130: Chapter 130 Defeat the Cold Army

Leng Jun thought so, and he acted on it.

However, Shi Xiaozhan’s combat experience was incredibly rich, as if he saw through Leng Jun’s thoughts at a glance.

When Leng Jun endured his attack, intending to use the force to retreat, Shi Xiaozhan actually followed up quickly.

Leng Jun’s face changed drastically, and in desperation, he could only throw the battle-axe in his hand, hoping to stop Shi Xiaozhan with it.

But Shi Xiaozhan didn’t dodge at all; when the battle-axe came before him, he swung his fist and knocked it off course.

This was an extremely dangerous move, requiring precise demands on time, strength, and reaction speed, along with a certain element of luck; a slight mistake and the battle-axe would have chopped off his head.

Everyone watching from the high platform, except for Zhang Bufan, broke out in a cold sweat for Shi Xiaozhan’s action.

Shi Dazhuang was very worried; he knew his younger brother’s Heart-Nature incredibly well, and it could be said that as long as there was a fight, he would fearlessly face death.

Of course, he didn't know that Shi Xiaozhan had once been thoroughly convinced after being defeated by Zhang Bufan.

“You’re just a mad…” Leng Jun hadn’t finished his sentence when he was grabbed by the ankle by the charging Shi Xiaozhan.

Shi Xiaozhan grabbed Leng Jun and immediately began to swing him around like a great windmill, occasionally smashing him into the ground.

Baldy looked at Leng Jun on the battle stage and felt a strong sense of empathy; he had also been swung around like that by Zhang Bufan, and he was fortunate that Big Brother only wanted to lightly punish him and had no intention of harming him.

But Leng Jun on the battle stage was different; he felt the whole world spinning, occasionally colliding with meteorites, with no chance to resist at all.

Shi Xiaozhan swung him around like this for about a few minutes before finally slamming Leng Jun heavily to the ground.

“You said you wanted all your bones shattered, and now I’ve done it,” Shi Xiaozhan said, then stomped on Leng Jun’s heart, exploding it.

Kicking Leng Jun’s corpse off the battle stage, Shi Xiaozhan turned and jumped off the battle stage, slowly walking towards the Wanbao Pavilion resting area.

Leng Jun said he wanted to be carried off the battle stage horizontally, and he achieved it.

On the Battle Heaven Holy Land’s side, everyone’s faces were ashen, including Grand Elder Gu Lin, who was in the main seat.

Gu Lin said nothing, but he nearly ground his molars to dust, his chest heaving violently, and his eyes erupted with intense fury.

“Useless trash, a good-for-nothing.” Feng Yunyu slammed his palm onto the armrest of his chair, pulverizing it; losing the match was no big deal, but the key was that it was too humiliating.

The dignified Battle Heaven Holy Land, one of the top Sects in the Eastern Region, a Disciple at the Kai Shan Realm Great Perfection, couldn't defeat someone at the Kai Shan Realm Middle Stage; this incident would become a laughing stock for others for a long time to come.

After venting for a while, Feng Yunyu issued an order, “If any Battle Heaven Holy Land participants encounter that Shi Xiaozhan again, they are to create distance and blast him to death at all costs.”

Shi Xiaozhan returned to the resting area and, as always, closed his eyes and feigned sleep.

Everyone’s gaze towards Shi Xiaozhan changed; if defeating Lin Jian was merely luck, then now, directly defeating Leng Jun, and even across two minor Realms, undoubtedly showed that Shi Xiaozhan’s combat power was extremely formidable.

Even those Wanbao Pavilion enforcers who had originally disdained this team member all looked at Shi Xiaozhan with respectful gazes.

“How about it, isn’t my Junior Brother pretty good?” Zhang Bufan asked Xiao Ling beside him with a grin.

“Hmph, it’s just good luck,” Xiao Ling said, clearly unconvinced, though her words sounded somewhat lacking in confidence.

“Oh, when the matches are over, would you like me to have my Junior Brother spar with you?” Zhang Bufan asked with a half-smile.

Xiao Ling turned her face away and said crossly, “Hmph, who wants to fight with that madman?”

“Alright, Young Master Zhang, don’t tease Xiao Ling anymore,” Nangong Yuyan interjected at the right time to smooth things over.

Zhang Bufan turned to Fire Qingrou, “Fire Qingrou, what do you think of this Junior Brother?”

“Very strong,” Fire Qingrou replied truthfully, then remembered something and asked, “Senior Brother, I heard Dazhuang say his younger brother is defiant of both heaven and earth, how did you convince him to become your Disciple?”

“An Immortal has his own wonderful plans,” Zhang Bufan said with a smile, keeping them in suspense.

“Don’t tell me then, who cares to know,” Fire Qingrou said, annoyed, and slapped Baldy on the forehead.

Poor Baldy, suffering for no reason, he had no choice but to change seats, moving between Zhang Bufan and Xiao Ling.

But Xiao Ling seemed to be in a fit of pique too, and with another slap, she swept Baldy away.

Baldy wanted to cry in grievance; he swore that when he grew up and had enough strength, he would definitely get revenge, but for now, he could only silently endure and cast a pleading look at Zhang Bufan, as if to say, “Big Brother, you brought me out, don’t abandon me.”

Zhang Bufan couldn’t bear to watch any longer and waved his hand at Baldy, signaling him to jump onto his shoulder, and even took out a Spirit Medicine for him to eat.

Time passed quickly, and an hour later, the second round of matches had concluded.

After a ten-minute halftime break.

The matches resumed, and the remaining participants went to draw lots.

After two rounds of screening, there were now thirty remaining participants: two from Battle Heaven Holy Land, three from the other two Holy Lands, three from Wanbao Pavilion, and nineteen from the seven major Sects combined.

Those who remained were undoubtedly the elites of their respective forces, possessing great strength.

Except for Shi Xiaozhan, all the remaining participants were experts at the Kai Shan Realm Great Perfection; of course, by this point, no one would look down on Shi Xiaozhan because of his Realm.

Shi Xiaozhan took out the lot he had drawn and looked at it, finding it was number six, meaning he would be in the second match; he returned to his seat somewhat uninterestingly and continued to close his eyes to rest.

The remaining three from Wanbao Pavilion, except for Shi Xiaozhan, were all scheduled for the first match.

They faced Disciples from the Refining Sect and Batian Sect, respectively.

After a bitter struggle, they all lost, and one person was even killed by a Disciple from the Refining Sect.

Loose Cultivators were, after all, Loose Cultivators, without much foundation; although Wanbao Pavilion had given them some treasures when they participated in the matches, they still couldn't compare to the elite Disciples of major forces.

For example, the Cultivator who faced the Refining Sect Disciple was utterly helpless after the opponent suddenly brought out several Sixth-Grade Spiritual Artifacts, and the Refining Sect Disciple’s Physical Body was also extremely powerful; he didn’t last two rounds before being blasted to death on the spot.

Although they were fighting on behalf of Wanbao Pavilion, Wanbao Pavilion wouldn't seek revenge for them; at most, it was a cooperative relationship where Wanbao Pavilion paid money and they risked their lives, it was that simple.

Seeing them finish their matches, Shi Xiaozhan impatiently stood up, walked directly over, and jumped onto the battle stage, “Number six, come up and fight.”

At the same time, a green-robed Disciple from the Tianjian Sect stood up and slowly walked towards the battle stage.

But he had only taken two steps when he received three Divine Sense transmissions.