They Haven't Given Up

Wang Chi couldn't believe that Wang Zichong's Soul-Corrupting Technique had actually been broken by the opponent.

"Hahaha! Brother Wang, it seems that your mental strength cultivation methods aren't that great either!"

Ning Kai couldn't help but laugh when he saw this.

He felt incredibly satisfied inwardly. During the last martial arts tournament, Shi Yao, the senior disciple of the Power Faction, was defeated precisely because of the mental attacks from Wang Taolue, the senior disciple of the Spirit Hall.

When the two met, it wasn't even the finals yet, which ultimately led to Shi Yao's early defeat, dropping him out of the top ten.

Seeing their technique fail today, and considering that Xu Mu was also a body cultivator, he subconsciously treated Xu Mu as one of his own.

"If it hits once, it will hit a second time," Wang Chi said calmly.

Down in the arena.

Xu Mu hopped lightly and instantly appeared in front of Wang Zichong. "I've let you make several moves just now; now it's my turn."

Wang Zichong immediately retreated, only to find that Xu Mu was still right in front of him.

As if seeing a ghost, he began to attack Xu Mu frantically.

Xu Mu kept one hand in his pocket, perfectly dodging the attacks every single time.

As for the Lightning Garment Spell on Wang Zichong's body and the lightning power it released, Xu Mu completely ignored it.

Facing thunder and lightning head-on had always been his creed.

Slap!

Then, another slap landed on Wang Zichong's face.

After striking, Xu Mu leisurely dodged the incoming attacks and even took a moment to fix his hair.

"Fuck!"

Wang Zichong's eyes practically split open with rage. He attacked Xu Mu like a madman, but Xu Mu stuck close to his body the entire time.

Not only could he dodge every attack, but he could also keep slapping him.

In just a short amount of time, Wang Zichong had already taken over a dozen slaps.

Moreover, Xu Mu hit the same side every time, causing his face to swell up.

Actually, everyone present knew, including Wang Zichong himself.

If Xu Mu's slaps were replaced with a blade, the battle would have ended long ago. But he deliberately chose to use slaps.

Obviously, he was humiliating him.

Wang Zichong was furious, his mentality having collapsed long ago, his face completely twisted.

He couldn't land a hit, nor had he fainted. He couldn't just surrender, could he?

"Enough! Admit defeat!"

Wang Chi's voice came from above.

Hearing this, Wang Zichong clenched his fists tightly and stared death at Xu Mu. "I surrender!"

After saying that, he angrily walked off the arena.

If he didn't avenge this grudge, he swore he was not a man.

The surrounding spectators erupted into cheers.

Many people knew of Wang Zichong's reputation. Relying on his status, he oppressed others and forced many beautiful women into marriage.

Most of the audience present were not from the Five Great Sects, and neither was Xu Mu, so they projected themselves onto Xu Mu.

The Five Great Sects weren't so untouchable after all; wasn't one of them just beaten up by someone who wasn't from the Five Great Sects?

Xu Mu was surprised to find this time that, apart from the girls around him, he also gained some justice points from the other spectators in the arena.

However, most of their Destiny Levels were only 1, and the favorability they provided was only a point or two.

"This Xu Mu is not worthy of being a disciple of our orthodox factions!"

Above the white clouds, Wang Chi clenched his fists tightly.

There was a ball of fire in his heart too. Xu Mu was one reason, and Wang Zichong was another.

Clearly, when he had controlled Xu Mu earlier, he could have struck first and finished him off immediately.

Yet Wang Zichong deliberately showed off, swaggering towards Xu Mu, giving him the time to break free.

"Brother Wang, I'm a man who likes to tell the truth. The grudge between those two is Wang Zichong's fault!"

Ning Kai had already learned from Ning Mei exactly what had happened and took the initiative to speak up.

It was Wang Zichong who looked for trouble with the women around Xu Mu, which started the grudge.

Later, he incited Zhao Kun to deal with Xu Mu, which led to the conflict between the Power Faction and them.

Originally, Wang Chi wanted to argue, but Ning Kai brought up Yao Dingli. Fortunately, Yao Dingli had appeared right when Wang Zichong was about to make a move.

At this moment, everyone's eyes also turned to Yao Dingli.

Yao Dingli nodded slightly. "I did see Wang Zichong preparing to attack Xu Mu and the others earlier, and I ended up stopping him."

"Senior only saw that Wang Zichong was about to attack, but you don't know why he attacked. Maybe the Righteous Evil Sect provoked him first."

Wang Chi crossed his arms and sat back down. "A loss is a loss, I have nothing to say."

But he had memorized this grudge.

The reason the Five Great Sects became top-tier was not because of these younger generations, but because of their underlying foundations.

For the younger generation to become top-tier, it would take at least decades.

During these decades, there were too many variables.

How many named geniuses had died a tragic early death, ultimately fading from everyone's memories?

...

After his victory, Xu Mu returned to his seat.

The spectators outside the arena were still discussing endlessly. Among them, many top experts from the major sects also looked in Xu Mu's direction.

Originally, Xu Mu was negligible in their eyes.

But from this moment on, he had completely become a threat to everyone.

Wang Zichong had been famous for a long time and had just reached the Grandmaster Perfection stage, but Xu Mu was able to completely suppress such an opponent.

Judging from the degree of this suppression, an ordinary peak Grandmaster Perfection expert couldn't achieve it.

"Even Wang Zichong wasn't his match. No wonder I lost."

Shui Lingxi was currently sitting beside Bai Qingyuan, resting her cheeks on her hands, her eyes gazing at Xu Mu in the distance. "Still, this Xu Mu's fighting style is so handsome."

"All of Wang Zichong's attacks were seen through by him, which is why his movements look so elegant," Bai Qingyuan said calmly. "My feelings were indeed right; this man is very strong."

On the Kunlun Mountain side, a young man wearing a loose Daoist robe that exposed a large portion of his chest was leaning against the back of his chair.

He tilted his head back, eyes closed, mouth open, and was fast asleep.

A middle-aged woman sitting in the row behind him picked up her folding fan and smacked the man hard on the head.

"Ah!"

The man snapped his eyes open, wiped his drool, and opened his sleepy eyes. "Is it my turn again? Did the other side not surrender?"

"Jiang Cisui! Another expert has emerged. Watch his fighting style more closely," the middle-aged woman in the back row said coldly.

Jiang Cisui rubbed his eyes, turned his head, and smiled. "Elder, I already know his attack patterns. What's the point of fighting him?"

After saying that, he yawned again, tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and went back to sleep.

Sitting nearby, Wang Fugui glanced at Jiang Cisui and smiled.

This eldest senior brother was the same as always.

At this time, two names appeared on the field again.

Meng Wanyue, Yun Yao.

However, Meng Wanyue chose to decline the battle, so the system continued to select an opponent for Meng Wanyue.

Shi Yao.

Meng Wanyue chose to decline again. With her two chances used up, she couldn't decline anymore.

The last name appeared.

Jiang Cisui.

Wang Fugui seeing this, shook his head slightly. It seemed that the people on Xu Mu's side had bad luck.

But right at this moment, his eyes widened suddenly. Meng Wanyue in the distance actually stepped onto the arena.

Smack!

The middle-aged woman behind him smacked Jiang Cisui on the head again.

"Ouch! I told you I didn't want to watch..."

"It's your turn to go up!"

A woman's voice came from behind him, "She hasn't given up yet."

"What?"

Jiang Cisui opened his eyes and looked at the woman on the field.