latelenovela Chapter 380
Chapter 380
Zhong Ming earned nearly a hundred military merit points and decisively withdrew.
He simply couldn't handle reselling goods; the risks increased as time went on. Those who wanted to buy had already done so, while those who were stingy were still hesitating. These miserly fellows were tough nuts to crack, so he left them to this "trading genius" to deal with.
I'm going to watch the show.
Zhong Ming kept a few tickets for himself and changed his seat, or rather, changed to a different section of the audience seating area.
The arena's seating is arranged in a grid pattern, with eight seats in each direction, making a total of sixty-four seats per grid. The areas are distinguished by color, and Zhong Ming is currently sitting in the red area.
After he switched places, he hadn't even had a chance to watch the duel for long when the military academy students on the stage defeated all fourteen cultivators. Instead of leaving the stage, several more jumped up.
A male cultivator in purple robes, a female cultivator wielding a whip, a cultivator wielding flames and thorns, and a bald, burly man covered in scars and shirtless.
"Everyone, we have shown you what you need to consider when fighting individually. Next, I will teach you how to cooperate with each other when fighting in a team. The four of us will challenge a group of cultivators in a whole region."
One of them pointed to the square where the bell rang. There were two empty seats in the square, meaning there were sixty-two people sitting there.
"Everyone in the red stands, we're going to challenge you."
The crowd erupted in uproar. Had they become this arrogant? With over sixty people on stage, they'd all drown. You have to understand, one against fifteen and four against sixty-two are not the same thing.
You might be able to withstand the chaotic spells thrown at you by fifteen people, but you can't withstand those from more than sixty.
If this group focuses their firepower on one person, how many people can the other three defeat in a single strike? Five? Ten?
The next offensive will still be deadly enough.
"Come on, come up here! Anyone who chickens out is a dog!" the bald man shouted, pounding his chest with his fists the size of sandbags, producing a rumbling sound like a war drum that made everyone's blood boil.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"...
A deafening roar erupted from the scene, and most of the cultivators stood up proudly. What was there to be afraid of? There were too many of them, so let's take them on!
Zhong Ming silently got up, then turned and left. He was already on the edge of the red zone, with the blue zone just across the aisle.
"I'm going to beat you all to a pulp! Cowards, come up here and face your deaths!"
Zhong Ming spotted a guy in the neighboring blue zone who was standing up and shouting. He was right next to him, and he planned to use a clever trick to "smuggle" himself into the blue zone.
Seizing the opportunity, the man lowered his guard, raised his fist high, and stood on tiptoe.
It's now!
Zhong Ming quickly took a step to that side, only to see a dark foot emerge from the shadows and kick him in the chest, instantly sending him flying back into the red zone.
The man in black laughed smugly. 'You little punk, you can't escape now.'
Zhong Ming was kicked into the middle of the crowd, and then swept up onto the stage by a group of people.
"Mother and Child Swords, come!"
Zhong Ming prepared to fly away on his sword. But he saw that the man in black was already in the air. If Zhong Ming took off, it would be a matter of kicking him onto the arena.
Left with no other option, he could only push and shove, shouting, "Let me out, I'm injured."
"Bullshit, I'm a coward too, I don't even dare to go up there."
"You piece of trash, just sit on the edge of the platform and wait for our triumphant return."
...Everyone can talk big, but some unknown force was subtly pushing him forward.
Zhong Ming thought to himself, "Oh no, we've fallen into a trap!"
Even though he used the Flowing Cloud Steps, it was difficult for him to leave the crowd until a foot reached out from the shadows beneath his feet, kicked the sole of his foot, and carried him directly onto the dueling platform.
Zhong Ming was speechless. Did he really have to do this to me? How could he do something so despicable?
Once on the arena, the cultivators became tense. Among them, those with higher cultivation levels shouted, "Attack the one who can prevent fire and the one who wields the whip first, and the one who is good at trapping people. Throw all your spells at that bald guy!"
Hearing such a loud conspiracy, the bald, burly man was the most furious. "Who called me bald? I hate it more than anything when someone calls me bald! Who is it? Step forward!"
"It's me!" A figure stepped forward, utterly fearless, clad in a golden robe with layers of defensive barriers stacked upon each other. Not only that, he shouted, "I'll be the bait, you can take the opportunity to stab him in the back."
Zhong Ming had no intention of participating in the battle. He wanted to jump off the dueling platform as soon as he stepped onto it, but some bastard activated the platform's restrictions, preventing anyone from entering or leaving at will.
"The barrier has been activated. Please note that there are too many people this time, and the amount of spiritual energy splashed is also too great. We have increased the energy of the barrier. It will only be activated after everyone on one side has fallen. Don't worry, it will not harm anyone's life or future path."
Zhong Ming: I don't believe you for a second.
He ran straight to the edge of the battlefield, stuck his sick leave certificate on his forehead, and lay down, looking exactly like a sealed zombie.
The four Foundation Establishment stage cultivators exchanged ideas: "Don't touch him yet. Get rid of some outsiders, then pretend to be weak and give him a few more hits."
"clear."
With the ringing of a large bell, the duel began. A large number of spells shot out, and powerful cultivators took off on their magical artifacts. The artifacts, with their flowing light overlapping, formed a torrent of magical artifacts that surged towards the four people.
No one in the Foundation Establishment stage with a sound mind would try to take this blow head-on.
The bald, burly man didn't charge into the formation as he had boasted earlier. Instead, he stood in front of the fire cultivator, who was already unleashing a fiery flower attack. Although it was just a casual strike, it was still fatal to those in the Qi Refining stage. Many people rolled and dodged, looking quite disheveled.
The sparks fell to the ground and burned, leaving a mark. It was clear that they were using the same old trick again, some kind of formation.
The beautiful woman wielding a long whip also charged into the battle, surrounded by many body-cultivating warriors skilled in hand-to-hand combat, who all swarmed her.
The Foundation Establishment cultivator that Zhong Ming missed soared high into the air, unleashing the power of dense fog and summoning a cloud of mist that spread out, blurring people's vision.
The other Foundation Establishment stage cultivators were prepared, wearing warm jade pendants that could dispel negative effects. The four of them simultaneously cast corresponding spells, which allowed them to see through the dense fog, so the spell had no effect on them.
"The team's first step is to prepare in advance." The female cultivator swung her long whip, which suddenly grew longer. As it swung in the air, flames bloomed on the whip. They had actually planned their attack in advance!
Sparks flew and flames raged in the arena.