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Chapter 41: In Short, It Should Look Like a Fluke

“On one side is Xiao Yang, the direct disciple of the head of Changge Sect!”

“It is said that he has been cultivating for only a year, yet he has already reached the late Foundation Establishment stage, just one step away from the Core Formation stage!”

“This is truly a favored child of heaven. In the future, he will have a place in the entire cultivation world!”

“With his black iron ruler and his unique fire, he has defeated countless enemies along the way. I wonder if he can continue to advance today and successfully make it to the top eight!?”

The cultivator introduced by the referee was a young man dressed in black, appearing to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a tall iron ruler behind him.

“And on the other side, we have the head of the declining Demon Sect!”

“Wait a minute… the head?”

The referee read on, finding himself a bit puzzled.

Why would the head of a sect appear in a rookie competition? Isn’t this a bit unreasonable?

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He carefully read the introduction on the bamboo slip several times, confirming that He Youzhou was indeed a sect leader.

But since the officials allowed him to compete, he should indeed be a young cultivator.

Indeed, no one ever said that a young Foundation Establishment stage cultivator couldn’t be a sect leader.

“Although I don’t know why a sect leader is only at the Foundation Establishment stage! Nor do I know why a sect leader would participate in a rookie competition!”

“But he has stumbled along the way, defeating various strong enemies in all sorts of incredible ways!”

“No matter what kind of strong enemy he faces, he can always turn danger into safety!”

“This time, can He Youzhou continue to create miracles? Let’s wait and see!”

After the referee finished speaking, he solemnly stepped back and shouted loudly, “The match begins!”

In an instant, the arena was surrounded by cheers.

Even those who were not interested in the competition at first couldn’t help but be infected by the enthusiasm and joined in the cheering.

Before the referee announced the start of the match, He Youzhou had already consciously thrown his iron sword to the ground and took out the iron sword given to him by the officials.

Moreover, he always remembered to keep a forty-five-degree hunchback, and his eyes should look as tired as possible.

It was best to put on a look of kidney deficiency, and the way he held the sword had to be wrong.

Pretend to be weak, but not too much, so that it would be effective.

If it was too fake, it wouldn’t be pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, but treating people as pure fools.

“Long admired your name, Lord Xiao Yang.” He Youzhou said weakly.

In fact, He Youzhou didn’t know Xiao Yang at all. He spent his days idling on the mountain, how could he know such a rookie?

But what could he say? Polite words still had to be said.

Xiao Yang was unmoved by such enthusiasm and looked at He Youzhou.

“Are you showing weakness?” Xiao Yang frowned and asked seriously.

“Ah?” He Youzhou helplessly touched his hair.

Xiao Yang said with a determined tone, “Anyone who can make it to the top sixteen cannot be weak.”

“Ah, this…” He Youzhou was momentarily speechless.

“Shall we start the fight?” To avoid continuing this awkward topic, he began to urge.

If they kept talking and others found out he was just pretending, wouldn’t he be very embarrassed?

“Not answering? It doesn’t matter.” Xiao Yang looked coldly at He Youzhou, “I never underestimate any opponent.”

“And I am full of confidence in myself. I will definitely win.” With that, he took a step forward.

This step caused cracks to appear on the hard arena, leaving the referee speechless.

Xiao Yang did not take out the Xuan Iron Ruler because the weapon’s lethality was too great and might kill his opponent.

So he planned to test He Youzhou with his different fire.

Blue flames covered his palm and burned towards He Youzhou’s face.

Seeing Xiao Yang approaching aggressively, He Youzhou fell into a 0.05-second thought.

The arena was very large, and the previous tactic of forcing others out of the ring was difficult to achieve.

So, He Youzhou thought of another way.

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He Youzhou retreated chaotically, stabbing his sword at Xiao Yang without any pattern.

Facing such a counterattack, Xiao Yang directly dodged with his body technique and continued his attack.

But just as he dodged He Youzhou’s sword edge, he found his elbow suddenly hit.

It was the sword hilt.

He Youzhou, who suddenly changed his move, coincidentally hit Xiao Yang’s elbow with the sword hilt.

Then He Youzhou’s sword, in a very strange way, pushed Xiao Yang’s hand wrapped in different fire.

The hand that was supposed to grab He Youzhou ended up slapping Xiao Yang’s own shoulder.

“How is this possible!?” Xiao Yang, severely injured by the fire burning his shoulder, began to stagger.

Instinctively, he wanted to guard against He Youzhou’s pursuit, but found that He Youzhou was already lying on the ground in a big character.

Just now, He Youzhou performed a mid-air triple spin in front of the audience, giving the impression that Xiao Yang had severely injured He Youzhou.

Enduring the severe pain in his shoulder, Xiao Yang took down the Xuan Iron Ruler from his back.

At this point, he could no longer hide his strength.

Even though this weapon was highly lethal, he had to use it.

Because he didn’t want to lose.

The heavy Xuan Iron Ruler smashed towards He Youzhou, with such speed and power that a vacuum appeared at the front end of the weapon.

He Youzhou, lying on the ground, inexplicably twitched.

This twitch allowed him to dodge the blow, and then the scabbard in his left hand hit Xiao Yang’s lower abdomen.

Precise, and full of force.

“Cough…” Xiao Yang’s momentum was shattered in an instant, and his spiritual energy could not gather.

The Xuan Iron Great Ruler required sufficient spiritual energy to wield, which caused Xiao Yang to be unable to continue controlling it.

The out-of-control Xuan Iron Great Ruler slipped from his hand and heavily struck Xiao Yang himself.

Xiao Yang spat a mouthful of old blood onto He Youzhou, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

“Why… I haven’t even used my full strength…” He squeezed out this sentence with difficulty before losing consciousness.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t hear He Youzhou’s response, as he was pinned to the ground by his own weapon, unable to rise again.

“Brother Xiao Yang!” A young girl below the stage couldn’t help but call out Xiao Yang’s name upon seeing his miserable state.

“Winner! He Youzhou of Tianyan Sect!” The referee announced He Youzhou’s victory after confirming that Xiao Yang could no longer fight.

“What the heck!”

“What is this!?”

“Where’s the magic battle!?”

“Why isn’t it a fist-to-fist fight?”

“*, refund!”

The audience below the stage, having witnessed a match that was far from exciting, were furious.

The more enthusiastic they were before, the more irritable they were now.

Especially those who had placed bets, they were particularly fierce in their complaints.

However, not everyone who placed bets would curse.

Youlan looked at the extra bag of silver in her hand and smiled as she looked in the direction of her master.

On this day, another disciple of Tianyan Sect learned how to properly acquire funds.