Chapter 95
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Chapter 95: Mutual Destruction
Hearing this evaluation, Fang Lie couldn’t help feeling startled. Thunder Tribulation Immortals were extraordinary beings—the massive Mo Sect had only produced around a dozen such figures over thousands of years.
The numbers of outer disciples recruited during this period resembled swarming river fish, utterly uncountable. Even excluding geniuses who perished prematurely, those remaining still numbered under a hundred.
Possessing potential to reach Thunder Tribulation Immortal status alone made one exceptionally rare.
This typically required not only natural cultivation talent but also immense perseverance and wisdom—the latter being especially rare, one in a million.
Though Fang Lie knew both women had decent talent, he never imagined their willpower and wisdom also ranked among the best. Such rare talents!
The battle between the two women now reached its climax. They unleashed their Ultimate Skills, flooding the arena with hundreds of flying needles and mechanical bees!
At the fight’s peak, the crowd could only see flashes of light and hear metallic clangs, the combatants’ figures completely obscured.
After nearly half an hour of combat, both suddenly grunted in unison and collapsed unconscious.
Their fallen treasures clattered to the ground like discarded toys.
Only then did spectators notice a crimson mechanical bee clinging to Zhen Hong Yi’s face—no larger than a pinky finger, its six spindly legs gripping her swollen cheek while its poisoned stinger remained embedded. Her face had ballooned to basin-like proportions, obliterating her former beauty.
Had the Huang, Bai, and Jin youths seen her now, they’d have vomited their last meal and abandoned all courtship intentions.
The Gray-Clothed Rakshasi fared no better. A black flying needle protruded from her forehead, its Deadly Poison turning her features charcoal-black like burnt pot residue—utterly unrecognizable.
A clear case of mutual annihilation.
The flustered Referee rushed to check their vital signs, terrified these Talents might perish. His inspection revealed an alarming truth—the poisons defied identification.
Desperate, the Referee activated the protective array’s detoxification spells and administered spirit pills. Yet after several breaths, both conditions worsened alarmingly.
Zhen Hong Yi’s face sprouted peanut-sized blisters. The Gray-Clothed Rakshasi’s darkened visage began smoking, emitting such foul odors the Referee nearly gagged.
Panic set in. One combatant was a family disciple, the other a sect Talent—both officially registered. Their deaths here would bring catastrophic trouble!
Having exhausted his methods, the Referee sent an emergency message via Flying Swords.
Soon a Nascent Soul True Immortal arrived, berating the Purple Palace level Referee: "Useless! Can’t handle minor matters!"
The Referee bowed apologetically, sweat dripping.
The Immortal examined Zhen Hong Yi first, magical energy probing her body. Beads of sweat formed as he internally cursed: Damned unknown poison! How to cure this? Must save the Female Bee Queen at least to save face!
Rushing to inspect the Gray-Clothed Rakshasi, his sweat turned torrential. What vicious women! Where’d they get these unrecognizable toxins?
Ill-timed, the Referee asked: "Senior, what poisons are these?"
The question flushed the Nascent Soul True Immortal crimson with humiliation.
Helpless, he pretended to be profound and declared, "Don’t ask about matters beyond your station!"
With a flick of his sleeve, he immediately rode his Flying Sword back to the Ascending Immortal Tower.
The Referee wasn’t stupid. Seeing this, he instantly grasped the situation. Though he dared not speak aloud, he cursed inwardly: "Damn hypocrite! You didn’t know either!"
Not long after, the Nascent Soul True Immortal arrived with a Wind Tribulation Immortal.
This Wind Tribulation Immortal radiated arrogance. "Can’t even handle simple poison?" he scoffed. "Pathetic for a Nascent Soul cultivator!"
To demonstrate his prowess, he casually released two strands of divine sense wrapped in azure Magic, simultaneously probing both women.
Within moments, his face turned from blue to red, then purple like constipated sufferer. In different circumstances, he’d have killed the women to hide his failure. But under public scrutiny with these notable Talents, he could only mutter: "This poison shows some skill," before hastily fleeing on his sword.
The remaining Nascent Soul True Immortal and Referee exchanged contemptuous glances, both thinking: ‘All bark, no answers.’
The Wind Tribulation Immortal later returned with a Fire Tribulation Immortal – composed Elder who’d witnessed prior humiliations. Ignoring others, he immediately examined the women.
"Fools!" he finally sneered. "Can’t recognize Blood Tremor and Yin Wind poisons? Wasted centuries of cultivation!"
The trio flushed crimson, kneeling to beg instruction.
Proudly nodding, the Fire Tribulation Immortal explained: "Blood Tremor from Blood Demon Sect requires 3000-year Azure Grass. Common antidotes worsen it. Yin Wind from Yin Evil Sect acts like cursed technique – antidotes accelerate it. Needs 5000-year Revival Herb."
"Why stand gaping? Fetch the Herbs!" he barked.
"But Senior," the Wind Tribulation Immortal stammered, "Millennium Herbs are too rare! Our sect has none!"
"Imbeciles!" roared the Fire Tribulation Immortal. "Check their Sumeru Bags! Poisoners always carry antidotes!"
The trio scrambled to search. The Referee first pulled out Zhen Hong Yi’s undergarment, turning scarlet as spectators roared. The Nascent Soul True Immortal fared worse – retrieving Gray-Clothed Rakshasi’s foot wrappings!
"Morons!" the Fire Tribulation Immortal bellowed from the Arena. "Search containers and Herbs, not clothes!"
Properly chastised, they used divine sense to collect bottles and hundreds of spirit herbs – unsurprising for poison experts.
No antidotes surfaced. Zhen Hong Yi’s blisters swelled to walnut-size while Gray-Clothed Rakshasi’s face neared disintegration through billowing smoke.
"No antidotes found!" the Nascent Soul True Immortal reported desperately.
"Then wake them!" suggested Wind Tribulation Immortal smugly.
The Fire Tribulation Immortal glared. "Could’ve done that earlier if possible! Useless!"
Cornered and humiliated before watching Clan Leader, the Fire Tribulation Immortal swallowed pride to seek higher assistance.
