expression immediately turned splendid.


    The Star Cloud Sect disciple waved a hand and summoned his treasured sword from a storage ring.


    The de was not very long, simr to a watermelon-cutting knife, but it gleamed in the light and looked very sharp!


    Liu Kunlong, the disciple reported.


    Ye Xingchen did not state his name, but considered how he should face this armed Fifth Stage Martial Apprentice while he, himself, was unarmed.


    Shua! Shua! Shua!


    Liu Kunlong urately wielded his de, de aura covering his entire body. He then lifted the de with one hand, standing in the position of the Golden Rooster.


    Worthy of being skilled in 32 different knife skills, professional enough!


    Good!


    Jun Changxiao pped his hands and apuded


    Pah, pah, pah!!


    The disciples behind him also apuded, like they were watching a sword fighting performance.


    Liu Kunlong indifferently said, Since you did not state your name, I will use my de now.


    Trash, Ye Xingchen coldly responded.


    Shua!


    At this time, Liu Kunlong took a stand forward. The de in his hand was wildly swung, instantly producing numerous de intents that wove into a dense cover, seeming quite terrifying.


    Ye Xingchen retreated step by step, avoiding the des that swept over, simultaneously looking for a w in the opponents move.


    With the spirit root upgrade and a cultivation base of Meridian Twelve, his body and mind were one. Not only could he see the desing at him, he was able to avoid them ahead of time.


    But once the opponent disyed his 32 knife skills, not only did it form an attack, the airtight also protected the body; wanting to find a w to counterattack was a bit difficult.


    Shua! Shua!


    Liu Kunlongs des sped up, the afterimages increasing.


    Ye Xingchen realized if he did not solve the problem in the shortest possible time, once these des formed an inescapable around him, he could only passively wait to be sliced into ribbons.


    <em>Hateful!</em>


    <em>A mere Fifth Stage Martial Apprentice will make this Emperor lose?</em>


    Ye Xingchens anger rose and that wee bit of restored tyrannical Emperors aura instantly erupted.


    Hu, hu!


    The aura imperceptibly filled the air.


    Liu Kunlong, still disying his skills, was suddenly covered by it. He ground to a halt, his eyes filling with fear.


    At that moment, Liu Kunlong felt like his soul had suddenly crashed into Hell. His mind withstood endless suffering and his limbs went rubbery, the de falling out of his hands and ttering to the floor.


    This frightening and oppressive Martial Emperors aura was but a mere sh. When Liu Kunlong regained hisposure, he realized that his de had fallen. He bent down to pick it up, but realized that Ye Xingchen had just straightened up, the de in his hand.


    Brat, Night Emperors cold voice sounded. You cant even hold your de but dare to y with a knife before me?


    Shua!


    As he spoke, he shed with the de.


    Puchi


    A deep gash appeared on Liu Kunlongs chest, blood sttering onto the stage.


    You the disciples expression was solemn.


    Ye Xingchen stepped towards him, his voice chilling. Today, I will make you know that a de is used to cut people, not for vaudeville.


    Shua!


    The de shed down once more, sttering more blood.


    A gash was added to Liu Kunlongs chest.


    The disciple endured the severe pain and turned around to run.


    Ye Xingchen strode forward, pursuing him while continuing to wield the de.


    Puchi! Puchi!


    One de, two des, three des


    The pitiful Liu Kunlong had his weapon stolen by Ye Xingchen was the one cut by it instead, eventually lying paralyzed on the stage in a pool of blood.