LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 136: Going Somewhere, Little Lamb?
After two hours of meticulous work, Feng Fan finally completed his custom array minefield. Meanwhile, the other participants kept advancing until the first triggered one of his traps.
The unfortunate victim was a cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Sect. As soon as he stepped into the array, he felt an ominous danger.
"Damn it! This is a tier 3 lightning array!"
Reacting quickly, he formed a series of hand seals, managing to halt the array's activation just long enough to step back. Relief flashed across his face, but Feng Fan wasn't about to let him escape unscathed.
Hovering just above the ground on the borrowed sword, Feng Fan appeared behind him with an unsettling grin. "Leaving so soon, my friend?"
Before the man could react, Feng Fan landed a swift kick to his back, propelling him directly into the array's center.
"Bastard! Just wait till I catch you!" the disciple shouted in panic as his body flew toward the trap.
He didn't have long to curse. The instant he landed in the array's core, bolts of lightning crackled and rained down from above, striking him relentlessly.
"AAAAAAAH!"
Screams echoed through the air as he was fried nearly to death. Before the lightning could claim his life, Gao Xiaobo intervened, rescuing the charred but alive disciple from a fatal end.
The crowd sucked a breath of cold air, their faces a mix of disbelief and anger at Feng Fan's ruthless tactics.
"This Feng Fan is shameless! The White Crow Sect should be disqualified immediately!"
"Exactly! Where is the justice in this? Judge, expel him! Revoke the White Crow Sect's right to participate!"
Yin Bao glanced at the complainers with a look of disdain but didn't bother to respond.
'Disqualification? Pathetic. Just as he said, they're too incompetent. Let them suffer, it's a cruel world out there for the powerless,' he thought, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Feng Fan glanced over his shoulder and spotted his next target. A sly grin crept across his face. 'Ah, a member of the Qian family... My dear black belly father-in-law. Consider this a little payback.'
He chuckled internally at the thought but kept his mouth shut. The last thing he wanted was for Xue Qiang to overhear and turn his mischievous fun into a death sentence.
The Qian family disciple never saw it coming. The moment he stepped into Feng Fan's array, his expression twisted in shock and panic.
"Why is there a tier 3 array here?!" he yelled, his voice shaking.
Like the Heavenly Sword Sect disciple before him, he frantically tried to delay the array's activation while retreating. Unfortunately, his fate seemed destined to mirror his predecessor's.
"Going somewhere, little lamb?" Feng Fan's mocking voice echoed as he delivered a swift kick to the man's back, sending him stumbling toward the array's center. Your journey continues at My Virtual Library Empire
"Ah! Which bastard dares to kick me?!" the disciple cried out, tears streaming down his face as his impending doom unfolded before him.
The moment he hit the ground, dozens of ethereal swords materialized, hovering menacingly around him. He caught sight of them out of the corner of his eye and swallowed hard.
'I'm dead!'
That singular thought lingered until the swords launched toward him. Just as he braced for the end, Gao Xiaobo appeared, intervening to save him at the last second.
"Not bad, not bad. Truly a heartwarming judge, always swooping in to save the incompetent," Feng Fan quipped.
The Qian Emperor's fists clenched tightly, his jaw grinding audibly.
"This brat… he's courting death!"
Gao Xiaobo rolled his eyes. The competition he had meticulously planned had been turned on its head by none other than Feng Fan.
'Who would've thought a little troublemaker like him would have this much talent?' Gao Xiaobo thought bitterly. 'Of all the competitions I could've overseen, my first one had to involve this brat... just my luck.'
He shot another glance at Feng Fan, a mix of frustration and admiration flickering in his eyes. 'This kid is a prick, but a ridiculously talented one.'
After several hours, all participants who had managed to navigate the tier 1 and 2 array fields met their end at Feng Fan's hands. The only other competitor remaining was a fellow White Crow Sect disciple, whom Feng Fan graciously allowed to touch the flag.
In the main plaza, Hou Mengyao watched Feng Fan's performance with amusement. His mood shifted when his sect master leaned toward him, seething with rage.
"Hou Mengyao," the sect master growled, his tone filled with fury, "if you encounter that bastard in the Combat category, show no mercy. Kill him like a dog! No—kill anyone from the White Crow Sect like a dog!"
Hou Mengyao nodded without hesitation. Mercy had no place in his mind when dealing with enemies.
Similar sentiments echoed across the plaza as enraged sect masters and elders issued their commands. Elder Jiang, overhearing these commands, felt a chill run down his spine.
'We're doomed,' he thought.
Feng Fan, unaware of the trouble he had stirred up for his sect, stood confidently beside the red flag.
"It seems I've won, Senior. I'll be waiting for my reward. Surely, a senior as honorable as you wouldn't refuse to pay, right?"
A vein throbbed visibly on Gao Xiaobo's forehead. "Brat, who do you think I am? It's just a hundred high-grade spiritual qi stones. That's nothing to someone like me!"
The spectators who overheard Gao Xiaobo's declaration couldn't help but sigh.
Only an elder or elite disciple from the prestigious Dao Seeking School could dismiss such an amount so casually. To most of them, a single high-grade qi stone was a rare treasure, invaluable for cultivation.
Feng Fan grinned, satisfied. "Great! I'll be expecting them soon." With that, he confidently touched the red flag. When his hand made contact, he disappeared, teleported to another location within the pocket dimension.
Gao Xiaobo turned to glance behind. Seeing that no participants remained, he sighed and activated his own teleportation to follow Feng Fan and the other White Crow Sect disciple to their next destination.