175: Chapter 175 Earning Money Standing Up! Unfair Battles, Raising Gu!?

Lu Qingyun turned a blind eye to these gazes, his eyes sweeping casually across the arena.

The Powerhouse Group side was full of unfamiliar faces; after sweeping across them once, he lost interest and his gaze returned to the Youth Group camp.

It paused first on Luo Qing.

Her cultivation at the late Yukong Realm was particularly eye-catching among this crowd; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was at the bottom.

Lu Qingyun raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

The second stage melee had no rules and no restrictions on strength; it was cruel, a case of the weak being prey to the strong. Even that sneaky-looking Sky-Flying Realm weasel-man had fallen in it, yet this woman had actually managed to hold on until the third stage?

Her luck was truly good.

Luo Qing seemed to sense his gaze and subconsciously straightened her back, but when she met those indifferent eyes, her heart inexplicably panicked, and she hurriedly turned her face away.

She always felt that the eyes of this mysterious "Tyrannosaurus Battle God" were a bit familiar, but no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't remember where she had seen them, so she just assumed she was overthinking it.

Immediately, Lu Qingyun's gaze turned to the other side.

Mu Susu was standing in a position near the front of the crowd, her white dress spotless, quiet as a painting.

She had evidently also been directly advanced to the third stage as a Divine Intent prodigy, without even participating in the melee of the first two rounds.

Sensing Lu Qingyun's gaze, Mu Susu slowly raised her eyes, and their gazes met.

Her eyes were calm and waveless, yet carried an unspoken sense of oppression. The corners of her lips curved up imperceptibly, as if reminding him not to forget their agreement.

Lu Qingyun expressionlessly shifted his gaze away, as if he hadn't seen her at all.

A mere heavenly demon, and it dares to order him around?

He wanted the heavenly demon stone, and he wanted the benefits too, but when to give them and how much to give, that had to be up to him.

He wanted to earn the money while standing!

The next second, without stopping, he walked straight to the very back of the line and stood there. His figure was upright, yet it exuded a laid-back air of "I don't want to join in the fun."

Those prodigies in front, who considered themselves top-tier and had deliberately stood in the front row to hold their ground, immediately stiffened.

They had originally wanted to turn back and say a few harsh words or strike a pose, but the guy didn't even come to the front, standing directly at the back instead.

Turning back would make them look like they cared too much.

Not turning back, that fighting spirit from just now felt like hitting cotton—uncomfortable and unresolved.

The expressions of several people were somewhat subtle; they could only bite the bullet and keep standing, all making a mental note against Lu Qingyun.

Just at this moment— Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several extremely powerful auras suddenly descended from the sky like mountains pressing down, and the air in the entire arena instantly solidified!

Master Ming walked at the very front in a Zhongshan suit, followed by four men and women with equally unfathomable auras. Each of them was surrounded by a faint, lingering shadow of a Dharma Form, and every gesture they made carried a pressure that could shake the heavens and the earth.

Five Dharma Form Grandmasters!

They even brought special effects for their entrance, as if afraid others wouldn't know.

Everyone present turned serious; whether they were young prodigies or Divine Intent experts, they all bowed slightly and lowered their heads in salute.

The Dharma Aspect Realm was already an existence standing at the pinnacle of human martial arts, the anchor guarding a region; no one dared to withhold this respect.

Only two people stood with their backs straight.

Lu Qingyun stood lazily at the very back, not even lifting his eyelids, as if those five Dharma Form Grandmasters were no different from rocks on the roadside.

Mu Susu also remained standing in place, her chin raised, looking ahead with indifferent eyes. That posture was as if what stood above were not five human grandmasters, but five insignificant ants.

One man and one woman, one in front and one in back, were particularly eye-catching in the crowd of people bowing.

Master Ming's gaze fell on the two of them at the first moment.

His brows furrowed imperceptibly.

For some reason, looking at these two young people, an indescribable sense of annoyance inexplicably rose in his heart, as if he were instinctively repelled, feeling uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

Especially that girl in the white dress; she clearly didn't look old, but the sense of looking down in those eyes actually made even him, a Dharma Form Grandmaster, feel vaguely uncomfortable.

And that boy, while laid-back, the faint, lingering evil aura around him always gave him a sense of familiarity.

"Perhaps it's an illusion." Master Ming shook his head, suppressing the anomaly in his heart.

The Martial Arts Tournament was of great importance now; he couldn't let these inexplicable feelings cause trouble and lose fairness.

The five Dharma Form Grandmasters landed in front, and the invisible pressure caused everyone's breathing to stagnate.

The Grey-robed Elder standing on the far left stepped forward slowly. His face was withered, his eyelids half-drooped, and he reached into his sleeve, taking out a dark yellow scroll.

"Next, I will read the battle rules for the third stage."

The elder's voice was not loud, yet it fell clearly into everyone's ears.

He pinched one end of the scroll with his fingertips and gave it a light shake.

Whoosh— The scroll unfolded accordingly, one section, two sections, three sections... it kept getting longer and longer, hanging down like a waterfall, the end dragging directly onto the cold rock floor, spreading for a full two or three meters, and it still hadn't reached the end.

The eyelids of everyone below the stage jumped in unison. It's here! This routine again!

Whenever the officials held any big occasion, they would always start by reciting a bunch of grand-sounding opening remarks, then list a dozen detailed prohibitions, and finally, dilly-dally before announcing the start.

Looking at the length of this scroll, they were afraid it wouldn't be finished in half an hour.

Many prodigies secretly loosened their muscles and joints, preparing themselves to listen to the long-winded speech.

The old monsters of the Powerhouse Group even closed their eyes to rest, intending to take advantage of this time to regulate their breathing and nourish their energy.

But just at this moment, the Grey-robed Elder's mouth curved up slightly. Instead of bowing his head to read the scroll, he swept his gaze across the crowd and spoke at a rapid speed.

"The rules are very simple: no restrictions on methods, no separation of groups. Within each respective group, the last one standing on the field will be the final winner."

"Now—the battle begins!"

The moment his words fell, he flicked his wrist, and the long scroll that had been dragging on the ground "clapped" back into a ball and was casually shoved back into his sleeve by him.

The whole set of actions was smooth and flowing, without wasting even a second.

The whole arena was deathly silent. No one had reacted yet. Huh? That's it?

Such a long scroll, and you just said this one sentence?! Are you messing with us?!

Before everyone had finished digesting this sentence, the five Dharma Form Grandmasters had already flickered their figures simultaneously, rising into the air like five brilliant rainbows, and landed in unison on the high platforms around the arena.

Their Divine Intent spread out, firmly covering the entire arena; whenever someone was on the verge of death, they would be immediately swept out of the arena by the Divine Intent for treatment.

Looking at this posture, they didn't intend to say another word of nonsense.

After the silence, "Boom—!!!" A terrifying energy fluctuation suddenly exploded in the most densely packed part of the crowd!

A Sky-Flying Realm youth prodigy standing in a front position didn't even see what his opponent looked like before his chest was directly pierced by a fist glowing with Divine Intent!

"Urgh ah—!!" A shrill scream resounded through the arena.

His whole body flew backward like a broken rag doll, blood spraying an arc in the air.

Just before he was about to fall to the ground and his life force was about to be cut off, a gentle yet irresistible golden Divine Intent swept over, rolling his body and instantly disappearing at the edge of the arena.

Fast, too fast. From the attack to the rescue, it was no more than the time of a single breath.

But this scream was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a pot of boiling oil, instantly igniting the atmosphere of the entire arena!

"A melee?! No separation of groups?!"

"The Powerhouse Group and the Youth Group fighting together? How the hell is this supposed to be fought!"

"Crazy! These rules are simply crazy!"

The Yu Kong Realm prodigies in the Youth Group instantly turned pale.

They had originally thought that the third stage would at least be a contest between peers, at most a duel between top prodigies. Who could have imagined that the officials would play such a big game!

Throwing the Youth Group and the Powerhouse Group into the same arena for a melee! This wasn't a martial arts competition; this was clearly raising Gu!