47: Chapter 47 How did it run so fast?

Lu Mang tasted success and immediately pressed his advantage.

With a flash, he arrived before Chun Xiaobai, his tiger-head blade stirring up a bloody light once more as he unleashed another fierce blade aura.

Chun Xiaobai immediately rolled along the ground, avoiding this seemingly inevitable strike at an angle that looked incredibly pathetic yet left no openings for an ordinary person to discern.

The blade aura slashed fiercely into the hard blue-steel stone arena, instantly erupting in a dazzling burst of sparks.

"Ah!"

With a terrified look on his Face, Chun Xiaobai let out another pig-like shriek. Abandoning his blade, he covered his head and turned to run.

Seeing this scene from below the stage, Elder Fu looked quite pleased, his beard curling upwards.

"This kid has decent talent, but his Heart-Nature is too impetuous."

He could see that Chun Xiaobai possessed superb movement techniques, but he wasn't using them for the right purpose, utilizing them only to flee.

"It's good to let you kid learn a lesson, lest you become so inflated in the future that you don't even know who you are, and die without knowing how you died!"

Just like that, on the arena stage, they chased in circles and slashed, over and over, struggling for nearly a quarter of an hour.

Lu Mang was panting, cursing under his breath.

"Damn it, is this guy a rabbit? Why is he running so fast!"

He could also see that Chun Xiaobai had decent movement techniques, but his physical strength was far lacking, and his true Realm was likely only at Qi Refining Level 7.

If not for his movement techniques, he would have chopped this kid to death long ago.

Meanwhile, Chun Xiaobai was giving it his all to make a fortune, looking utterly disheveled.

The brand-new green robe of a Disciple he wore had been shredded into strips by the aftermath of the blade aura, hanging on him and fluttering in the wind, making him look just like a beggar sect leader.

His pathetic state drew bursts of mockery and cheers from the onlookers below the stage.

"Haha, this kid is hilarious, he only knows how to run!"

"Senior Brother Lu, don't waste time with him, just use your ultimate move and cripple him!"

"This isn't a challenge, he's clearly here to perform monkey tricks for us!"

Seeing that the setup was about enough, Chun Xiaobai curled the corner of his mouth slightly, slid his feet, and deliberately forced himself into a corner at the edge of the arena.

This spot was a perfect right angle; once he stood there, there was no way back.

Seeing that the kid's path of retreat was finally sealed off, Lu Mang's Face immediately twisted into a ferocious, enraged expression.

Originally, he thought he could easily finish the kid off in three breaths, but he hadn't expected this guy to use all his skills on fleeing.

Today, he had to break this guy's legs and see how he would run in the future!

"You kid, run now!"

Lu Mang approached step by step, the flesh on his Face trembling.

"Let's see where you can run to today!"

With his back against the corner, panting heavily, Chun Xiaobai shouted in terror, "You, don't come over! If you come any closer, I'll jump down!"

"Uh!!!"

Lu Mang's footsteps came to a sudden halt.

If he let him jump down himself, that would be equivalent to admitting defeat directly!

Then how could he openly and honestly break his legs?

How could he regain the Face he lost from being toyed with earlier?

"Want to admit defeat? Too late!"

Lu Mang roared inwardly, put away his long blade, and reached out a hand like a palm-leaf fan, grabbing towards Chun Xiaobai's neck.

He prepared to drag this guy to the center of the arena, give him a good beating, and enjoy it before doing anything else!

This loss of reason and explosive temper was exactly what Chun Xiaobai wanted.

Seeing that large hand thrusting over, he immediately secretly channeled the third form of the "Heaven-Treading Step" — Shrinking Ground to an Inch.

Just as Lu Mang's hand was about to pinch Chun Xiaobai's neck, his eyes suddenly blurred, and he found that the kid's figure had weirdly shifted a foot to the side, causing him to grab nothing but air.

Chun Xiaobai let out a strange cry, "I'll fight you to the death!"

Then, with a sudden flip of his wrist, as he passed by Lu Mang, he directly used the Sky-Tearing Hand — Muscle Severing.

He followed through with a flick of his shoulder, his fingers sweeping past Lu Mang's lower back, lightly but firmly tapping on the core Meridians that supported his entire body's strength.

Lu Mang only felt as if he had been hit by something; his waist suddenly went weak, and the spiritual power circulating within his body felt like it had gone askew, instantly stalling, causing his entire body to lunge forward uncontrollably.

Bang!

His massive body flew directly off the arena, crashing down below in a chaotic heap, limbs flailing.

The surrounding onlookers, the Disciples, saw this dramatic scene, their smiles instantly freezing, their hands raised in cheers awkwardly suspended in the air.

"Th-this... what happened? Why did Senior Brother Lu fall down by himself?"

"Yeah, how did he just fall down like that?"

Everyone was bewildered.

From their perspective, Lu Mang had just lunged forward to grab the person, but somehow his foot slipped, he couldn't steady himself, and he fell off the arena.

Elder Fu's wrinkled Face also stiffened suddenly.

However, he had seen more and more clearly than the Disciples below.

Just now, that kid Chun Xiaobai's body had suddenly shifted strangely, and his swinging hand had just happened to touch Lu Mang's back.

The confusing point was right there...

That movement was light and airy, not nearly enough to knock him off the arena.

Yet this guy had indeed fallen off the arena.

All eyes instantly focused on Lu Mang, as if trying to find answers on his Face.

Lu Mang did a carp kip-up to get up from the ground, and just as he was about to roar and rush up, he suddenly realized—he had already fallen off the arena!

"Th-this..."

He was stunned for a moment, then he completely fell apart, unable to accept this reality.

Just now, he didn't know what happened, but that spot on his lower back suddenly lost all strength, he couldn't steady himself at all, and as a result, the momentum of his lunge carried him, and he just tumbled down.

Could it be... could it be that he hadn't been living properly the last few days, and had some kidney deficiency?

"That didn't count! I just didn't stand steady!" Lu Mang shouted at the arena, his Face flushed red.

"Uh!"

The people around heard this and widened their eyes in shock.

What the hell?

You really didn't stand steady?

You put your whole reputation on the line, and you tell us you didn't stand steady?

Elder Fu's mouth twitched in anger, and he wished he could slap this idiot to death.

He didn't expect to have guessed correctly; this guy really did just slip.

He now felt that this guy was even more detestable than Chun Xiaobai.

Everyone was waiting to see how you would grind this arrogant kid into the ground, and yet you, damn it, said you slipped?

"Ah!! Did I win?"

A cheeky voice broke the silence of the scene.

Chun Xiaobai walked to the edge of the arena with a puzzled look, looked at the silent crowd below, and asked tentatively.

Immediately after, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he slapped his thigh hard: "Right, right, right! Stepping out of the arena counts as a loss!!!"

"Hahahaha!"

"I, Chun Xiaobai, won!"