Chapter 91
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Chapter 91: White Horse Silver Spear Little Overlord
As people below chattered excitedly, the higher-ups on stage beamed with delight.
"Fang Lie didn’t show up – excellent news!"
"He might arrive any minute with urgent business. Let’s rush through this and make him forfeit by being late!"
"Agreed! Start immediately!" the Thunder Tribulation Immortals chorused.
Normally, Clan Leader Mo Qianxun would give lengthy encouraging speeches to outer sect disciples during this time. But after hearing the discussion, he simply gritted his teeth and cut his speech to three brief sentences before declaring the competition open.
The arena masters below looked bewildered. Many veterans knew the ceremony usually lasted half an hour – why end it so abruptly? Only clever observers noticed Fang Lie’s empty spot and guessed the truth.
Referees promptly brought out lottery jars for drawing opponents. The usual process of showcasing each contestant’s merits was scrapped to save time. Thirty-one participants quickly drew lots, with extras being dismissed immediately.
The first match featured male and female cultivators commanding two second-tier mechanical beasts each. Their thunder arena clash erupted with sword shadows, fire cannons, and humming crossbows. Both wielded defensive treasures and demonstrated equal skill, their mechanical beasts locked in stalemate.
Such evenly-matched battles normally required hours until magic depletion decided the outcome. But the impatient Thunder Tribulation Immortals couldn’t risk Fang Lie’s return. They secretly ordered the fighters’ mentors to settle it with rock-paper-scissors – the losing elder’s disciple would surrender.
This absurd method left the losing contestant baffled and spectators confused about the sudden resolution. The next two matches followed identical patterns.
Every life-and-death arena master possessed unique ultimate skills, making quick victories impossible without third-tier magical items. Yet the Thunder Tribulation Immortals only gave such treasures to Fang Lie’s predetermined opponents, having rigged the lottery.
Thus three great wars that should’ve lasted half a day concluded within fifteen minutes. Now… it was Fang Lie’s turn.
Though Fang Lie hadn’t come to draw lots, the remaining lot was undeniably his—there was no escaping it.
In truth, if not for sect rules requiring participants to be present for forfeits, the higher-ups would’ve declared him absent immediately instead of dragging this out.
When the Referee announced the fourth match’s start, Fang Lie’s opponent charged into the Arena first.
The moment this figure appeared, the crowd erupted in cheers!
Clad in silver armor and helmet, wielding a silver spear, and mounted on a white horse, he had a handsome yet resolute face—a striking young hero astride his steed!
Though resembling a mortal general, he was actually a cultivator from a great family clan. Known in Mo Sect’s outer gate as Ma Wujiang, his nickname was White Horse Silver Spear Little Tyrant!
His combat strength surpassed even Zhen Hong Yi’s. While their talents were comparable, his family’s influence dwarfed even the Zhou Family’s, granting him vast resources.
He could’ve joined the inner gate long ago, but his stubborn pride drove him to earn entry through the life-and-death arena, relying solely on his spear and steed.
Handsome, fiercely determined, and backed by a powerful clan, the Little Tyrant’s popularity in Mo Sect eclipsed even Inner Elite Disciples, making him the sect’s rising star.
Arrogant yet skilled, he stood apart from spoiled heirs—his abilities were self-trained, not bought with treasures.
To this day, he owned no third-tier magical items. His armor, spear, and mechanical puppet white horse were all top-grade second-tier treasures.
While others marveled at such luxuries, for his status, this was modest. He could’ve easily obtained third-tier items but refused.
Even today, despite elders urging him to avoid fighting Fang Lie fairly, he insisted. Since Fang Lie had many enemies waiting, losing mattered little, so the elders relented.
Now, the Little Tyrant swaggered into the Arena, aiming to crush Fang Lie publicly. Yet Fang Lie was nowhere in sight.
"Where’s Fang Lie? Why isn’t he here?" the Little Tyrant barked.
The crowd glanced around but found no trace of him.
The Referee smirked and shouted, "Fang Lie! If you aren’t here by the count of ten, you forfeit! One, two, three… seven, eight!" He raced through numbers, nearly reaching ten instantly.
Furious, the Little Tyrant yelled, "Shut your mouth! Since when do you count like that?"
Anyone else would’ve been punished for disrespecting the Referee. But the Little Tyrant’s parents—especially his highborn, formidable mother—made him untouchable.
Grimacing, the Referee asked, "How should I count, then?"
"One number every half-hour!" the Little Tyrant demanded. His nickname came from such unreasonable whims.
The Referee nearly wept. "But my orders were to count quickly!"
"I don’t care about your orders! Scared of them but not me?" the Little Tyrant retorted.
Stumped, the Referee waited.
After fifteen minutes, impatient murmurs spread through the crowd. Higher-ups pressed the Referee, who risked announcing, "Fang Lie forfeits due to—"
"Who says I’m late?!" A golden streak shot onto the Arena—Fang Lie, golden wings flaring!
"Damn it!" Higher-ups in the Ascending Immortal Tower and referees cursed inwardly. The Little Tyrant’s meddling had foiled their plans!
Unrepentant, the Little Tyrant laughed. "Perfect! I heard you shamed the inner gate’s three mutts—Yellow, White, and Gold. Today, I’ll beat you like a dog, snap a picture of your defeat, and send it to those fools!"
Calmly, Fang Lie replied, "Idiot."
The crowd roared as the Little Tyrant choked on his laughter.
"Fang Lie!" he screamed. "You dare mock me? I’ll destroy you!" Whirling to the Referee, he barked, "Start the match already!"
Defeated, the Referee shouted, "Begin!"
"Fang Lie!" The Little Tyrant spurred his mechanical horse, silver spear gleaming. "Today, you’ll beg for mercy!" He lunged like a silver comet, spear aimed at Fang Lie’s heart.
