Chapter 77
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Chapter 77: The Third Young Master of the Bai Family
Fang Lie was shocked by the situation and hurriedly said, "This is bad! That scoundrel’s building up power for an attack. Such strikes usually surpass their tier—a Second-Tier Cannon can unleash third-tier magical item-level force. I can’t withstand that!"
"Hah, stay calm!" The old bird replied leisurely. "That Mechanical Cannon has critical flaws from poor materials. Not only does it have a major weakness, but its charging time drags out to ten full breaths! Only five have passed since you started fighting—you still have five left!"
Battles between Cultivators unfold in lightning flashes. Though Fang Lie and his opponent had exchanged several moves, mere moments had actually passed.
Fang Lie frowned, still uneasy. "Five breaths vanish in an instant. Then I’ll be forced to revive again!"
"Not this time!" The old bird chuckled. "Remember that cannon’s fatal flaw? When fully charged, it briefly loses control—normally harmless since it fires immediately after. But to those who know, this instant is deadly. Use the Star-Settling Crown to freeze it right then. Even a momentary hold will make the overloaded Spiritual Energy erupt wildly. That’s your counterattack opportunity!"
"Truth?" Fang Lie pressed. "But how do I time it?"
"Wait for my signal!" The old bird fell silent, focusing on counting.
Five breaths later, as the Mechanical Cannon prepared to fire and Fang Lie tensed, the old bird shouted, "Now!"
Fang Lie instantly activated the Star-Settling Crown without hesitation.
Little Tang had been smirking, anticipating his cannon blasting Fang Lie to oblivion. But suddenly, a giant star materialized and struck the charging cannon.
The cannon froze momentarily—then exploded with a thunderous roar.
The released power matched a third-tier magical item’s strike. Though unfocused, the blast still shattered the mechanical warrior operating the cannon.
Caught unprepared, Little Tang failed to activate his protective treasures. The explosion hurled him skyward. His six-armed ape puppet absorbed most of the damage, saving his life.
Even so, the shockwave left him disoriented—eardrums burst, blood oozing from his seven orifices, senses blurred.
Meanwhile, Fang Lie felt restraints vanish. With the six-armed puppet destroyed, the earth’s magnetic force trapping him dissipated.
Breaking free like a dragon escaping shallow waters, Fang Lie soared hundreds of feet upward before diving toward the airborne Little Tang.
Without mercy, Fang Lie’s fist smashed into Little Tang’s gut, channeling energy specifically into his intestines and kidneys.
Already semiconscious, Little Tang’s body involuntarily voided its contents under Fang Lie’s provocation. Thus, before hundreds of thousands of spectators, the wretched youth publicly soiled himself.
Before the mess could leak through clothing, Fang Lie kicked Little Tang toward the Boy in Yellow, shouting, "I’ve fulfilled my task—beaten him until he’s leaking! Young Master Huang, will you honor your vow now?"
The Boy in Yellow gaped at the stinking figure.
He’d never imagined this outcome. Little Tang had dominated the fight—how had everything reversed so absurdly?
Worse, the humiliating bodily release left no room for denial. Under countless mocking gazes, the crowd’s unspoken challenge hung heavy:
Earlier, you vowed to eat the excrement if this happened. Now what?
The Boy in Yellow stood paralyzed, complexion cycling through hues like a chameleon—green, purple, red, white.
Eating it meant lifelong infamy as "the shit-eating youth." Refusing meant shattered honor. For Cultivators, broken promises bred heart demons dooming all future progress. Trapped, he trembled under the weight of his own words.
The Boy in Yellow was torn between protecting his future reputation and ensuring his growth. He couldn’t find a way out of this dilemma, his anxiety nearly bringing him to tears!
Luckily, not all his companions were fools. Someone quickly reminded him, "Young Master, let’s get out of here!"
The Boy in Yellow snapped awake at these words, thinking inwardly, ‘Right! Why linger here? Should I actually eat shit? Best leave now – if I avoid today’s trouble, I’ll find ways to mitigate the consequences later!’
Without another word, he whirled around and fled. His lackeys hastily grabbed Little Tang and scurried after him.
"Ha ha ha!" The crowd roared with careless laughter at their undignified retreat.
The mocking laughter only made the fleeing group hasten their steps.
Hidden in the shadows, Zhen Hong Yi observed everything. Her eyes flickered with admiration as she murmured, "Impressive Fang Lie! To defeat Seven Stars Accompanying the Moon… That Little Tang’s cultivation might be mediocre, but his combat strength ranks among the best. Even I couldn’t guarantee victory, yet Fang Lie subdued him within ten breaths! Is Fang Lie truly this formidable?"
"Miss, you’re overcomplicating things," Linglong interjected. "That battle made no sense. Little Tang was dominating until his Mechanical Cannon suddenly exploded! Pure luck let Fang Lie reverse the situation. Maybe Little Tang simply had equipment failure?"
"Nonsense!" Zhen Hong Yi frowned. "That cannon was crafted by inner gate experts. He’s used it countless times without incident. The explosion must have external causes – and on that Arena, only Fang Lie could interfere! But disrupting it requires deep mechanical knowledge. Fang Lie’s a Great Pill Master, not a mechanical expert! How could someone so young master multiple disciplines? Baffling!"
While Zhen Hong Yi remained puzzled, the crowd’s attention shifted to the final white-clad boy.
Two challengers had already been swiftly defeated and humiliated. Now everyone wondered: would this last loyalist of Hong Yi continue challenging Fang Lie, or withdraw before suffering disgrace?
Under collective scrutiny, the white-clad boy slowly raised his head to study Fang Lie. Though his frosty expression didn’t change, everyone sensed his growing seriousness.
As the white-clad boy stared, Fang Lie returned the scrutiny. Their locked gazes seemed to spark midair!
"Those two were trash, but defeating them quickly shows some skill," the white-clad boy said measuredly. "Still insufficient for strutting through Mo Sect. Swear never to associate with Zhen Hong Yi again, and I’ll spare you. Otherwise—"
Fang Lie brutally interrupted the threat: "Enough! Shut your mouth! Your self-righteous drivel wastes my time – I regret listening this long!"
Ignoring the white-clad boy’s reaction, Fang Lie sat cross-legged, activating Nirvana Healing Technique to mend injuries from Explosion Qi Technique.
The insult turned the white-clad boy’s pale face beet-red. "Fang Lie! You reject courtesy and choose punishment! Today I’ll drag you down personally!" He turned to another Cultivator. "Third Brother! Crush him!"
"Understood!"
This responder shared the white-clad boy’s surname Bai. As third-born, he was Bai Third Young Master, while the speaker was Bai First Young Master. Though both Bai family members cultivated Sword Cases, their styles differed starkly.
Bai Third Young Master wore golden flame-patterned Daoist robes. His yellow Sword Case bore a sun motif blazing with carved radiance. His sunny disposition contrasted sharply with his elder brother’s iciness – a perpetual smile graced his features.
At his elder’s command, Bai Third Young Master sauntered to the Referee’s station. After registering, he ascended the Arena under countless watching eyes.
