Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 90: The Challenge Tournament Begins—The First Defeat

These discussions mostly happen under that news article about the campus infatuated girls, and most participants are senior students.

anwhile, the freshn are hiding under other news articles, sharing their own views and opinions.

"Hmph! Lin Ping’an! Villa No. 1 is mine! Cherish your last night!"

"Just a diocre champion, can be defeated easily."

"You may not believe this, but Lin Ping’an defeated the Three Idiots of Coastal in a flash and knocked them out!"

"The Three Idiots of Coastal? Those self-proclaid Three Heroes of Coastal idiots? They actually lost to Lin Ping’an, no wonder they’re called the Three Idiots, it’s hilarious!"

"What? We were knocked out by Lin Ping’an? I don’t believe it! No way! Don’t lie to us, soone sneaked an attack! Also, those two jerks on the fifth and sixth floor, who are you calling the Three Idiots of Coastal? Don’t ss with our nickna! Want a beating?"

"Indeed the Three Idiots, admitting their identity online! Ha!"

"Tomorrow, I’ll challenge Lin Ping’an, let’s see who’s lucky!"

"No need to fight over it, I’m the last ranked, tomorrow I’m first, I’ll take this walking jackpot!"

"Hmph! So what? You beat Lin Ping’an! I’ll beat you, and eventually, both fa and villa belong to ."

"You want to beat ? Dream on! If it weren’t for the liberal arts pulling my score down, do you really think I’d be last? My combat ability is top-notch."

"Just wait, tomorrow I’ll make you search tooth by tooth!"

"..."

Amidst discussions and banter, the animosity among the freshn intensifies, with so old students registering fake accounts to stir argunts.

After all, apart from killing exotic beasts and hunting evil martial artists, constantly hovering on the brink of life and death, they can only find amusent during the freshn’s enrollnt period.

Soon, they will mature quickly, and there won’t be so much fun left.

In the blink of an eye, the night passed.

The next morning, Lin Ping’an finished an exhausting night of training once more.

The sixth bone tempering has reached the 156th bone, completing three-quarters overall; by tomorrow, the seventh bone tempering could begin.

Getting up, heading out, first to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Today might require a lot of activity, it’s better to replenish energy in advance.

After arriving at the cafeteria, ignoring the stares of freshn, he skillfully navigated to the spacious pay-as-you-eat area.

Just as he sat down, Song Changkong appeared unexpectedly, with a fawning expression.

"Junior Lin, what would you like to eat today? Recently, I’ve crafted a new dish, only 688 rit points, want to give it a try?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Ping’an replied indifferently.

"Bring it over for a taste, the rest as usual."

Monts later, the transfer completed, Song Changkong left exuberantly.

Before leaving, he glanced at the group of freshn, speaking with a hint of disdain deliberately, in a loud voice.

"A bunch of poor fellows, what are you looking at? Co over and order if you dare!"

Upon hearing this, a few freshn couldn’t suppress their anger and wanted to stand up.

But before they could rise, their companions pulled them back down.

"Don’t act impulsively! Absolutely don’t! Last night, we found out, this senior’s na is Song Changkong, a Third Grade High Tier Realm Martial Artist, famous as King of Death at the academy, survived this long without being killed because he’s really skilled."

"Yes, yes! Those news articles we saw yesterday, he posted them."

"Can’t beat him, we really can’t, endure for now, deal with it when we’re strong enough."

"Small impatience spoils great plans, there’s also the villa challenge, let’s talk about him later."

"..."

In the following monts, the aroma in the cafeteria appeared again, the scene repeated just like the previous days.

Regardless if they’re freshn or seniors, once they finish their als, they leave, refusing to linger.

After all, the cruelest thing in the world is watching others eat while you only sll.

Moreover, when Song Changkong cooks, he intentionally amplifies the scent’s range, allowing it to be slled even near the cafeteria.

Who can stand that!

Later on, so freshn and seniors, upon approaching, sll the aroma even before entering.

Then, they turn around with dark faces and leave.

Breath-holding breakfast, might as well skip it!

Half an hour later, fully satisfied, Lin Ping’an got up to leave, preparing to end this farce as soon as possible.

...

Arriving at the central plaza, a giant arena had appeared, though no one knows when or how it was transported there.

A few minutes later, the ntors, deans, and principals who appeared yesterday showed up.

Additionally, surrounding the arena, seniors and juniors holding various weapons, snacking on seeds, setting up to enjoy a show.

After that, a ntor stepped forward to explain the rules and initiated the challenge.

"The first match, He Chuan VS Lin Ping’an."

Three breaths later, the two stepped onto the stage.

At this mont, Lin Ping’an casually toyed with the D-level Standard Alloy Long Saber, stood nonchalantly on the left.

Faint cracks were visible on the saber, it seems it might not last long.

anwhile, the other freshman nad He Chuan stood on the right, holding a Red Cherry Blossom Long Spear, his face full of excitent and boasting.

"Lin Ping’an, rember my na, He Chuan, this will beco your lifelong nightmare."

"Against you, just three strikes needed, if I can’t defeat you, I’ll concede."

Hearing this, the senior school officials on the high platform exchanged peculiar glances, with traces of pity in their eyes.

How pitiful!

You wonder if this He Chuan could withstand the blow.

Such terrible luck, just enrolled and facing Lin Ping’an, the super Old Liu troublemaker.

Near the arena, the ntor acting as referee twitched his mouth slightly, his mind picturing the upcoming tragic result.

At that mont, He Chuan impatiently urged a sentence.

"Teacher, hurry and start! I’m getting impatient!"

Goodness, truly courting disaster.

"Cough cough cough! Begin!"

As the referee spoke, He Chuan charged forward with a smile, holding the Red Cherry Blossom Long Spear.

In response, Lin Ping’an quietly stood still, watching as his opponent approached, his gaze indifferent.

"A flash of cold first arrives, the spears swiftly erge as dragons, take my Star-Pointing Spear!"

He Chuan yelled passionate, youthful lines, vigorously brandishing the spear, forming spear blossoms.

For a mont, three spear shadows materialized, seemingly real and fake, indistinguishable from truth or illusion.

In the next mont, Lin Ping’an’s lips slightly curled.

"Showy!"

Speaking, strands of blood energy mixed with purple evil energy entwined the saber, turning the otherwise ordinary D-level Standard Alloy Weapon ominous, like a divine weapon.

Then, he swung forward, effortlessly striking the spear head dead center.

Then, slicing through like smooth butter, instantly splitting the spear in half.

In a daze, He Chuan still hadn’t reacted when the blade was already at his throat.

At this mont, he was utterly stunned.

Lost... lost... lost?

Below the arena, freshn gazed dumbfounded.

Did it start?

It’s already over!

At this point, silence enveloped the scene, ti felt frozen.

Lin Ping’an, with an indifferent tone, declared.

"You lost!"

After finishing, he sheathed the saber, returned to his original position, awaiting the next match.

Upon hearing this, He Chuan, disconsolate, walked off the stage, leaving behind his broken weapon.

Whether forgotten or not wanting it, remains unknown.