“Tch! Just a showy fool trying to sell his head!” Su Yichen sneered, the corners of his lips curled with disdain.
He refused to believe Chu Ying, even if crippled, could still win!
That Number Eighty Holy Son Candidate might be low-ranked, but he was still at the 9th stage of the Spirit Sea Realm. Even if Chu Ying’s combat power hadn’t dropped much, overall strength-wise, he was definitely weaker.
Chu Ying would lose!
“I thought he’d encountered some major fortuitous opportunity and had a sudden rise in combat power, but turns out it’s just this,” Ye Junfan, now calm, shook his head slightly and gave a mocking laugh. “Well, with his combat power level spiking like that, who wouldn’t want to show off?”
“‘Selling the head’—what a fitting phrase,” Ye Junfan glanced at Su Yichen.
Su Yichen raised his chin with a smirk but looked down on Ye Junfan all the same. Even if Ye Junfan’s combat power level surpassed his, Su Yichen was confident he was unmatched in true strength.
“Let the match begin!” Elder Lu Lin announced.
The rules for the Holy Son Candidates’ combat trial were simple—challenge from the bottom up. If you won, you took the opponent’s rank and pushed them down. Those who got pushed could challenge forward again if they refused to accept it.
On the stage, the Number Eighty Holy Son Candidate gave a cruel grin, “Crushing the face of the former Number One Holy Son Candidate… that must feel amazing, huh?”
He had already embarrassed himself in front of Chu Ying once, and the fact that Chu Ying had revealed a Three Restriction Four Star combat level had shocked him to his core.
But then he realized it was just because Chu Ying’s cultivation had fallen, which made his combat level look higher.
This rollercoaster of emotions made him furious, so he decided to vent it all on Chu Ying!
A fallen genius at his mercy—wouldn’t that be exhilarating?
He immediately went all out, unleashing his proudest martial technique in a devastating strike toward Chu Ying!
He wanted to settle the fight fast and brutally, to utterly humiliate the former top-ranked genius!
All eyes were glued to the stage. Many Holy Son Candidates wore knowing smiles, as if they could already see Chu Ying’s defeat.
Ye Junfan’s expression had returned to calm. A crippled genius was no longer worth his attention.
The Saintess Candidates watched with both excitement and curiosity.
Some wanted to see what kind of expression the once Number One Holy Son Candidate would wear after being beaten by someone at the very bottom.
Others were sympathetic, sighing at how fate could be so unpredictable and cruel.
“Hmph, even I could easily beat that Number Eighty Holy Son Candidate. Let alone him?” Lin Zhixue curled her lips.
She didn’t know why, but she really looked forward to Chu Ying giving those arrogant little tyrants a solid beating.
At that moment, the Number Eighty Holy Son Candidate charged forward at full speed. Without even probing, he struck with his strongest martial technique.
Chu Ying stood there motionless, seemingly dazed.
“What’s Chu Ying doing? Even if his cultivation dropped, he shouldn’t be this slow to react, right?” someone frowned in confusion.
“No, that’s an afterimage!”
Someone screamed in horror.
A second “Chu Ying” had somehow appeared beside the Number Eighty Holy Son Candidate.
In his stunned eyes, Chu Ying grabbed his arm with one hand and whipped him sideways with a vicious kick!
Puh!
The Number Eighty Holy Son Candidate hit the ground hard, spitting blood, instantly reduced to a pitiful clown. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
“You… ah puh!” he passed out before he could finish his sentence.
What?!
All the Holy Son Candidates stared wide-eyed.
What did they just witness?
The one defeated was the Number Eighty Holy Son Candidate?
Not Chu Ying?
“Next.” Chu Ying casually clapped his hands, eyes sweeping the others indifferently.
There had always been a huge gap between him and the one ranked 80th. And now, with his “cheat mode” active, using someone like that for warm-up felt beneath him.
“Didn’t you all say I was crippled? You’re welcome to challenge me.”
His calm words sent shockwaves through the crowd.
Looking at Chu Ying now—so composed and mysterious—many Holy Son Candidates hesitated.
Was this guy really crippled?
“Stop pretending!” Number Seven Holy Son Candidate Xiao Yan stepped up. He had long wanted to challenge Chu Ying and take his place.
Even if he couldn’t become Number One, he at least wanted to embarrass Chu Ying and settle the grudge of being defeated by him before!
“You only beat him because he was too weak!” Xiao Yan looked at Chu Ying with disdain.
“The ones at the bottom are at the bottom for a reason. If you can’t even beat someone whose cultivation dropped, then you bottom-dwellers might as well be eliminated.”
“Supreme Profound Holy Land doesn’t need eighty-one Holy Son Candidates—forty-nine are enough.”
His words caused outrage and panic among those ranked below 49, but none could refute him.
“After all, there are only forty-nine Saintess Candidates—it’s the perfect match, isn’t it?”
Across the stage, the Saintess Candidates looked on with varying expressions.
It was true—if Chu Ying was really crippled, yet even the Number Eighty Holy Son Candidate couldn’t beat him, it was disgraceful.
If those ranked below 49 were all that weak, did they even deserve to remain?
Xiao Yan licked his dry lips, “I’ll give you three free moves.”
He held up three fingers at Chu Ying.
Chu Ying gave a cold smirk, “You said it.”
“So what if I did? You think I, Xiao Yan, would go back on my word?”
Xiao Yan, smug and confident, released his aura.
1st stage Cave Heaven Realm!
Many Holy Son Candidates’ expressions changed slightly.
Most of those ranked below 49 hadn’t broken through to the Cave Heaven Realm yet—they were still at the 9th stage of the Spirit Sea Realm!
“I’ll stand right here. You get three moves. I’ll only defend, not attack!”
He had been cultivating in seclusion these past days and had just broken through in time for the trials.
His confidence was at an all-time high.
Chu Ying’s lips curled into an odd smile.
He’d never heard such a perverse request.
But of course, he’d oblige.
Chu Ying activated Dragon-Subduing Tiger-Taming Technique and used the Seven Emotions and Desires Disrupting Fist!
Yet, when Chu Ying struck, nothing unusual happened to Xiao Yan.
This surprised Chu Ying slightly.
[Side Effect Target Specified]: Ye Junfan, Su Yichen, Xiao Yan
[Current Side Effect Target Count]: 3 (limit: 5)
“The side effect targets didn’t change, but this guy isn’t affected… Looks like he used some method to temporarily suppress the backlash,” Chu Ying thought.
He was right.
The Reviving Withered Wood Pill was a top-grade Profound Pill. As long as its medicinal effects lasted, it could shield Ye Junfan and the others from his backlash.
But once the effect wore off, the backlash would hit them all at once. Right now, it was just stacking up.
“No matter. I don’t need backlash to finish him.”
As the Seven Emotions and Desires Disrupting Fist struck, the air on the platform shrieked like tearing silk.
It was a fierce and wild punch that could scatter the target’s emotions and disturb their focus!
Xiao Yan’s expression instantly changed.
What the hell was this?
Instinctively, he dodged—this punch gave him an overwhelming sense of danger!
As if, if he didn’t dodge, he’d be crippled or outright killed!
But could he dodge?
Azure Phoenix Martial Technique!
Chu Ying’s figure flickered like a phantom, appearing right in front of Xiao Yan, smashing a heavy punch into his face!
Puh!
Xiao Yan spat blood, his face completely deformed.
“Wait—!” he shouted in shock and rage, still clueless how Chu Ying landed that blow.
But Chu Ying wasn’t interested in listening to his nonsense.
Didn’t he say three moves?
Bang!