The entire audience erupted in cheers! The scene of Saintess Lin Miaoyin's social hu

"I hereby declare that from this day forward, Senior Brother Ye is my ultimate destiny!"

The elder judge crawled out of the rubble, covered in dust and dirt, and announced:

"The victor... Holy Son, Night Without Grief!"

Sparse applause.

Compared to the overwhelming attention Ye Changfeng received when he left the stage, Ye Wushang's championship win was somewhat...frustrating.

He looked at his trembling hands, then at the shattered fragments of the magical artifact scattered on the ground.

In this battle, he won face but lost substance.

blood loss.

in the corner.

Mo Chengyue finally breathed a sigh of relief and drank the remaining half cup of goji berry tea in one gulp.

"Wonderful."

"That was truly amazing."

He took out his personal notebook and drew a heavy circle on the page with "Ye Changfeng" on it.

And marked:

[An extremely dangerous individual. With a clear-headed swordsmanship, he grows stronger with each setback.]

[Weakness: Low income. Equipment can't keep up with skill level.]

[Strategy: If you're rich, you can overwhelm him with money; if you're poor... then stay away from him and avoid being accidentally injured by his sword energy.]

After finishing writing, he turned to the page with "Night Without Sorrow".

[Players who spend real money have an outrageous number of tricks up their sleeves.]

[Weakness: Too proud to admit defeat. If you can withstand his initial barrage and wait for him to run out of mana, you'll become a high-level infantryman.]

Closing the notebook, Mo Chengyue looked at the devastated training ground and felt a strange chill rise in his heart.

"Is this the pinnacle of the younger generation?"

"They're all more perverted and more overpowered than the last."

"A support character like me, who only knows the Yin-Yang Virtue and Harmony Scripture, is as fragile as a piece of paper in front of these damage dealers."

"No, I have to play it safe."

"This competition felt like it was coming to an end, but why does it feel like... the real trouble is just beginning?"

Mo Chengyue subconsciously glanced at the rostrum not far away.

There.

Several senior elders were gathered together, pointing and whispering about the two people below, their eyes flashing with a meaningful light.

And then there's the sect leader who hasn't shown up yet.

as well as……

Mo Chengyue suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He turned his head and met a pair of eyes filled with resentment and coldness.

Lin Miaoyin.

Although Ye Changfeng had already left, the saintess was now staring intently in the direction he had gone, and then, her gaze inexplicably shifted...

It drifted towards us?

"Holy crap?"

Why are you looking at me?

"I didn't do anything to you!"

Mo Chengyue quickly shrank his neck and, using the crowd as cover, slipped away like an eel.

"Slip away."

"The battle of the gods is over. Next up will definitely be a reckoning or a spoils-sharing session."

"I'm just a nobody; I'd better hurry back to guard the gate of my library."

Only there.

It was his only haven in this cruel world of cultivation.

......

If the "Battle of Versailles" just now was a battle of gods...

So now, the battle for third and fourth place is the real "main course" for these hormone-fueled male disciples of the Hehuan Sect in the audience.

The midday sun scorched the earth fiercely, but it couldn't dry the restless heat wave on the training ground.

Because Lin Miaoyin, the only holy maiden of the Hehuan Sect, the enchanting beauty who haunts the dreams of countless men, is going to fight to the death.

Mo Chengyue had already tightened the soft armor to its maximum.

But his eyes, peering through his fingers, were as wide as copper bells.

The handful of sunflower seeds he was using to disguise himself had long been squeezed until they were oily.

"What is this? This is the welfare bureau!"

Mo Chengyue screamed inwardly, while simultaneously using the [Yin Yang Qi Observation Technique].

"On one side is Xiao Fan, the protagonist template, and on the other side is a delicate and easily pushed over... oops, I mean, a saintess with divine charm."

"When these two started fighting, the scene was... wow!"

"I have a feeling that today's material is enough to write ten erotic novels... oh no, ten 'Battle Chronicles'."

Arena Number Three.

After a brief rest, Xiao Fan and Lin Miaoyin stood facing each other.

Xiao Fan maintained his indifferent expression, as if to say, "I'm just a nobody" and "Don't touch me."

Despite having just lost to Ye Wushang, his aura only intensified.

The murderous aura that had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, after being baptized by a defeat, became even more restrained and profound.

And opposite him.

Lin Miaoyin changed into a lighter red gauze dress.

The saintess who always had a smile on her face and a longing look in her eyes is gone.

Instead, there was a terrifying woman with a frosty face and eyes that seemed to say, "I'm very unhappy, and the consequences will be severe."

Losing to that straight man Ye Changfeng is one thing.

If she can't even get into the top three, what will become of her reputation as a saint?

"Xiao Fan".

Lin Miaoyin parted her lips slightly, her voice no longer soft and sweet, but carrying a chilling coldness.

"Since Senior Brother Ye didn't subdue you earlier, now it's my turn to loosen your bones."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Fan didn't even lift his eyelids.

He simply raised the cracked spear in his hand, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

"You talk too much nonsense."

"If you're going to fight, then fight. Why all the drama?"

"You..." Lin Miaoyin was speechless with anger.

What's going on with this year's new recruits?

They're all incredibly arrogant and utterly insensitive to women!

"Good! Very good!"

Lin Miaoyin laughed in anger, and suddenly slashed her jade hand across the pipa.

"Heavenly Demon Sound - Kill the Wolf!"

Clang—!!!

There was no prelude.

The violent sound waves instantly transformed into three materialized blood-red giant wolves, which opened their blood-red maws and pounced on Xiao Fan with a stench.

This attack was even more ferocious than the one against Ye Changfeng!

This isn't a friendly exchange; it's clearly an attempt to kill someone to vent anger!

"Good timing."

Xiao Fan's eyes narrowed.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, stomping heavily on the ground.

boom!

The already fragile arena floor cracked again.

Xiao Fan charged towards the three blood wolves like a black cannonball.

"Dragon Drill!"

The spear spun rapidly, creating a black spiral of energy.

puff!puff!puff!

Three muffled thuds.

The seemingly ferocious blood-red giant wolf was like paper in front of Xiao Fan's spear, instantly shredded into a cloud of blood mist.

"So hard?"

Someone in the audience gasped in surprise.

But this is just the beginning.

Just as Xiao Fan broke through the Blood Wolf's blockade, Lin Miaoyin's figure appeared beside him like a ghost.

Close combat!

No one expected that Lin Miaoyin, who mainly focused on music theory, would actually dare to engage in close combat with a battle maniac like Xiao Fan!

"Heavenly Demon Dance - Entangling Silk Hands!"

Lin Miaoyin's figure was incredibly supple, like a beautiful snake, instantly coiling around Xiao Fan's spear.

They even pressed their advantage!

Her long, beautiful legs, carrying a sharp, swift force, aimed directly at Xiao Fan's lower body.

Holy crap! Those legs are amazing!

"That 'disembowelment kick' is too ruthless!"

A collective gasp rippled through the audience.

Even Mo Chengyue felt a chill in his groin and subconsciously squeezed his legs together.

"The most poisonous heart is that of a woman!"

"If that kick lands, the protagonist of this book will have to be replaced by an eunuch!"

however.

Xiao Fan is, after all, a powerful figure who has been reborn.

Faced with such a vicious tactic, he remained unfazed, not even flinching.

He released the gun barrel with his left hand, transforming his palm into a knife, and precisely slashed at Lin Miaoyin's ankle.

"roll!"

boom!

The collision of palm and leg produced a sound like metal clashing.

Both of them retreated simultaneously.

But at the very moment they parted.

An unexpected change occurred!

Because the close-quarters combat just now was too intense, and the two of them were also surging with internal energy.

There was a sharp "ripping" sound.

In this tense moment where you could hear a pin drop, it sounded particularly jarring.

Time seemed to stand still.

All eyes instantly focused on Lin Miaoyin's... right shoulder.

There.

The once-perfect red gauze dress was ripped open with a long gash by Xiao Fan's domineering gunfire.

A large expanse of snow-white, delicate skin, gleaming with an ivory-like sheen, was exposed to the air without reservation.

even.

You can still vaguely see the edge of the light pink top inside.