LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 135: These Guys Are Too Incompetent
Feng Fan soared through the skies on his borrowed sword, with more agility than a turtle. In five minutes, he had traveled a hundred meters, positioning himself right in front of the first tier 3 array.
Watching Feng Fan finally approach the first obstacle, a mischievous grin spread across Gao Xiaobo's face. 'This brat is about to suffer,' he thought, savoring the moment.
As Feng Fan neared the illusion array's boundary, Gao Xiaobo anticipated his inevitable collision. But just before he crossed into the array's perimeter, his sword made an abrupt ninety-degree turn to the right, neatly skirting the edge of the array.
The maneuver was so precise that it almost seemed intentional.
Gao Xiaobo's eyes widened in surprise. 'What a lucky bastard!' he thought, his grin faltering. 'But luck can only carry you so far.'
Gao Xiaobo kept a close eye on Feng Fan as he approached another array, a high tier 3 killing array.
'If he steps into that with his cultivation level, he'll be shredded to pieces in a breath of time,' Gao Xiaobo thought. 'Maybe I should step in and save this fool.'
But just as Gao Xiaobo was about to intervene, Feng Fan's sword made another sharp ninety-degree turn, this time veering to the left. The move was as precise as before, avoiding the array by mere inches.
Gao Xiaobo's jaw dropped, and his eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the field. "The first time could've been dumb luck, but the second? There's no way that's a coincidence! This brat knows exactly where the arrays are. But how?!"
The spectators, hearing Gao Xiaobo's outburst, began to murmur amongst themselves, their curiosity piqued by Feng Fan's seemingly uncanny ability.
Qian Xiaoli, standing beside the Qian Emperor as she awaited the Combat category, chuckled softly to herself. 'That's right. That fool would never do something he wasn't confident in,' she thought, her eyes following Feng Fan's progress.
Even some participants on the ground glanced upward, noticing Feng Fan's movements. Experience new tales on My Virtual Library Empire
Despite his slow flying speed, he was still making better progress than anyone below. The reason was simple—he hadn't triggered a single array.
The closest person to the red flag was a disciple from the Blue Dragon Sect. He was painstakingly working to break a tier 2 freezing array when Feng Fan's gaze landed on him.
"Ah, my good friend from the Blue Dragon Sect," Feng Fan muttered with a grin. "Since I can't repay your elders for their kindness, perhaps I'll settle the score with their disciples instead."
After lowering his sword slightly, Feng Fan crouched down and made a quick, precise adjustment to the array with his left hand.
Before the Blue Dragon Sect disciple realized what was happening, the freezing array activated.
The disciple's eyes went wide in horror as he saw the array flare to life. He tried to retreat, but it was too late.
His legs began to frost over, and in moments, he was completely encased in ice—a human statue frozen in the middle of the field.
The crowd let out a collective gasp as Feng Fan's lips curled into a sly smirk. "One down, four to go," he muttered, his tone laced with mischief.
Glancing over his shoulder, he quickly pinpointed the other disciples from the Blue Dragon Sect scattered across the field. His grin widened, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
'I'll make sure none of you reach the second stage. No, better yet…' He paused, the spark of a bolder idea igniting within him. 'I'll make sure no one but the White Crow Sect reaches the second stage!'
A devious plan began to take shape in Feng Fan's mind.
As Feng Fan continued using his flying technique with the borrowed sword, his movements became smoother, and his speed increased slightly. In less than two hours, he was the first to reach the area near the red flag.
The second-closest participant had only managed to cover about 800 meters, highlighting the vast difference in their progress.
Gao Xiaobo watched as Feng Fan successfully left the maze of arrays and sighed heavily. "It seems I really lost to a brat who's barely out of diapers…"
But just as he resigned himself to the outcome, Feng Fan unexpectedly turned his sword around and flew back toward the edge of the array field, positioning himself right where the final arrays separated the red flag from the other participants.
Elder Jiang, watching this sudden change, felt his heart tighten painfully in his chest. "What is this unfilial disciple up to now?!" he said, nearly choking on his own breath.
"Boy, aren't you going to touch the flag?" Gao Xiaobo asked, his curiosity piqued as he watched Feng Fan's unexpected maneuver.
Instead of answering right away, Feng Fan calmly began drawing tier 3 arrays in midair.
"No one said I couldn't stop the other participants from reaching the red flag, right?" he replied with a mischievous smile.
Gao Xiaobo's jaw nearly dropped, and he almost choked on his own saliva in shock. 'No one else has the luxury to stop and play games like this… only you!' he thought bitterly.
Clearing his throat to mask his disbelief, Gao Xiaobo finally responded, "No, you're free to do as you wish. But remember, if you don't touch the flag in time or step on the ground, you'll lose the bet."
Feng Fan nodded without a hint of hesitation. "No problem. These guys are too incompetent, none of them stand a chance against me anyway."
Feng Fan's arrogant words sent waves of fury through the crowd watching the competition.
These cultivators represented the elite of the young generation, yet this man dared to call them incompetent!
The Sect Master of the Blue Dragon Sect glared at Feng Fan, his fists clenched tightly in rage. "That arrogant brat… just wait until I get my hands on you. Then we'll see how cocky you are."
His face darkened as regret gnawed at him. 'I should've killed him four months ago, when I had the chance.'