MF-novel #290 - I'm gonna kill you
#290 - I'm gonna kill you
Chapter 289 I Want to Beat You to Death
Little Bean Sprout's face darkened instantly upon hearing this, and he said pitifully, "I always felt guilty at the time. They all blamed me, saying it was my fault. I... I didn't want to fight back..."
Cheng Yu's voice was full of grievance as he nestled in Zhang Chen's arms, his eyes filled with tears.
Zhang Chen patted Cheng Yu's head: "Don't cry. When the Grand Competition comes, I will definitely get revenge for you."
"That's right, we must break that guy's legs," Li Donglai's voice was full of indignation: "For Zhang Chen's sake, I will definitely uphold justice for you."
Little Bean Sprout turned his head and glanced at Li Donglai with tearful eyes, and said with a sob, "Little Fatty, are you sure you can do it? Don't get yourself involved. It's not worth it if you get beaten up."
Li Donglai rolled up his sleeves upon hearing this: "Shorty, are you looking down on me? Just you wait."
Back in the small building, Zhang Chen invited a doctor to see Cheng Yu and prescribe medicine, then arranged for Cheng Yu to sleep. Only then did he sit with Li Donglai in the courtyard, and Zhang Chen asked, "You don't need to take action during the Grand Competition in two days. Just leave it to me. Don't get yourself implicated. The crime of deliberately hurting fellow disciples is not light."
Li Donglai sneered upon hearing this: "You underestimate me too much. Am I the kind of person who is afraid of trouble? That's a joke. Besides, I just can't stand Chu Mingyue's hypocritical appearance."
Seeing that he couldn't dissuade him, Zhang Chen stopped persuading him and instead pondered about the matter of the stolen incense faith.
The next day, when the sky was still dark, the bell for morning class rang. Zhang Chen deliberately got up early and arrived at the morning class hall one step ahead. He scanned the sculptures above the hall with his eyes while hiding in the crowd. Then, the power of devouring was injected into his eyes. However, to Zhang Chen's curiosity, the jade tablet that Zhang Xiaohua had stuffed into the sculpture that day was gone.
"Did Zhang Xiaohua get the news in advance and take the jade tablet away first?" Zhang Chen wondered in his heart. He had accidentally heard the news that the Great Virtuous Teacher was about to descend, but what about Zhang Xiaohua?
How did Zhang Xiaohua know the news in advance?
Unless someone within the Yellow Heaven Dao notified her in advance. There is a mole within the Yellow Heaven Dao, and it is even a mole at the level of the Ten Great Celestial Masters.
"Interesting, it seems that someone within the Yellow Heaven Dao is secretly dragging their feet. They even dare to drag the Great Virtuous Teacher down," Zhang Chen felt that the Yellow Heaven Dao was very interesting. Even the Ten Great Celestial Masters were not necessarily of one mind with the Great Virtuous Teacher, otherwise there would be no calculations by Zhang Xiaohua.
"The Yellow Heaven Dao is a honey pot, and everyone is eyeing it now, wanting to get a share of the pie," Zhang Chen was also curious about the process of the Imperial Conferment Ceremony.
"The Water God of the Miluo River... The Miluo River is the largest river in the Northern Territory. It not only runs across the Northern Territory, but also connects to the territory of the demon race outside the pass, and internally connects to the Divine Land. If the Water God of the Miluo River can be conferred, then it can be used as the center to invade the water veins of the world. By then, the Yellow Heaven Dao will be a behemoth that can对抗大胜朝庭."
Zhang Chen couldn't help but feel a burst of emotion in his heart.
The current situation of the Great Victory Dynasty is somewhat complicated. The Great Victory Dynasty knows what the Yellow Heaven Dao is doing, but it has not stopped it. I don't know what they are thinking.
During the morning class, Zhang Chen's trio saw Zhang Xiaohua and Chu Mingyue. Neither of them paid attention to the other, and they secretly made up their minds to give them a good look in the future.
Zhang Xiaohua didn't steal points anymore, so Zhang Chen certainly didn't want to continue fishing in troubled waters. Moreover, in his divine eyes, the Yellow Dawn Temple was shrouded in a mysterious force. That force was extremely concealed, magnificent and vast like a boundless ocean, far surpassing Gu Mingyue and others.
"Fortunately, I have now opened up the Devouring Divine Eye. Otherwise, if I only inject golden light into my eyes, I might not be able to discover the trajectory of the Great Virtuous Teacher's power," Zhang Chen thought to himself.
Time passed bit by bit. While Zhang Chen was waiting, three days passed quickly. On the night before the Grand Competition, Zhang Chen pondered that he should buy a precious sword. Only a precious sword could allow him to exert his methods to the extreme.
"You want a precious sword? You should have told me!"
Upon hearing that Zhang Chen wanted to buy a sword, the little fatty Li Donglai patted his chest and returned to his own house. Then, he drew out his precious sword and handed it to Zhang Chen: "I can now devour ironware with both hands. This precious sword is a waste in my hands. There is no room for it to be used at all. If I am not careful in operating my power, this precious sword will be devoured by me. It is better to give it to you."
The precious sword was simple and unadorned, and the one-piece forging was very delicate.
Zhang Chen awkwardly drew out the precious sword, and saw a cold light flash through the air, and the air seemed to drop two degrees in temperature.
"Can you use a sword? Why did you draw your sword like that?" Seeing Zhang Chen's action of drawing the sword, the corner of Li Donglai's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at Zhang Chen with suspicion.
Zhang Chen smiled upon hearing this: "My swordsmanship is invincible, I am invincible under the heavens."
"Alright, don't be smug, kid. Just go up and show your face and shake your prestige during the Grand Competition. Anyway, you can't win first place. No matter how powerful your precious sword is, it can't break my copper skin and iron bones. Don't you know how big the gap is between the existence of refining martial arts blood and you ordinary mortals? It's simply the difference between mortals and immortals," Li Donglai looked down on Zhang Chen a little.
Zhang Chen glanced at the little fatty upon hearing this. This grandson looked down on people a bit. He had to give him a surprise during the Grand Competition.
"It's a pity that I haven't cultivated the Blood Transformation Divine Saber yet. My Blood Transformation Divine Saber specializes in breaking all kinds of physical body methods. Otherwise, I would have to let the little fatty know why the flowers are so red," Zhang Chen thought to himself.
However, Zhang Chen also had to admit that this little fatty was indeed outstanding in martial arts talent, otherwise it would be impossible to refine martial arts blood.
Among Wu Changming's three great geniuses, the only one I haven't seen yet is Wu Minger. It is said that this person has awakened the power of bloodline and is very extraordinary. I have to pay attention to him secretly during the Grand Competition.
Time passed quickly. The next morning, after the usual morning class, Liu Feng did not ask everyone to disperse this time, but called everyone to the martial arts field:
"In the Yellow Heaven Dao Grand Competition, the Ancestral Master wants to select the number one genius to become a subordinate water god, receive the blessing of the water god, ascend to the heavens in one step, achieve immortality, and become a god. Therefore, you have a rare opportunity, and you must use all your strength."
"The rules of this competition are simple, limiting disciples aged ten and above and below twenty-five. There are no restrictions on fists, feet, or weapons. Two people compete against each other to determine the strongest. However, fellow disciples are not allowed to kill each other. Injuries are allowed, but killing is not allowed." Liu Feng's eyes swept over the disciples in the field, and then an elder in charge walked forward with number plates: "Disciples who meet the conditions, come forward to draw lots."
As soon as his words fell, Zhang Chen and the little fatty walked forward to draw lots, while Little Bean Sprout cheered for Zhang Chen from the crowd with two missing teeth.
When Zhang Chen walked to the number box, he met Chu Mingyue again. He saw Chu Mingyue flash and block Zhang Chen's path.
"What do you want to do?" Seeing that the other party was unfriendly, the little fatty Li Donglai asked with a cold expression.
“Don't be nervous, I just have a few words to say to this junior brother.” Chu Mingyue smiled lightly and said to Zhang Chen: “Zhang Chen, right? I've heard the Prince mention you, and I understand the grievances between you and the Prince even better. You better pray you don't meet me in the arena, otherwise I will cripple you and vent my anger for the Prince.”
“Cripple me?” Zhang Chen's lips curled into a sinister smile upon hearing this: “I hope you mean what you say.”
Chu Mingyue sneered: “I already know your background. You're just a mere mortal ant, yet you dare to speak to me like this. You really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. No wonder you dare to be disrespectful to the Prince. But later, I will show you what cruelty is. I will let you know the difference between a martial arts expert and a commoner. I will make you see me as an ephemeral mayfly sees a great tree, as an ant sees the blue sky.”
After finishing her harsh words, she ignored Zhang Chen, turned around, took a number plate, and left straight away.
“This kid is really good at pretending. I can't say words at this level. Speaking of which, you have quite some guts. You even dare to offend the Prince of Pingbian Manor. The most important thing is that you're still alive after offending him. Do you have any backing?” Li Donglai blinked at Zhang Chen curiously.
Zhang Chen smiled lightly upon hearing this: “What? Do you want to worship me? Beg me to protect you?”
“Dream on!” Li Donglai sneered without hesitation and turned to find his opponent.
The martial arts field of Huangtian Dao is very large and can accommodate thousands of people to practice martial arts, so there is no shortage of competition venues.
Without needing an arena, the elders casually drew circles on the ground and then started calling out numbers.
Hearing the call, Zhang Chen came to his circle, and soon a thin little Taoist priest came and stood opposite Zhang Chen.
The elder stood outside the circle and announced the rules of the competition: “First, leaving the circle means losing. Second, no killing blows are allowed. Third, no rules!”
“Did you hear that clearly?” the elder asked.
Zhang Chen nodded, then slowly drew his long sword and looked at the thin little Taoist priest opposite him. Unexpectedly, the little Taoist priest took out seven iron rods from under his robe, and then quickly connected the iron rods together, forming a three-meter-long stick, looking at Zhang Chen with a sinister smile: “Junior Brother, are you ready?”
Looking at the three-meter-long stick, this arena is only four meters. In addition to the space the opponent is invading, I'm afraid that the opponent's stick can sweep him down.
I told you to bring a weapon, but I didn't tell you to bring such a long weapon, right?
But the elder did not reprimand him, but asked: “If you are ready, then start.”
The young man smiled and said: “Junior Brother, Senior Brother will teach you a lesson today. You can't be too honest in life, too much honesty will lead to suffering.”
While speaking, the stick in his hand swept directly towards Zhang Chen with a whistling sound.
“This guy has exerted all his strength. This stick is probably hundreds of pounds of force. If I get hit, my tendons and bones will be broken, but unfortunately, this stick can't hit me at all.” Zhang Chen shook his head secretly.
The trajectory of the stick, and even the muscle lines on the young man's body, were clearly detected by Zhang Chen's ultrasound.
The opponent's stick was fierce and domineering, and Zhang Chen did not choose to take it head-on, but rolled to the front of the young man. When the young man wanted to change his move, it was too late. Zhang Chen's sword gently stopped under the opponent's crotch.
The whistling of the stick wind echoed in Zhang Chen's ears, and the stick stopped abruptly ten centimeters away from Zhang Chen's head. The young Taoist priest felt the coolness in his crotch, and his whole body was numb: “Junior Brother, stop! I lost!”
Logically speaking, the stick technique is a set of moves. After Zhang Chen avoided one stick, he still had consecutive moves, but Zhang Chen's roll actually made him unable to use the subsequent moves. Before he could hit Zhang Chen first, Zhang Chen had already cut off his bird.
“Zhang Chen wins.” The old Taoist next to him announced the victory unhurriedly.
Before long, the second round of competition began.
Martial arts competitions often take only three to five breaths to determine the winner and loser, so the speed of the competition is very fast. The only waste of time is reorganizing the number plates and redrawing lots.
In the second round, there were still a hundred people left in the field, and Zhang Chen successfully advanced.
In the third round, fifty people, Zhang Chen successfully advanced.
In the fourth round, twenty people, Zhang Chen advanced.
Zhang Chen often only makes one move in his battles with others. One move can determine the outcome and life and death.
At this time, Zhang Chen discovered that with the assistance of ultrasound, he was simply using a cheat. The opponent's muscle movement direction was completely mastered by him. He had already seen through all the opponent's moves, and no matter how hard you tried, it would be difficult to pass Zhang Chen's move.
Feint?
Doesn't exist!
Directly defeated in front of Zhang Chen.
Even if you have cultivated to Huajin, everyone's physical fitness is similar. It is useless if you can't hit Zhang Chen. No matter how great a martial arts master you are, once your weakness is seen through, and Zhang Chen directly forces you to reveal your flaws, you will immediately lose your composure.
In the blink of an eye, it was time for the top ten competition, and there were only twenty people left in the field at this time.
Zhang Chen won easily again. The opponent was just a Mingjin cultivator, and he couldn't even last one move in front of Zhang Chen.
However, at this time, Zhang Chen focused his attention on Zhang Xiaohua. He saw that Zhang Xiaohua's body was surrounded by auras, as if he was wearing a golden gauze garment. The gauze garment was as thin as a cicada's wing, like a transparent and illusory object, but it was invulnerable to swords and spears, and impervious to water and fire. Any sword or spear attacks from his opponents would be shattered by the gauze garment.
Some disciples were initially afraid of the Wangfu's power and did not dare to use swords and spears, and directly greeted the enemy with their bare hands. As a result, the hands of the whole person were shattered into powder and completely disabled.
Zhang Chen looked at Zhang Xiaohua's supernatural power and had a concept in his mind. He then glanced at the crowd and saw Wu Ming'er. Wu Ming'er was strange, wearing a mask. His figure was slender, and outsiders could not see his appearance at all, which seemed very mysterious.
Zhang Chen was curious about this and thought that there was such a strange person in Huangtian Dao.
“Today's martial arts competition is over. Everyone, rest well, and the winner will be decided tomorrow.” Just as Zhang Chen was thinking in his mind, Liu Feng came out and announced the end of today's competition.
Since martial arts involves fighting, the consumption is not ordinary. After several consecutive competitions, everyone is no longer in peak condition and needs time to rest.
After Liu Feng finished announcing, everyone dispersed. Chu Mingyue glanced at Zhang Chen from afar, made a neck-cutting gesture, and then left with a sneer.
Zhang Xiaohua also looked at Zhang Chen with a surprised expression, his eyes full of curiosity. He had been neighbors with each other for several years, so how could he not know what kind of person Zhang Chen was? How did he get into the top ten? Could it be that the senior brothers are all substandard? Did this kid pick up a bargain?
“It really doesn't make sense! Zhang Chen, this guy has something, but not much.” Zhang Xiaohua muttered to himself, from now on, he had to pay attention to his fellow villager.