Chapter 81
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Chapter 81: Eighteen Consecutive Slaughters
This scoundrel had once brutally bullied Fang Lie and his siblings, breaking their bones and tendons. He even stepped on Mao Mao’s head while mocking her as an ugly freak!
At that time, Mao Mao’s head nearly became deformed. Her agonized moans tore at Fang Lie’s heart like shattered glass!
Afterward, the perpetrator faced no consequences, while Fang Lie’s group received three months of hard labor punishment for "provoking their senior brothers"!
As the saying goes: "When enemies meet, blood rises to their eyes!"
The moment Fang Lie spotted this old enemy, his vision turned crimson. Without uttering a single word, he launched himself at the man.
The unprepared scoundrel found Fang Lie already upon him, unleashing a barrage of iron palm strikes.
Fang Lie showed no mercy this time, delivering hundreds of consecutive strikes over fifteen relentless minutes.
When Fang Lie finally ceased, only pulped flesh remained where his enemy once stood.
The victim never got to surrender – Fang Lie’s opening blow had crushed his lungs, silencing him permanently!
This wasn’t combat – this was outright slaughter!
Witnessing this, treasure-crazed challengers abruptly regained their senses.
Taking beatings for third-tier magical items seemed tolerable before. Broken bones could heal within months.
But facing certain death? That changed everything.
Fang Lie’s murderous rage burned visibly, his eyes bloodshot from continuous battles.
Only suicidal fools would dare challenge him now.
Someone quietly tallied – since defeating Zhen Hong Yi, Fang Lie had fought eighteen consecutive battles against Mo Sect’s finest outer disciples!
He achieved unbroken victory, defeating over a dozen challengers without rest – even slaughtering the last opponent alive!
Such achievements defied reason! Such combat power challenged heaven itself! Who could oppose this force of nature?
The white-clad boy and Boy in Gold turned ashen. They knew this battle concluded when Fang Lie slaughtered his eighteenth opponent. No more volunteers would come.
Their extravagant bribes had failed spectacularly.
Inner Elite Disciples losing to an outer disciple? This humiliation hadn’t occurred in decades.
They’d become Mo Sect’s laughingstocks henceforth.
This failure also meant losing standing with Zhen Hong Yi, destroying any romantic qualifications.
One misstep had cost them everything.
Given another chance, neither would provoke Fang Lie again.
But the die was cast – no words could mend this enmity now.
They had only two choices: to shamefully make peace with Fang Lie and accept defeat, or to keep opposing him until they crushed him completely.
The two young heirs from great family clans instinctively chose the latter. For them, submitting to Fang Lie was worse than death—that kind of humiliation was simply unacceptable.
The white-clad boy viciously spat out, "Don’t celebrate yet, Fang Lie! Holding this arena means nothing. Thirty-two more Arena Masters await in the competition. Only the top four enter the inner gate. You’ll never break through our constant attacks!"
"Hmph!" The Boy in Gold sneered. "By this competition’s end, you’ll learn the true power of great family clans!"
They turned to leave with their followers. Though surrounded by the same crowd, their retreating figures now looked pitifully defeated—a stark contrast to their earlier arrogance.
Hidden in shadows, Zhen Hong Yi scoffed at their backs. "Trash without their family backing. Compared to Fang Lie? Not even worth being called scum." Her gaze shifted to the arena, voice softening. "Such fierceness… Pity his flame won’t burn long."
"But Miss," Linglong protested, "even the Great Heaven Fierce Fire Formation couldn’t kill him! With that undying nature—"
"Undying? Nonsense!" Zhen Hong Yi cut in. "The Benevolence Token protects him within Mo Sect. Outside these walls? One arrow through his heart ends everything."
"Yet he might claim the Benevolence Token if he reaches top four!" Linglong countered. "With a Ninth-Rank Treasure guarding him, even the Sword God couldn’t—"
"Fool!" Zhen Hong Yi snapped. "Every Mo Sect higher-up opposes him. Our Clan Leader’s schemes alone will ensure Fang Lie’s downfall. Mark my words."
She vanished with Linglong into the shadows.
Deep in the Secret Realm, four shimmering Shadows observed the competition. Zhou Zhengqing’s voice dripped envy: "Eighteen straight kills! Humiliating three Inner Elite Disciples! If Fang Lie becomes Benevolence Token Lord, we’ll all become his Lackeys!"
Mo Qianxun massaged his temples. He’d hoped Fang Lie would stay quiet after becoming a Great Pill Master. Instead, the boy kept rising—flawless spirit pills winning over enemies, now dominating the Outer Sect Competition. At this rate, Fang Lie might claim first rank entirely.
The Clan Leader shuddered. Having that stubborn youth overseeing him? Unthinkable.
"Send our true elites," Mo Qianxun ordered wearily. "Break his winning streak. No need for death—just ensure he loses the Arena Master title."
The Three Token Lords grinned. Finally, permission to crush that upstart! Qi Sea level cultivators were disposable. With proper treasures and training, any could topple Fang Lie.
Within days, the Eight-Hundred-Generation Families unleashed mysterious new champions—unknown youths wielding rare treasures, all converging on Fang Lie’s arena. Their blank eyes held no fear as challenge after challenge commenced.
