Chapter 30: Who's Actually Fighting a Match Seriously With You!

"Ren Yidao, hahahaha, you are nothing more than this!"

The tall youth panted heavily; although he was drenched in sweat, the excitement in his eyes could not be suppressed at all.

He had done it...

He had really done it!

"Nine chimes of the bell? A Heaven-favored child of the sect? Just this!?"

Bah!

The higher-ups of the sect are truly blind, actually treating him like a treasure and ignoring me!

What a bunch of people without eyes.

"But it doesn't matter anymore."

"I have already proven that I am the true Heaven-favored child!"

Hahahaha!

Bare-chested, with a wild ox totem tattooed on his back and arms thicker than an ordinary person's thighs, the youth raised his arms and shouted:

"From today on, I, Niu Rixing, am the sect's true Heaven-favored child!"

Whatever Luoyue Peak's Ren Yidao, whatever Lieyan Peak's Zuo Yungui, all of you get out of my way.

We of Tuling Peak are the strongest!

"Hahaha... eh? Why aren't you laughing?"

Huh?

Isn't that right?

As Niu Rixing laughed, he suddenly discovered that things had become strange; the audience, who had been cheering for him just a moment ago, were now terrifyingly quiet.

They stared straight at him, as if looking at some magical creature.

What is wrong?

Why aren't you happy for me?

And among the crowd facing Niu Rixing, Tuling Peak Peak Master Teng Junwei looked helpless, and watching him in this state, he finally couldn't help but curse angrily:

"You blockhead! Stop embarrassing yourself here! Turn around and look, damn it!"

Turn around?

Turn... around for what?

Niu Rixing turned his head in confusion and saw a scene he could not accept.

The ground beside him was riddled with holes and in a mess, but behind him, it was a completely different scene.

Ren Yidao, who should have been ravaged and beaten to a pulp by him, not only had clothes without a single tear, but his hair was not even messy.

Most outrageously, he was even sitting cross-legged on the ground at this moment, with a set of antique tea sets placed in front of him.

The youth held a cup of fragrant tea obediently, carefully blowing on the heat.

"Hoo, hoo... *slurp*, ha."

He smacked his lips, spat out two tea leaves, and nodded to himself.

Good tea!

Senior Brother Jian's taste is still quite good.

I'll go borrow some more from him next time.

Nonsense, how is that called stealing?

Between senior and junior brothers, isn't this very normal?

Besides, when I took it away, didn't Jian Xinxin not object?

And looking at this scene, even if Niu Rixing's brain wasn't very bright, he understood that he had completely become a laughingstock.

"Illusion Technique!?"

Everything just now was actually just an illusion?

Niu Rixing felt like he was going to collapse.

He had thrashed and fought in the illusion just now, exhausting all his strength; what did that scene look like in the eyes of others?

At the thought that he had just had a fierce fight with the air while talking non-stop... Niu Rixing wanted to expel himself from the sect.

This life is unbearable!

Niu Rixing wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and asked Ren Yidao with grief and indignation:

"When did you use the Illusion Technique?"

Even if he died, he had to die knowing the truth!

I was clearly guarding against it the whole time, how could I still fall for it?

"Oh?"

Hearing such a standard sentence structure, Ren Yidao immediately perked up.

Putting down the teacup, Ren Yidao raised his hand to slick his hair back into a pompadour and spoke with a light laugh:

"At what point did you get the illusion that I hadn't used an Illusion Technique?"

"Foster Father, what did you mean by that just now?"

Having entered the sect for barely half a month, Yu Yu's vision was truly insufficient to support her in understanding the match.

But it didn't matter; she was mainly here to join in the fun.

It's so interesting, just like visiting a temple fair!

After half a month of subtle cultivation, she had gradually begun to get used to calling Ren Yidao "Foster Father."

Taking the towel handed over by Yu Yu, Ren Yidao wiped the hands he had wetted while tidying up the tea set and smiled:

"It's nothing, just completing a small life goal."

This is romance, my daughter!

There are some classic lines that one must always find an opportunity to say once in a lifetime.

Although Yu Yu still could not understand Ren Yidao's words, since Foster Father said so... then naturally there was his reasoning.

Leading Yu Yu through the surrounding spectators, Ren Yidao felt the different gazes around him.

There were those of praise, and likewise those of doubt.

This was not Ren Yidao's first match; in fact, proceeding to today, it was already the fourth.

But just like the previous three matches, Ren Yidao's performance still left those observing him completely baffled.

No matter what kind of opponent he faced, no matter what the opponent excelled at, he only ever used one Illusion Technique.

Relying on powerful spiritual strength, he made his opponents sink into a nearly real illusion, and then they would lose the match themselves.

One trick, used everywhere.

The Elders and Peak Masters could see the knack in this, and were even clearer that to achieve such a level, what was required was a disparity in strength that could be called tragic.

But for disciples whose strength and vision were only at the Human Realm, such matches were not only boring, but also incomprehensible.

There were already some voices circulating in secret within the sect, questioning whether those defeated disciples were throwing the matches.

Regarding this situation, the sect's upper echelons did not come forward to explain.

Explain what?

When they grow up, they will be able to understand for themselves how ridiculous they are now.

It is also hoped that at that time, they will be able to use this to motivate themselves to work hard to enrich their own vision.

The voices of the outside world had always been of no concern to Ren Yidao; compared to those doubts, he was more curious about who his next performance's guest collaborator would be.

"Only three rounds left, let me see, who is the next opponent?"

Oh?

"Lingxu Peak, Duan Xiaoling."

Lingxu Peak, the only main peak in the Divine Path Sect that specialized in the cultivation of spiritual strength.

And as the daughter of the Peak Master, Duan Xiaoling was likewise a standout among the Human Realm disciples.

She was also the Human Realm disciple with the strongest spiritual strength before Ren Yidao made a name for himself.

"Xiao Ling? Is it finally going to be a bit interesting?"

Jing Yueqin, who had grown tired of watching the matches, also perked up after hearing this result and smiled:

"You must not bully Xiao Ling too much, otherwise I won't be able to answer to Duan~"

Lingxu Peak Peak Master Duan Hong was one of Jing Yueqin's few close friends, whose main business was year-round taking in wandering Peak Masters who had been kicked out of Luoyue Peak...

Upon seeing this result, Ren Yidao frowned and began to think hard about his next strategy:

"Let me think, what dark history does she have?"

"Does singing off-key count? No, the lethality is too low."

"Liked to pee standing up when she was little... also no, that influence is too bad."

"..."

Thinking left and right, Ren Yidao could not think of a deck with appropriate intensity.

Helpless, he had to accept the pathetic fact:

"In other words, are only cruel options like crossing swords left!!?"

How could it be like this!

How did it fall into such a miserable situation as it is now!

Annoyed by his muttering to himself, Jing Yueqin rolled her eyes and mumbled:

"Otherwise, what do you think the Sect Grand Competition is for? A spring outing?"

Hmm.

Ren Yidao was greatly shocked:

"Ah?"

"Isn't it?"