บท 68: Death Match (1)
Chapter 68 – Death Match (1)
"Did you see that!?"
"What kind of technique was that!?"
"Who said that Xu Miao is trash!? He's a fucking monster!"
The spectators couldn't believe what they had seen when Xu Miao used Atomic Slash.
Usually, low-ranked martial artists gathered their qi into their weapon and unleashed their strike with the most powerful attack. They believed that finishing the fight as quickly as possible was the best way of fighting.
But Xu Miao was a hipster. Instead of using powerful techniques, he prioritized landing multiple weak attacks over a single strong attack. From his experience, one big attack could be easily countered, but multiple weak attacks were usually neglected. As such, stacking weak attacks against a strong opponent was easier than trying to land one critical strike in early matches.
This fighting style was unusual for the local population, especially the weak and the inexperienced. But for the masters who had been through bloody battles, they admired Xu Miao's combat tactic.
Jia Shan was one of the admirers. He had been paying attention to Xu Miao after the latter had bribed him, and he liked the skills and tactics that both Xu Miao and Wei Yuan had used.
'Good mindset and tactic! Most rookies only care about throwing the best skills, but those two know the basics. Once they grow up and get stronger, they can easily overcome deadly situations with this mindset. Those fools that only use strong techniques every time will eventually get themselves killed when they run into an experienced fighter.'
In life-and-death fights at a higher stage, masters could utilize their essence and display stronger techniques, which could easily kill their opponents as long as it landed. However, everybody with the strength of the 5th stage or higher always possessed at least 10 deadly techniques, so battles between masters were usually decided by skill efficiency, tactics, and power management.
Using absolute power to overwhelm the opponents was a good tactic, but it rarely worked against 4th stage cultivators or stronger. Zhu Yanyu had already shown an example that power wasn't everything. Trickeries, deceptions, and strategies were necessary for the combat of essences. Many experienced fighters with the strength of the 4th stage could easily defeat a naïve 6th stage who fought with only power-moves by utilizing proper tactics.
Thus, having the right mindset in the early stages was more important than increasing their cultivation base. By ingraining this attitude into instinct early on, the muscle memory would give them a jump start after reaching the 4th stage, when Yin and Yang Essence came into play. Those who used to fight with absolute power had to spend more time adapting to the changes, but both Xu Miao and Wei Yuan could proceed forward without having to practice these trickeries or tactics again.
Impressed by the couple, Jia Shan planned to make Wei Yuan his core disciple. As for Xu Miao, he would have to ask Xu Xiuying.
Jia Shan wasn't the only one who planned to make either Wei Yuan or Xu Miao their core disciple. By standing minor elders from both sects and Jian Meng also eyed both of them, and they planned to talk to the two after the event.
Unfortunately, Wei Huang released his killing intent, warning them that Wei Yuan would be his disciple. All masters shrunk back and sighed in pity.
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After Wei Yuan and Xu Miao finished their little fight, Jian Meng continued managing the stage.
"Is there anyone who wishes to challenge an inner disciple?"
Jian Meng gazed at the top scorers on the leaderboard. Wei Yuan had already used her turn, and Xu Miao suffered a mild injury. Looking at the latter's condition, the elder believed that Xu Miao wouldn't fight anymore.
Only those who hadn't used their turn were Nie Ping, Wei Feng, Kang Yan, and Xie Tian.
"Wei Feng, are you going to challenge anyone?"
Asked directly by Jian Meng, Wei Feng's face twitched in annoyance, but his eyes were still looking at his J-Phone. He had been texting to his elder brother.
"No."
Without hesitation, Wei Feng forfeited his right to challenge anyone.
Since Wei Feng didn't care about the fourth round, Jian Meng turned to Xie Tian, Nie Ping, and Kang Yan, the only remaining top scorers who hadn't fought anybody yet.
Kang Yan stood up from her VIP seat and bowed to Jian Meng, "I would like to forfeit my turn. I have suffered a minor injury during the last round, and I'm not in the best condition to fight my senior."
Jian Meng nodded at Kang Yan and turned to Nie Ping, who was recuperating at the mountain goose VIP stand, "How about you?"
Nie Ping opened his mouth and was about to forfeit as well. But then, he glanced at Xu Miao, who had suffered from the skill backlash. The arm injuries looked severe since they swelled, and black veins were visible.
"I challenge Xu Miao to a life-and-death duel!"
Jian Meng was at a loss for words. It was so easy to read Nie Ping's intention, so the elder scolded the hot-blood youth, "Are you trying to start a war between our sects!?"
Nie Ping was taken aback. He turned toward Wei Yuan and pointed his finger at her, "She can challenge Xu Miao, why can't I!?"
"YOU'RE ASKING FOR A LIFE-AND-DEATH MATCH!! DO YOU TAKE ME FOR A FOOL!?"
Even though Jian Meng was a minor elder, he was a 5th stage master. His domineering aura terrified the youth.
"I-I-I'm sorry!"
"YOU CAN CHALLENGE XU MIAO, BUT YOU TWO CAN'T FIGHT IN A DEATHMATCH!! THAT'S THE RULES!!"
Nie Ping sulked. He bowed and muttered, "Then, I wish to forfeit my turn."
Jian Meng snorted and turned to Xie Tian, "What about you? Are you planning to challenge anyone!?"
The terrifying aura of Jian Meng also pressured Xie Tian. The latter suffered a bit of collateral damage to his psyche, but he mustered his courage and asked, "Can I challenge other test-taker?"
"Sure! You can challenge anyone. This round is for showing off your skills, so go ahead."
"Good. Then," Xie Tian glared at Wei Feng, who had a history with him, "I challenge Wei Feng to a life-and-death duel!"
As soon as Xie Tian announced his intention, Jian Meng lost it.
"ARE YOU TWO SONS-OF-BITCHES LOOKING FOR A FIGHT WITH ME!? I SAID YOU CAN'T FIGHT IN A DEATHMATCH!!"
The elder's voice echoed and pierced everybody's eardrums. Weak cultivators and commoners covered their ears and screamed in pain.
Xie Tian had a bitter smile on his face. Since he couldn't kill Wei Feng in this event, he decided not to push his luck, "I'm so sorry, senior. I've changed my mind. I won't challenge anyone."
Seeing that Xie Tian backed down, Jian Meng snorted. He turned to Jia Shan, planning to conclude this year's events.
Jia Shan nodded at Jian Meng. The sect master turned to the inner disciples, asking them with his eyes if there were anyone who wanted to challenge the newbies.
And Wei Xiang, the elder brother of Wei Feng, volunteered.
"I challenge Xie Tian to a death-match!"
Jian Meng glared at the inner disciple. It was fine if they challenged one of them, but trying to fight in a death-match despite his warning was like a slap to his face. It was a disgrace for a stronger cultivator to bully the weak.
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"Haiz."
As a chief organizer, Jia Shan had a headache. Taming these hot-blooded youths was troublesome.
Having one or two idiots challenging someone in a death-match was shameful enough. Having TWO DISCIPLES wanting to kill outsiders because of their personal vendetta was an utter disgrace.
Since everything had come down to this path, Jia Shan didn't mind letting these fools fighting to the death. He already knew which one would win, and he didn't mind losing a few disciples to teach future disciples about moderation, patience, and tolerance.
"You know what? If you want to fight and kill each other that badly, go ahead! Those who wanted to kill somebody here, step forward and declare your enmity! I'll let you solve it as you wish! However, no inner disciple with the strength of the 4th stage or higher can get involved!"
If Nie Ping, Wei Feng, and Wei Xiang wanted blood that badly, it would be best to let them have it. However, Wei Xiang was too strong for Xie Tian, so Jia Shan didn't allow the eldest grandson of Wei Huang to join in this event.
"Nie Ping against Xu Miao, Xie Tian against Wei Feng! Regardless of the outcome, no family members can blame each other for the result! The four of you will fight in a death-match. The loser dies, and the winner takes all!"
Hearing Jia Shan's declaration, the crowd got excited. They loved this drama, and they got more stories to tell their friends.
…
Nie Ping laughed and jumped onto the stage. He also brought out his best weapon, a low-grade hammer. It was an enchanted warhammer, weighed 80kg. Although his weapon quality was mediocre, he had confidence that Xu Miao wouldn't be able to match his strength.
The previous match of Xu Miao gave Nie Ping the impression that the former lacked firepower, and he had to make up the strength difference with his cowardice tactics.
Nie Ping bowed at Jia Shan and other elders before he bellowed, "COME DOWN, XU MIAO! LET THIS FATHER TEACH YOU A LESSON WHY YOU SHOULDN'T MESS WITH THE MOUNTAIN GOOSE SECT!!"
Xu Miao rolled his eyes. He just wanted to chill and recuperate, but this asshole villain wanted a piece of him.
Without a choice, Xu Miao leaped from the silver phoenix stand and landed on the stage.
Jian Meng stood between them, preventing cheating acts, such as attacking the opponent before the start of the match. He reminded both men again.
"I'll warn both of you again! Death-Match rules are simple. You fight until one of you is dead! All loser's properties, items, money, wives, and children belong to the victor! Are you sure that you want to go through with this fight!?"
Nie Ping was still laughing. He used this chance to circulate his qi and envelop his aura around his warhammer. His yang qi burst, and his body temperature rose.
"Come on! Get on with it! Don't run away from me now, XU MIAO!!"
Xu Miao rolled his eyes. He turned to Jian Meng, "I'm fine with it. Since he wants to die that badly, I'll do you a favor and get rid of this idiot from your sect. Are you okay with it?"
"…"
Jian Meng didn't know what to say to these senseless young idiots. He only sighed and retreated, "… May the Goose God protect your soul. BEGIN!!"
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บท 69: Death Match (2)
Chapter 69 – Death Match (2)
"I'm curious, Nie Ping. What's the matter with you? Why do you want me dead so badly?"
Xu Miao was still relaxed. He didn't care if Nie Ping was gathering his forces in his warhammer and preparing to strike.
"Because you're trash!" Nie Ping sneered. As he had always been with Wei Feng, he always bullied the weak and respected the strong. In his eyes, Xu Miao didn't deserve to be called a young master of the great Xu Clan.
Nie Ping envied Xu Miao. He wanted the things Xu Miao had. Moreover, he didn't like how Xu Miao triumphed and obtained several good rewards from both Jia Shan and Xu Xiuying.
But now, Xu Miao's arms were still swelling, showing the sign of muscle or bone damage. Nie Ping wanted to capitalize on it and get rid of this young master so that he wouldn't have to pay for the gambling debt.
"Haiz. You're an idiot, Nie Ping. After you kill me, what are you going to do next? Do you think the silver phoenix sect will leave you alive?"
"Fool! The Xu Clan can't do shit! If they want me, they have to go through the Wei Clan first!"
Xu Miao glanced at Wei Feng and Wei Huang. Both of them rolled their eyes as if it was none of their business. Nie Ping just took everything for granted.
"You're the definition of a retard villain. I'm tired of talking to you."
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A RETARD!? DIEEEEEEE!!"
Nie Ping raised his war hammer with both hands, planning to smash Xu Miao's head into a crushed watermelon. He charged directly at the former with the swing motion.
Xu Miao tilted his head and revealed a wry smile. His expression was written "Are you kidding me?" as he found Nie Ping's movement amusing. The latter's action was the same as a telegraphed punch, telling his opponent where he would strike.
*Piki* *Piki*
Two small ice needles appeared on Xu Miao's fingers. He flickered them, shooting them toward Nie Ping's eyes.
Seeing the oncoming small objects, Nie Ping didn't dodge. He gathered his yang qi and created a protection aura around himself.
The yang aura melted the ice needles with ease. The attack was ineffective.
Nie Ping managed to get into the striking range. He swung his hammer down.
*WHOOSH*
The war hammer slammed onto the arena stage.
Xu Miao easily sidestepped to the left and avoided the attack. He reached out his right hand and seizing Nie Ping's neck.
Energy Drain!
It was a waste to kill his opponent right away. Xu Miao took his time and absorbed Nie Ping's qi.
<<Ding>>
<<You have stolen 147 strands of Yang Qi.>>
<<You have stolen 142 strands of Yang Qi.>>
<<You have stolen 141 strands of Yang Qi.>>
Unlike when Xu Miao was dealing with Yu Lin and his bodyguards, he didn't let his hand go. Nie Ping's yang qi in his dantian kept flowing into Xu Miao's body.
Meanwhile, Nie Ping's body shuddered as if he was being electrocuted. He tried to raise his hammer and counterattack.
But
*POEK*
Xu Miao's left hand grabbed Nie Ping's collar cloth. The right leg also knocked the back of Nie Ping's legs, throwing him off balance.
Just like that, Nie Ping was thrown on the ground while Xu Miao's right hand was still squeezing his neck. Nie Ping's qi continued to leave his body.
Unfamiliar with ground battles, Nie Ping tried to get back on his feet. Unfortunately, his opponent was an ex-MMA champion. Xu Miao's torso pressed on top of Nie Ping's belly while his right hand pressed his victim's neck on the floor. It was an MMA full-guard ground move, but it prevented Nie Ping from lifting his upper body or getting back on his feet.
Nie Ping wanted to stand or sit up, but the bodyweight of Xu Miao pinned him down on the ground. He didn't know what to do.
"LET ME GO, YOU FUCK!!"
Nie Ping still had the warhammer in his right hand. He tried to swing it and hit Xu Miao's head out of desperation.
But a common kunai suddenly ejected from Xu Miao's rainbow spatial ring. His left hand grabbed its handle and plunged it down, stabbing Nie Ping's right arm, pinning it on the ground.
"!!!"
The pain stunned Nie Ping. His war hammer dropped from his right hand as he lost the gripping strength.
"I heard from my elders. Did you try to touch my colleague?"
Xu Miao revealed his dark crescent smile while he twisted the kunai in Nie Ping's flesh.
Having his bicep and triceps muscle penetrated and skewered was a torturous experience. Nie Ping could only scream in helplessness.
Xu Miao leisurely completed a mounting stance on top of Nie Ping. Then, he let go of his kunai and placed his left hand on Nie Ping's chest.
The absorption rate of the energy drain got 10 times faster after Xu Miao's hand got closer to his victim's heart or dantian. The red aura of yang qi flowed upward and became visible to the audience.
Within two minutes, Nie Ping ran out of qi.
Xu Miao snorted. He only absorbed 3,000 strands of yang qi, which was only useful for one or two big skills. In his eyes, they were as good as having none.
Since Nie Ping was no longer useful, Xu Miao disabled his body strengthening skill and started punching.
Torture time!
"GG, retard."
…
After five minutes of punching and crushing Nie Ping's front skull with fists, Nie Ping died by a severe concussion. His skull cracked and his brain swelled because of the internal bleeding.
Yet, Xu Miao didn't stop punching. He found pleasure in punching the assuming dead body as if he wanted to resurrect the dead so that Nie Ping could suffer more.
The crowd cheered for Xu Miao at first. But after seeing his sadistic nature, they were disgusted. The spectators booed and called Jian Meng to stop the match since Xu Miao didn't fight like cultivators.
"Xu Miao, you savage!"
"You're supposed to fight like cultivators! You're are nothing but a third-rate thug!"
"GO HOME!!"
The spectators were merciless with their words. They became fearless when several of them began booing. However, some smart spectators didn't say anything as they kept a distance from the noisy crowd.
These people forgot that Xu Miao had strong backers, and they were ruthless.
Xu Xiuying and Qi Hong glared at the noisy audience and suppressed them with their aura. The dual-cultivators activated their yin essence and attacked the rude crowd.
*PU* *PU* *PU*
Those who had jeered and mocked Xu Miao suddenly had a hole in their chests. Their heart got frozen and exploded from the inside.
In an instant, all disrespectful spectators died. Only bystanders who observed the fight in silence remained.
The crowd shuddered in fear, but they were glad that they didn't join the bandwagon and offended the Xu Clan.
"Anyone else wants to bad-mouth my son?"
Nobody dared to speak. No one in the crowd was strong enough to contend against two masters.
This was the law of this cultivation world. Only the strong could criticism or kill others without a consequence while the weaker cultivators couldn't do anything against them.
"No, senior. Your son's talent is magnificent, worthy of carrying the Xu bloodline!"
"That's right. He's handsome. He's strong despite his current cultivation. His future is limitless!"
Bootlickers surfaced. They threw away their pride and dignity to praise Xu Miao, hoping to get on Xu Xiuying's good side.
Seeing that nobody treated Xu Miao as a pushover, Xu Xiuying and Qi Hong snorted and returned to their posts.
The killing was unjust and unnecessary, but nobody could blame the Xu Clan and the silver phoenix sect for the incident. They held the power, and the power was the laws.
…
After Xu Miao had his fill punching Nie Ping until the latter's skull was crushed and the brain was grounded into a squishy paste, Xu Miao stopped and took a deep breath.
Jian Meng only gazed at Xu Miao in solemn and glanced at the dead body. Then, he concluded the deathmatch, "Winner, Xu Miao."
No applaud or cheer came from the crowd to celebrate Xu Miao's victory. They only looked at him with fright, intimidated, and wary eyes. Everyone swore to their heart that they would never offend the Xu Clan or Xu Miao in their lifetime.
Xu Miao noticed that. He leered at the crowd and grinned.
'This is a perk of joining a villain clan. When I have strong backers, everything is solved easily. The only real downside of joining the Xu Clan is Xu Xiuying and her elders. If I can protect myself against Xu Xiuying's brainwashing techniques, I can continue taking shelter here for the time being. But once Xu Xiuying is dead or I manage to brainwash her, all quests and my life should be a lot simpler.'
As Xu Miao was leaving the stage and returning to his VIP seat, he didn't forget to check Xie Tian's expression.
Xie Tian's deep frown was visible from far away. As Xu Miao had expected, this protagonist disapproved of Xu Xiuying's action, but he didn't have enough strength to contest her. However, Xu Miao couldn't ascertain if Xie Tian approved of what he did or not.
'Good. You should hate her, but you're not supposed to hate me. I only defended myself, you moron.'
That day, Xu Miao established his fame and reputation in the cultivation world as a young master of the villainous Xu clan.
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Xie Tian looked at Xu Miao and Xu Xiuying with a deep frown. He didn't like how Xu Xiuying killed the rude spectators because they mocked her son. Yet, he couldn't blame Xu Miao for what he did because Nie Ping deserved to die.
'Brother Xu. You're living in a tough environment. I hope you don't lose your way in the future…'
Xie Tian owed Xu Miao a big favor. He couldn't even think of harming his benefactor.
"Xie Tian and Wei Feng, get on the stage! You two will fight in a deathmatch as you wish!"
Hearing Jian Meng's summon, Xie Tian leaped onto the stage.
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