102: Chapter 102 'Lin Fan' Takes the Battle

Zhou Yu’s jade-like hand pushed the leopard head aside, pointing toward the Bedrock Puppet opposite them.

She commanded, "Little Xue, tear this piece of broken stone to shreds for me."

The Snow Leopard let out a low growl.

Its beastly pupils looked at the giant object before it, suddenly shrinking.

Muscles throughout its body erupted, its fur bristled, and it bared its teeth.

In the next instant.

Its form moved, transforming into a white whirlwind.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.”

It kicked up a light breeze.

The gravel and debris on the arena stage vibrated slowly.

Its speed was so great.

That even Qi Refining Cultivators could only see afterimages.

Xu Changsheng’s brow furrowed tightly.

The reason being.

He also could not see the leopard's figure clearly.

He remained silent in contemplation.

If he were to face this leopard, he would have to use the Star Pattern to set up a freezing or protective Formation around himself in a very short time; otherwise, he would fall into a massive disadvantage.

A Rank Two Yao Beast was truly terrifying.

The battle on the arena stage continued.

The Bedrock Puppet simply could not keep up with the Snow Leopard's speed.

To the Snow Leopard, the waving of the long arms looked like slow motion.

The latter's feline claws scratched fiercely at the Puppet’s body.

“Clang.”

It scratched out five indentations half a foot deep.

Seeing that its full-strength strike only caused this much damage, a flash of surprise crossed the Snow Leopard's vertical pupils.

There was no time for second thoughts.

It transformed into 'wind' once again, dodging a slap from the Puppet.

It climbed onto the Puppet’s head and swung its claws again.

...

Fifteen minutes later.

Panting heavily, it jumped back to Zhou Yu’s side.

Looking unwillingly at the scarred Puppet and feeling the Snow Leopard's exhaustion.

Zhou Yu bowed slightly toward Fourth Disciple: "Junior is no match for this Puppet."

Fourth Disciple nodded.

Zhou Yu retracted the Snow Leopard into her Spirit Beast Bag and walked elegantly off the arena stage.

The Loose Cultivators, having watched a brilliant Foundation Establishment close-quarters battle, saw Zhou Yu admit defeat.

They all began to voice their indignation for her.

"Senior Tang, this Puppet of yours is too sturdy; even Young Miss Zhou's rank two spirit pet couldn't do anything to it."

"Exactly, if even a rank two Spirit Beast is no match for this Puppet, how could any Qi Refining Cultivator possibly beat it?"

Everyone was already in despair.

They had thought that even if they couldn't get the foundation establishment pill themselves, it would be good to see how someone else got it.

They never expected that even a rank two Spirit Beast, once released, would still be unable to contend with this Puppet.

Zhou Yu walked toward the city gates under the escort of her guards.

She sighed inwardly; currently, she had two rank two spirit pets: the Snow Leopard favored speed, while the other, a Shield-Armored Dragon, favored defense.

It just so happened that neither could do anything to this Bedrock Puppet, which was known for its defensive power.

Fourth Disciple paid no heed, keeping his eyes closed.

In any case, he was just pushed here by his Master to take the blame; as long as he got through today, this crowd of Loose Cultivators would go back to whatever they were doing.

Besides, he had already prepared a backup plan.

He looked toward a brother and sister not far away.

Ximen Qing and Ximen Ji.

They were the first disciples he had recruited from the mortal world, and the only time he had done so.

Before coming, he had lent Ximen Qing a Second-rank Puppet, which was enough to break the Bedrock Puppet.

He was still wondering whether he should have Ximen Qing come out now.

But then he saw a Cultivator in black clothes walking slowly from the crowd.

His target was precisely the direction of the arena stage.

Feeling displeased, he asked: "Who is this little friend, and why do you refuse to show your true face?"

The Cultivators all craned their necks to look over.

"He's also just a Qi Refining Cultivator. What's with all the sneaking around?"

"He's asking you a question, why don't you respond? Could it be you're an evil Cultivator?"

No one was willing to make way for him; they all blocked his path, pointing and gossiping at him.

"You, a Qi Refining Cultivator, also want to go up and try? Forget it, take a piece of advice from your elder: it's important for young people to recognize their own strength. Don't try to seek attention."

"What an embarrassing fellow, stop him!"

The man in black did not reply, using his arm to push aside the person in front of him.

Sensing that this person was only at the Late Stage Qi Refining cultivation.

Fourth Disciple's brow furrowed, intending to teach this boy who didn't know the rules a lesson.

Suddenly, a clear and ethereal voice reached his ears.

It was Chu Linger sending him a Divine Sense transmission: "Senior Brother, this is the disciple I recently recruited, named Lin Fan. He is quite low-key and doesn't like to show off."

Hearing this.

Fourth Disciple lowered his raised hand.

He recalled that he had also participated in Lin Fan's entry examination that day.

He was a decent prospect.

Moreover, he was his Junior Sister's eldest disciple; he had to give him some special treatment.

Revealing a kind smile, he said with a voice full of vigor: "So it is the disciple recently recruited by Yellow Ox. Little friend Lin Fan, please."

Hearing these words.

The entire venue fell silent.

It turned out this was another person with connections.

“Hiss.”

The sound of people gasping for breath was constant.

Those who had just been speaking arrogantly all made way, their attitudes shifting from arrogance to servility.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Lin. I was blind just now and said the wrong things."

"A Fellow Daoist of great character wouldn't hold a grudge, right?"

"Of course, hahaha."

A few bold individuals stepped forward to put their arms around his shoulders.

They were shrugged off.

Xu Changsheng walked onto the arena stage and bowed to Fourth Disciple.

The latter waved his hand: "No need for formalities. Nephew must be careful; this Bedrock Puppet doesn't know its own strength."

"But I, your Senior Martial Uncle, will definitely keep an eye on you."

Xu Changsheng didn't speak, only nodding.

Then he turned to look at the Bedrock Puppet on the opposite side of the arena.

Although Fourth Disciple felt 'Lin Fan' was a bit strange, he didn't think too much of it and pressed his hand down: "In this round, Lin Fan will fight!"

As soon as the words fell.

The Puppet's stone eyes snapped open, and it dragged its heavy body to attack Xu Changsheng.

The ground shook and the mountains swayed.

The latter's eyes were tightly shut.

He felt the pressure brought by the Second-rank Puppet.

The power of his blood and Qi circulated through his body.

He raised his right foot and stomped heavily on the ground.

Spiderweb-like cracks were instantly revealed.

This scene naturally did not escape the crowd watching the excitement.

"What the hell? He cracked the arena stage with one foot?"

"That can't be right. It's not like I haven't been up there. Those floor tiles are as hard as quasi-second tier spirit iron. Even if a Quasi-Second Tier talisman hit them, there wouldn't be a single mark."

Just as the words were spoken.

Xu Changsheng's left foot repeated the action of his right foot.

This time, he directly crushed the white jade floor tiles.

Everyone felt the tremor coming from the ground.

"This is?"

"Could it be?"

Fourth Disciple stopped resting his eyes and snapped them open, looking at 'Lin Fan's' posture.

Further away, Chu Linger, hiding in the shadows, also covered her red lips, unable to believe that this person was the Xu Changsheng who only knew how to bully her and borrow money from her.

Soon, someone with keen eyes saw through the technique.

"He is a Body Refiner!"

"Ah? That Body Cultivator? I've only seen them in ancient records. People actually practice that?"

Fourth Disciple's brow furrowed tightly.

He had seen many Body Refiners; his Junior Brother Xiong Meng was one.

But this Lin Fan only had Qi Refining cultivation.

How could his Body Refining Realm have reached such a level?

"A Second-rank Body Refiner!"

Chu Linger felt the blood and Qi power overflowing from Xu Changsheng's body, which felt similar to the sensation Xiong Meng gave her.

However, the crowd present could not sense it.

That keen-eyed person sighed: "A pity. Even a Quasi-Second Tier Body Refiner cannot contend with a Bedrock Puppet, which is also known for its hardness."

But in the next instant.

Xu Changsheng moved.

His eyes snapped open, radiating a brilliant light!