59: Chapter 59 Accepting the Challenge

A light breeze brushed across the square, kicking up a bit of dust.

Seeing the helplessness written all over Chen Zilong's face, Ye Wushuang felt even more smug, a contemptuous curve curling at the corner of his mouth.

He was now increasingly certain that Chen Zilong knew he was no match for him and therefore didn't dare to accept the challenge.

"Chen Zilong! If you're a man, let your strength do the talking!"

Ye Wushuang stood with his hands behind his back, his chin slightly raised in a domineering posture that looked down on all living things, his tone full of provocation. "What kind of man hides behind women all day long!"

"If you have the guts, come up and fight me!"

"Whoever loses will kneel on the ground, kowtow, and call the other 'Grandfather'!"

Chen Zilong was fuming with rage, secretly complaining in his heart:

A guy with a cheat actually has the face to say "let strength do the talking"?

It's simply the most ridiculous thing in the world!

Where do you get the nerve?

Do you even have a face?

Simply shameless!

In all his years, he had never seen such an arrogant person.

Today was truly an eye-opener.

He suppressed his anger and could only roar in his heart:

Damn it!

If you have the guts, throw away your storage ring and let's duel. Do you dare?!

Beside him, Ye Xishui's peerlessly beautiful face was like it was covered in frost, her willow-like brows tightly furrowed, and her eyes held hidden anger.

Tu Shan Xiaoxiao was also so angry that her pretty face was cold. Her figure was slender and graceful, carrying a cold aura that seemed detached from the mortal world, but at this moment, she appeared vivid due to her anger.

Both women knew very well that if Chen Zilong accepted the duel, the outcome was already decided.

He would surely be stepped on by Ye Wushuang, and then listen to the other party shout the classic line: "Thirty years on the east bank, thirty years on the west bank, do not bully a youth for being poor!"

By now, Ye Wushuang had cleaned himself up and was the number one in this Competition.

According to the rules of the Disciple Recruitment Ceremony, a Personal Disciple cannot refuse a challenger's invitation to fight.

"Could it be that no matter what, I cannot escape the cycle of being stepped on by this child of destiny?"

Chen Zilong sighed helplessly in his heart, his eyes dimming.

Just as Chen Zilong was in utter despair and prepared to bite the bullet and accept Ye Wushuang's challenge, on the high platform, Purple Bamboo Peak Master Liu Mei slowly put down the exquisite white jade teacup in her hand, her movements elegant and composed.

Her cold voice, like an icy spring in a mountain stream, instantly spread across the noisy square:

"This fight, my Purple Bamboo Peak accepts."

She paused, her cold gaze sweeping across the arena with an unquestionable majesty. "However, I want to add a rule: whoever loses will never be accepted by my Purple Bamboo Peak, and—will sever one of their own arms!"

Before her voice had even faded, her slender finger pointed towards the arena from the air.

Strange runes on the arena suddenly lit up, light flowing and quickly enveloping the entire arena before quietly vanishing.

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire square instantly fell into a dead silence!

Everyone was shocked by Liu Mei's ruthless additional condition.

According to what she said, if Chen Zilong loses, he will not only be expelled from Purple Bamboo Peak but also have to sever one of his arms.

If Ye Wushuang loses, he will never have the chance to join Purple Bamboo Peak and will also have to pay the price of an arm.

This stake was extremely cruel for both sides.

Even Sect Master Li Xuan and the other three Peak Masters looked at Liu Mei in shock, their faces full of confusion.

Fengluan Peak Master Song Xiangsi, a beauty with a gentle temperament but currently wearing a worried expression, couldn't help but frown slightly and advise:

"Senior Sister Liu, this... isn't this playing too big? If Martial Nephew Chen loses, he will..."

Her worried gaze drifted towards Chen Zilong on the arena.

Liu Mei raised her hand, interrupting her with a cold posture, her tone carrying unconditional trust in her disciple:

"Junior Sister Song, you worry too much. My disciple, Chen Zilong,"

She turned her gaze to the arena, her voice clear and resonant, "is invincible under heaven! Why should he fear a mere brat like Ye Wushuang?"

She looked at Chen Zilong, a rare, extremely faint, and encouraging smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Long'er, give this guy who doesn't know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth a good lesson. Let him know 'why the flowers are so red'."

Although Chen Zilong had doubts in his heart, seeing his master's calm and determined expression, he still respectfully cupped his fists and replied:

"Yes, Master."

Chen Zilong and Ye Wushuang leaped onto the arena where runes were flickering.

Ye Wushuang's face was full of arrogance, his eyes sweeping across the crowd below as if looking at a group of ants, that all-encompassing arrogance almost overflowing.

Chen Zilong's doubts had not vanished, but as his eyes touched the Restriction light his master had just set up on the arena—which had already faded—he faintly grasped something.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his distracting thoughts.

Master would never harm him; he must face the enemy seriously.

Ye Wushuang was so excited his eyes were shining; he was finally standing on the same arena as Chen Zilong!

Most importantly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Li Xiaoyao and Lu Chengfeng watching from below.

He imagined the scene of stepping on Chen Zilong; how heroic and domineering would that be?

It would surely leave a very good and deep impression on the two of them!

"Do you know? From the moment you chose to oppose this child of destiny,"

Ye Wushuang lowered his voice, with a sinister smile of certain victory, "you were already a corpse!"

"Don't worry, your Senior Sisters and Junior Sisters, and your cold and glamorous Master... Hehe, this child of destiny will take 'good' care of them for you!"

"Jie jie jie..."

He laughed triumphantly.

But for some reason, just as the battle was about to begin, a sense of inexplicable panic suddenly surged in Ye Wushuang's heart.

It was as if something important belonging to him had disappeared.

This feeling became even stronger when he saw Chen Zilong's face.

He forcibly suppressed this discomfort, his gaze turning fierce again:

This time, he must completely step on Chen Zilong!

On the high platform, hearing Ye Wushuang's foul words, Liu Mei only let out an extremely contemptuous cold snort from her nose, not even bothering to look at him.

Xishui ignored him directly, her cold profile like an ice sculpture.

Tu Shan Xiaoxiao clenched her pink fists in anger and shouted at the arena:

"Senior Brother is invincible under heaven! You will surely suffer a crushing defeat!"

Her peerlessly refined face flushed with anger, adding a bit more liveliness.

Chen Zilong only felt a deeper helplessness towards Ye Wushuang's "grand words," the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, and he complained internally:

This Long Aotian vibe is way too strong!

Even the laughter has villain sound effects?

Who exactly is the one holding the villain's script?

Ye Wushuang stopped hiding and directly drew the dragons short sword, his powerful cultivation of the Early Foundation Establishment Realm suddenly exploding!

A powerful spiritual pressure instantly filled the air.

Chen Zilong's pupils shrank, and his brows furrowed tightly:

Ye Wushuang actually reached Foundation Establishment?!

How is this possible?!

He quickly recalled:

Ye Wushuang's previous arena matches were basically instant kills; that Chrysanthemum Manual was inherently overbearing.

Even if he spent a bit of effort against Lu Chengfeng, what he showed then was still the combat power of the peak Qi Refining Realm.

After that, during the formal Competition stage, he didn't fight a single match...

Good grief!

This child of destiny actually learned to "hide his light under a bushel"?

Shouldn't he be the type to advance triumphantly, push through everything, and crazily show off?

According to the original plot, Ye Wushuang's Foundation Establishment should have been after the ceremony.

At that time, he complained to his "love at first sight," Tu Shan Xiaoxiao, that he needed a foundation establishment pill.

Xiaoxiao didn't have one, so under his instigation, she stole the original Chen Zilong's foundation establishment pill for him, and only then did he successfully reach Foundation Establishment.

Why has he already succeeded in Foundation Establishment now?

Where did his foundation establishment pill come from?

According to the settings of this book, there are four ways to reach Foundation Establishment...

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