Chapter 759: Chapter 759: The Mad Drunkard Loose Cultivator, The Astonishing Strength of a True Disciple
“Thank you, Sect Master Ye. Since I am serving as the referee, I will surely be fair and impartial. Please rest assured, and may all under heaven be at ease!”
Mad Drunkard rose into the air with a step.
He stood between Han Yonghui and Zhou Fengyuan, stretching out his hands to both, and said with a chuckle:
“Two top geniuses, today is the auspicious day of Misty Sect’s promotion to a Four Star Level sect, and it’s inappropriate to shed blood. Therefore, matches should stop at a touch, and both sides will be limited to eight hundred rounds.”
“If no victor emerges after eight hundred rounds, it will be considered a draw.”
“How about it?”
Mad Drunkard looked left and right, as if waiting for the two’s decision.
“I have no problem with that.” Han Yonghui nodded.
“Certainly no issue here.” Zhou Fengyuan also nodded, casting a mocking look at Han Yonghui.
He was indeed instructed by someone else, so he challenged a Misty Sect disciple with the intention of crushing them.
In doing so, he aimed to sweep away Misty Sect’s dignity.
“Good, I’ll count to three, and we start immediately.”
Mad Drunkard said, stepping back, “Three, two, one and a half, one, begin!”
At “one and a half,” the entire crowd burst into laughter, having not expected Mad Drunkard to be so cheeky.
As the word “begin” left his lips, Han Yonghui and Zhou Fengyuan officially started their fight.
“Sword Shadows, bright and clear!”
A Lower Grade Spirit Treasure Flying Sword automatically unsheathed itself from behind Han Yonghui. With his left hand forming a sword gesture and his right hand grasping the Flying Sword, he slashed out hundreds of sword lights in the blink of an eye.
“Trivial tricks!”
Zhou Fengyuan brought his hands together, and his armor burst forth layer upon layer of light shields, blocking countless sword lights.
Then, he began his counterattack!
“Vast Primordial Thunder Light!”
Zhou Fengyuan suddenly opened his hands, and a massive amount of thunder light appeared in his palms. Alternating his hands at high speed, he swung them, turning the palm thunder into streaks of lightning blades that cleaved towards Han Yonghui.
Clang, clang, clang!
Han Yonghui swung his sword with his right hand to deflect the substantial thunder light, while his left hand formed a gesture, creating a sword shield to envelop himself, resisting any thunder light that slipped through, maintaining an undefeated position.
The battle went back and forth.
In no time, they had fought over a hundred rounds.
“This is all a Misty Sect disciple amounts to, huh? Just this level of skill, hahaha!” Zhou Fengyuan’s arrogance grew.
Han Yonghui remained silent.
The probing phase was over; it was time to end this sparring with a thunderous move… Han Yonghui thought to himself.
The next moment.
An invisible force enveloped Zhou Fengyuan, making him feel completely suppressed until he burst out with all his momentum to scatter this intangible force from his body.
This was Divine Sense Power!
After joining Misty Sect, Han Yonghui had sequestered himself for a time, diligently cultivating the auxiliary method “Nine Revolutions Heavenly God Technique”, reaching its Celestial chapter, and his Divine Sense Power surged.
“What divine skill is this?”
Zhou Fengyuan was shocked.
After breaking free from the oppression of the Divine Sense Power, he turned his head and suddenly realized that Han Yonghui was before him, wielding his sword forcefully as it came crashing down.
Clang!
Zhou Fengyuan had no time to dodge and was struck by the sword, causing his armor to crack. The heavy force impacted him, and he slammed hard onto the ground.
Han Yonghui pulled his strength at the last moment.
Otherwise, Zhou Fengyuan wouldn’t have just fallen to the ground, but would have been cleaved open along with his armor by the Flying Sword.
“Truly worthy of being exchanged from the Sect’s Marketplace for tens of thousands of points; indeed, very sharp!” Han Yonghui admired the Lower Grade Spirit Treasure Flying Sword in his hand lovingly.
Whoosh!
Han Yonghui hastened his descent, stepping on Zhou Fengyuan’s chest, with the tip of the Flying Sword pointed at Zhou Fengyuan’s throat.
Meanwhile.
The Divine Sense Power surged, firmly suppressing Zhou Fengyuan, and made it difficult for him to move.
“Concede!”
Han Yonghui said, smiling.
Zhou Fengyuan was very unwilling, shouting, “You cheated! Elders, I was suppressed by an invisible force; this definitely isn’t a technique from a Misty Sect disciple!”
“No cheating happened!”
But it was Mad Drunkard who spoke, taking a big swig of Dragonfolk Clan’s medicinal liquor, and explained, “This is Divine Sense Power, akin in mystery to Divine Sense, and it is precisely this battle that Misty Sect disciple Han Yonghui has won!”
Han Yonghui’s victory immediately sparked a discussion among the crowd.
“Misty Sect disciples are quite strong!”
“And this is just a Third Generation Disciple. If it were Second or First Generation, wouldn’t they be even stronger?”
The crowd was unaware that Han Yonghui was the strongest among the Third Generation Disciples, and his strength could even crush the majority of the Second-generation Disciples.
Even more so, he was on par with the weakest of the First Generation Disciples.
“Very profound Divine Sense Power, must have cultivated an exquisitely profound Auxiliary Cultivation Method,” Luo Yu Quasi-Saint murmured.
Upon hearing his voice, the crowd nodded silently.
Seeing no objections to the outcome of this match among the spectators, Zhou Fengyuan’s face turned ashen.
He slunk back to his seat, head bowed in silence.
The City Lord of Tianmiao Holy City glanced at Zhou Fengyuan, a hint of surprise flickering deep in his eyes. He hadn’t expected a disciple of Misty Sect to be so strong that even Zhou Fengyuan had lost.
However,
entrusted by Yin Rurong, he had arranged for several top talents to challenge the Misty Sect disciples and defeat them publicly. Naturally, Zhou Fengyuan wasn’t his only ace up the sleeve.
“Greetings, everyone. I am Li Mucheng. That match just now was truly an eye-opener. Li is not very skilled, but I would like to challenge any disciple of Misty Sect.”
Another person stood up.
This was a handsome young man in white robes.
His aura indicated that he had reached the peak of the Third Layer of the Divine Origin Realm.
His smile carried a hint of wicked charm, adding an alternative allure.
Many women brightened up at the sight.
“I wonder which of Misty Sect’s geniuses is willing to battle with me?” Li Mucheng soared into the sky and bowed towards the seats where the Misty Sect disciples were seated.
“Let me do it!” Wang Ping’an said with a grin, carrying his black wok up into the sky.
“A youth carrying a black wok, who is he?”
Wang Ping’an’s odd attire immediately attracted the gaze of various major powers.
“That’s Wang Ping’an, a First Generation Disciple of Misty Sect, reportedly a very impressive Alchemist.”
“Ah, an Alchemist?”
Everyone was confused.
How does an Alchemist spar?
Such cultivators usually stay in the rear, protected by countless powerful figures, just calmly practicing their alchemy.
If it were truly a spar, then it should be a contest of alchemy skills!
What’s the meaning of entering the arena to fight?
Could it be that Misty Sect has run out of people?
Or does Misty Sect think that randomly sending out an Alchemist is enough to defeat the top geniuses of other forces?
People from the major powers were puzzled.
“At the second layer of the Divine Origin Realm… Fellow Daoist, you are not my match!” Li Mucheng shook his head repeatedly.
An Alchemist who dared to challenge him, one realm lower, was asking for a loss, wasn’t he?
Li Mucheng thought as much.
“Haha, you’re right, my friend. You’re handsome and powerful with profound cultivation. I’m certainly not your match.”
“Perhaps, I might lose in just one move.”
“However, I still want to spar with you and test the power of my newly developed Berserk Explosion Pills.”
Wang Ping’an wore a mischievous smile.
“Using me as a test for your pill?” Li Mucheng was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but remembering his mission to dent Misty Sect’s spirit, he sneered and decided to fight Wang Ping’an.
In the sky,
“Three, two, one, begin!”
This time, Mad Drunkard didn’t mess around. He crisply counted down from three to one and swiftly kicked off the match.
“Kid, you brought this on yourself, don’t blame me.” Li Mucheng sneered.
He made hand seals, preparing to display Divine Skills.
“Explode for me!”
At that moment, Wang Ping’an held a Qiankun Bag in his left hand and reached into it with his right, pulling out several dozen slick black pills and pelted them at Li Mucheng.
Feeling it wasn’t enough, he hurled several more rounds.
In an instant,
Hundreds of Berserk Explosion Pills surrounded Li Mucheng, exploding one after another, causing terrifying shockwaves and accompanied by billowing black clouds that obscured everyone’s vision.
“You’re poisonous!”
From within the black clouds, Li Mucheng’s furious roar was heard, followed by his muffled groans.
Bang!
Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Li Mucheng fell to the ground from the black clouds, his clothes all torn, black smoke still ejecting from his nose.
As he coughed, black smoke also spewed from his mouth.
His body was pitch-black, as if he had been dunked in an ink vat, and he emitted a foul burnt odor.
His appearance was as pitiful as one could imagine!
“Haha, not bad for power!”
Wang Ping’an landed, beaming with smiles.
The crowd watched the scene, dumbfounded.
Although some Alchemists knew of the existence of a special kind of explosive elixir with decent power, considered a lifesaving method for Alchemists, they were not surprised to see it.
But,
Cases like Wang Ping’an, throwing out hundreds of explosive pills at once, were lavish to the point of madness!
Innumerable spectators’ jaws twitched.