Healing System

Michael sliced his wooden sword upward, making a trickle of blood appear on Shi Feng's chin.

Even if the attack had not managed to reach him, Michael did expend a little bit of his mana to outstretch the sword.

In a fight like this, where the stakes were only low on the outside, the two were trying to kill each other.

That became even more apparent when Shi Feng swung his sword to counterattack, only to throw out a single poisonous needle, trying to kill Michael straight up.

He evaded it by simply bringing his sword up to his face and, at the very last moment, tilting it slightly, making the needle fly toward the side.

Coincidentally, it was heading for the overseer, who noticed just a tad bit too late.

"AAAAAH!" The overseer shouted in pain, clutching the arm in which the needle was embedded.

However, Michael was not exactly expecting the sheer strength of the poison that would follow.

The overseer's hand turned red, then purple, until eventually, it was completely grayed out.

Yet as it began traveling upward, the overseer brought their other hand down, severing the poisoned one.

'Even if I am technically immune, I don't really want to get hit by that,' Michael remarked inwardly and turned his attention back to Shi Feng.

"I missed, but I won't miss again. Prepare yourself."

"You're talking, huh?" Michael scoffed and looked up. His team had managed to score another couple of points, bringing their total up to 5.

Sadly, they were still in last place, with the Cloudflower sect leader at 11 points, followed by the Azure Dragon sect and the Plum Blossom sect, tied at 8 points.

Since the overseer seemed to be in pain and not exactly paying much attention to their fight, Michael decided to up the pace a little.

Dashing over to Shi Feng, he was met with a palm filled to the brim with mana, which felt like if he touched it, his entire body would explode.

Nonetheless, he was not going to let such an attack so much as graze him.

That was why Michael proceeded to parry the palm with his shield, expending 10% of his mana in the process.

However, the result was definitely worth it, as Shi Feng's palm suddenly inverted itself, recoiling all the mana backward into his body.

Yet despite such a perfect reflection, Shi Feng remained standing as though nothing had happened.

"Is this your idea of an attack? It is pretty shabby," he said, and with a wave of his arm, managed to heal his palm.

'That was a bit too fast...' Michael thought with a raised brow.

So far, there had not been a lot of people who could match him in terms of regeneration—much less so because he could heal himself at the same time.

And yet, here Shi Feng was, healing at a rate that would practically make him immortal unless Michael used an extremely destructive attack to kill him.

[It's just a party trick. He used poison to heal himself by nullifying the pain and speeding up cell regrowth. I could see myself using that if I was weak, to be honest.] The system commented.

'Even so, it seems like there's minimal backlash, so he can just keep doing this over and over again.'

[Just like you.] The system added with a chuckle, making a smile tug at Michael's face.

'Just like me.'

With that, he dashed ahead, swinging his sword down.

But just before it managed to make contact with Shi Feng, a golden umbrella emerged, which confused Shi Feng for only a moment—until a fierce flashbang blinded him.

And in that short moment, Michael brought the sword down onto Shi Feng's head before reeling it back and stabbing him straight in the abdomen, effectively knocking him off the arena.

'Not so much for a Tier 5 powerhouse, eh?' he chuckled inwardly.

[Well, he is heavily holding back. If he tried, then these entire sect grounds would have long turned into ruins.] The system affirmed.

"R-Round one winner... Golden Dragon sect." The overseer's strained voice rang out, stopping the fight.

Michael watched as Shi Feng stood up and dusted himself off before stepping back onto the arena. "One more?"

"Sure," Michael replied with a chuckle, glancing off to the side.

His win had managed to put his sect into second place with a total of 9 points.

Yet even then, the Cloudflower sect had jumped all the way to 14 points now.

"What makes you so confident, Shi Feng?" Michael asked. "You do realize that if you don't win this event and the next, you will be handing over all your sect's riches, right?"

"Be that as it may, the process depends on the sect leader's availability. If he just so happens to take a short cultivation break, then no one can stop him," Shi Feng replied with a smile.

"Is that so?" Michael narrowed his eyes. "Does the same apply if the sect leader is found dead? Hypothetically, of course."

"His death can only be confirmed once his body is found. If it's not, then there is a period of one year or so before you could begin a trial to become the sect leader," Shi Feng explained, amused. "But you don't have to worry about that—since you might not live past today."

'So killing him would be a double-edged sword then... Still, I need to time it perfectly.' Michael pondered and looked toward the overseer.

"Start the match," he said in a cold voice, and before the overseer could even officially begin the match, Michael appeared before Shi Feng and suddenly swung his wooden sword down.

"You will be disqualified," Shi Feng stated with a short burst of laughter.

However, no such disqualification came, as the moment Michael gazed at the overseer, he also threw over a little pouch containing several gold coins.

Therefore, he put in more strength, until eventually, he was able to overpower Shi Feng—who, remarkably, was still holding back.

Nonetheless, Michael was able to knock him out again, earning an additional 4 points and putting his team at a total of 13, just a tad behind the Cloudflower sect.

"Again?" Shi Feng dusted himself off and came back.

Michael was not one to refuse free points, therefore, he accepted.

The fight went on pretty much the same, and he won again.

Then again, and lastly, again.

Five wins in total, netting him 20 points and putting his team ahead of the Cloudflower sect now.

And the scores were as follows:

In first, Golden Dragon sect—27 points.

In second, Cloudflower sect—22 points.

In third, Plum Blossom sect—18 points.

And lastly, Azure Dragon sect—13 points.

They had been doing pretty poorly and even losing a few points—mostly due to Shi Feng constantly losing on purpose.

"Did you enjoy yourself? Now you're not going to win, and at this rate, we will take everything you own," Michael asked with a chuckle.

Yet Shi Feng was suspiciously quiet.

"You could avoid it, truly, but you would need to hand over everything you own first. Then maybe—only maybe—would we let you keep your title," Michael spoke, an ominous feeling welling up in his chest.

But since Shi Feng remained quiet, Michael decided to simply back away and head to another game.

This time, it was the shaking tower of rocks, which he decided to quickly finish by holding the rocks in place with his mana.

The shaking was not that intense, but even so, the rocks could not fall due to his influence.

Therefore, Michael finished yet another game, with a total of five wins that put him at an extra 20 points.

'If my team kept up their game, then we should be at around 49 points now—' Michael turned toward the points board and froze.

In first, Azure Dragon sect—45 points.

In second, Cloudflower sect—39 points.

In third, Plum Blossom sect—34 points.

And lastly, Golden Dragon sect—30 points. Experience new tales on My Virtual Library Empire

"Oi... fuckface," Michael turned toward the overseer, sporting a cold glare. "Did you not count my points?"

"Your points were accurately tallied and added to your total amount," the overseer responded calmly.

"I came in here with 27 points, and I am leaving here with 30. Do you think that makes sense?" Michael enveloped the overseer with his mana, making them tremble in place.

"Disciple Mujin... Your points were tallied. However, your points are constantly going down... I'm not sure what your team is doing," the overseer replied with gasps, until eventually, Michael let them go.

Taking a glance back at the points, he watched as his points went from 30 to 29, then only a few moments later, from 29 to 28.

'Alright, what the fuck are they doing?' Michael thought with furrowed brows and enveloped the entire Cloudflower sect in his mana, sensing each and every person present.

Surprisingly, his team was doing just fine—he could see Mimi completing some rock-throwing game, whereas Kai was doing some kind of leg-stand game.

The same went for Hu Rong, who was now doing archery and, surprisingly, was rather good at it.

It was safe to say their points were supposed to go up—definitely.

Yet, as he glanced again, they were now at 25.

'Is this really how you want to play this?'