Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian could no longer get up.
Later, that guy started hitting the ground so hard that it felt like human heads were turning into dog heads.
These two were going insane.
Frankly, their situation was like the saying "kings cannot coexist."
Two of the world's rarest, most unique, and strongest full-level qi energies eting each other — both could feel the overwhelming threat posed by the other.
Deep inside, they both knew that Lu Chengwen was just a good-for-nothing who relied on flattery and taking advantage of situations to scrape by.
Besides, he was just at the fourth level in the sect rankings. Keeping such a person around might be useful; swatting him away would be as easy as flicking a finger. He wasn't the main issue.
The real problem was each other!
The more they fought, the more they felt a strange sense of familiarity with the other!
They both felt that the other was very much like themselves!
Exactly where the similarity lay, they couldn't pinpoint, but the resemblance was uncanny.
And this similarity triggered an intense sense of crisis within them.
It felt as if in this world, if one of them existed, the other absolutely should not.
Moreover, it seed as though their thoughts were aligned, unspoken but mutually understood.
Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian were crystal clear about one thing.
They could never be friends, not even partners.
They were destined to decide a victor and a loser — either one of them would defeat the other now, or the other would grow stronger and beco an unbeatable rival in the future!
So, they pushed themselves to the absolute limit.
Lu Chengwen watched them lying on the ground, motionless.
He nodded and clapped his hands:
"Get up! Senior Brother, stand up! He's done for; go finish him with one last palm strike!"
"Senior Brother, think about your years of diligent training! Think about all the hardships along your journey! The Aura of Benevolence and the King's Aura — only one can survive!"
"Willpower and determination, courage and faith! Great Son of Destiny of the Long Clan, Aotian! You've inherited the glorious tradition of ancient Chinese martial arts!"
"Wu Dalang and Xin Qing's spirits have possessed you at this very mont! You represent the long and proud history and tradition of Chinese martial arts! Right now, you're not fighting alone!"
Lu Chengwen cheered wildly:
"You're not alone! You're not alone! You're not... human!"
Long Aotian struggled for a while, and just as he was about to stand up, he fell back down and lay there unconscious.
Luo Shiyin and Qi ishao imdiately rushed to support Long Aotian, helping him to the side to heal him and feed him dicine.
Lu Chengwen went over to check on Zhao Ritian, who had already passed out, shook his head, and carried him up:
"At least I care about you."
He walked to the edge of the arena and casually tossed Zhao Ritian outside, clapping his hands as if to signal the end.
Pan ifeng stood up:
"Chengwen, you perford excellently. I declare this round goes to Lu Chengwen!"
A few hours later, Zhao Ritian and Long Aotian had recovered quite a bit.
Pan ifeng nodded:
"Not bad, all three of you fought well."
Long Aotian looked at Pan ifeng, his eyes slightly misty.
Lu Chengwen fought? What did he even do? All he did was run around and spew nonsense!
Zhao Ritian grumbled:
"Lu Chengwen fought? Fought what? He just ran back and forth, spouting nonsense — his trash talk alone was worth six fighters!"
Zhao Ritian glared at Long Aotian:
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
Long Aotian looked at him:
"You remind of myself when I was young — youthful, spirited, still naïve in your understanding of this world."
Long Aotian patted his shoulder:
"But let give you so heartfelt advice..."
Zhao Ritian shook his shoulder to knock the hand away:
"If you keep spewing nonsense, I'll beat you to death! I'm your dad!"
Long Aotian pointed at Zhao Ritian:
"That's rude, kid! Don't talk to your dad like that!"
"I'm your dad! Are you asking for a beating?"
"I'm your dad! Can't you tell the difference between good and bad advice?"
"I'm your dad! You call that good advice? If you keep taking advantage of , I'll kill you!"
Lu Chengwen jumped in, pointing at Zhao Ritian:
"You little rascal! If you insult him again, I'll fight you!"
Long Aotian chuckled:
"Did you hear that? We're brothers, huh? Lu Chengwen, you little..."
Pan ifeng interrupted:
"Alright, enough. Stop arguing. You three generations of a family, co over here."
Zhao Ritian and Long Aotian were fuming!
Zhao Ritian thought to himself: I must've been cursed to end up in this sect full of weirdos!
A ridiculously strong old lady who plays favorites but talks about fairness all the ti!
A top-tier rival with world-class qi who never should've been born in the sa era as !
And the worst of all — so useless jerk who gets the most attention, sches the most, and is the most shaless scoundrel ever!
He takes all the credit but never a single hit...
I just...
The three stood before Pan ifeng. She nodded:
"You three aren't too badly injured, are you?"
Long Aotian touched his ribs and said weakly:
"Not... not really. I just... broke two ribs."
Zhao Ritian rubbed his shoulder and muttered:
"Sa here. Just a minor fracture in my shoulder."
Lu Chengwen rubbed his throat:
"My throat's a bit sore."
The other two turned their heads simultaneously, glaring at Lu Chengwen.
Seriously? they thought. You're comparing a sore throat to us? We're covered in injuries with broken bones!
Pan ifeng looked at Lu Chengwen with concern:
"Little Lu, is your throat alright?"
"It's okay, Master's Wife. Just a bit dry from cheering them on earlier."
Pan ifeng said:
"Luo Shiyin, go fetch so water for Lu Chengwen."
"Okay," Luo Shiyin obediently went to get water.
Pan ifeng held Lu Chengwen's hand:
"Take care of your throat. It's important!"
"Yes, yes, yes."
"Stop worrying about how they fight. Let them fight however they want. Why do you care so much?"
"They're brothers. I can't help but care."
Pan ifeng smiled approvingly, "You're just like your master—loyal and righteous."
Zhao Ritian couldn't take it anymore. "Senior, loyalty and righteousness? Him? Seriously?"
Pan ifeng glared at him, "And what about you? Does loyalty and righteousness have anything to do with you?"
Zhao Ritian was stunned. "I... I..."
Pan ifeng continued, "I let you spar, and you aim to kill. Are you trying to take lives?"
Zhao Ritian pointed at Long Aotian with wide eyes, "He was trying to kill too! He had murderous intent just now!"
Pan ifeng snapped, "Both of you, shut up! Talented, sure, but you both have this 'I'm the center of the universe' mindset. As if every good thing in this world belongs to you."
"You think just because your fists are strong, you can take whatever you want, rob whatever you please!"
"Always going on about being 'decisive in killing,' 'no sanctimonious behavior,' or 'survival of the fittest'..."
"People like you are a nace to society!"
"If not for Lu Chengwen's sake, I'd slap both of you into the ground!"
Lu Chengwen stood to the side:
[Actually, you don't need to care so much about saving face for .]
Qi ishao shot a vicious glare at Lu Chengwen.
Lu Chengwen felt a chill run down his spine. He turned to look and was startled.
[Why is this dumb girl glaring at ?]
[You deserve it for barging into my room! My ga was interrupted because of you!]
[Sigh! I miss Shihan i-i. She's so daring these days, completely uninhibited.]
[When I get back, I'll suggest so roleplay! Yes, I'll be the landlord, and she can't afford rent, so... hehehe.]
Qi ishao gritted her teeth. "Disgusting!"
Lu Chengwen looked at her, puzzled:
[Hmph! All won are nuts! Hating out of nowhere!]
[If I'd known, I wouldn't have given her shorts back that day. Let her face the world as-is!]
Just as Qi ishao was about to explode, Luo Shiyin returned with water. "Lu... Chengwen, here's so water."
Lu Chengwen walked over, deliberately brushing her hand as he took the glass.
With a sugary tone, he said, "Thank you, Shiyin ii."
Luo Shiyin blushed furiously and quickly withdrew her hand as if it had been shocked.
Lu Chengwen, sipping water, grinned at her.
[This girl is too pure!]
[And her skills, amazing! Such aptitude!]
[The first ti, she was so shy. The second ti, completely opened up!]
[The third ti—wow! It was like she was teaching !]
Luo Shiyin kept her head down, her heart racing with embarrassnt.
You jerk! Stop with your dirty thoughts! ishao and I can both hear you!
How am I supposed to face people after this?
"Shoo, shoo, don't loiter around ishao and !"
Reluctantly, Lu Chengwen turned away.
[But she still likes her young master. Sigh!]
Watching him leave, Luo Shiyin felt a pang of sadness as she listened to his thoughts.
Does he like ?
Does he really like ?
Is it genuine?
Does he... not mind who I am?
Lowering her gaze, she thought: You don't lack won. What am I to you?
To you, I'm just a tainted woman, aren't I?
Raising her head to look at his retreating figure, Luo Shiyin sighed deeply.
There's no way for us.
He only sees as a tool to detoxify himself. He'd never want soone like to stay by his side.
He prefers girls like Leng Qingqiu or Xu Xuejiao, who are competent and have clean reputations. Or obedient girls like Xue Ning and Jiang Shihan.
What am I?
Qi ishao nudged her. "I've decided. I'm going to kill Lu Chengwen!"
"What? Why?"
"For the young master! And for you!"
"No, don't!"
"Why not?" Now it was Qi ishao's turn to ask, "Don't tell you actually like him?"
"Oh, co on, I don't!"
"Then why stop ?"
"Because..." Luo Shiyin's mind was a ss. She could tell Qi ishao was dead serious.
Qi ishao declared firmly, "I can't let this continue. You and Lu Chengwen—there must be an end to this!"
Luo Shiyin grabbed her hand. "I... The young master has his reasons for keeping him alive."
"I don't care! For you, I must kill him!"
Luo Shiyin didn't know how to respond. After racking her brain, she finally said, "Even if you kill him, it won't change anything. I've already... been taken advantage of by him."
"Which is all the more reason he must die!" Qi ishao exclaid. "If he's dead, you'll still be pure, forever!"
"No... that's... but it's not entirely his fault either!"
"I don't care! He has to die! He's ssed up everything!"
Luo Shiyin said sadly, "Are you really set on killing him?"
"Yes! My decision is made!"
Luo Shiyin sighed, "Can you wait until we return to Snow City? Let ... do it myself?"
"You swear?"
Luo Shiyin nodded reluctantly.
Qi ishao nodded back, "Fine! When we're back in Snow City, we'll act together. I'll keep Hua Xuening occupied while you deal with Lu Chengwen. Then, kill him!"
"And if you can't go through with it, I will!"
"Of course..."
Nearby, Lu Chengwen knelt on one knee, holding the massive teorite ice crystal with sheer delight.
Pan ifeng announced, "The final challenge..."
Standing tall, the petite Pan ifeng exuded a commanding aura of over 1.8 ters, facing the wind.
"A competition... of seduction."
The three n tilted their heads in unison. "Huh?"
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