LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 154: Give Me Your Panties!
"Aaahhn," a man yawned as he sat lazily on the ground. Just a few meters away, twenty carcasses of demon beasts lay scattered. Each one was from a mid tier 3 demon beast, there was even a high tier 3 one among them! Your next read is at My Virtual Library Empire
The sight of their remains told the story: they had been dispatched with terrifying ease. A single strike was all it took to chop their bodies in half, ending their lives instantly.
"It's already been five days since I got here. Is no one coming for this white orb? So boring…" Hou Mengyao muttered, stretching his arms as if he had just woken from a nap.
Behind him loomed the coveted white orb, glowing faintly. It was worth a staggering 500 million points. Possessing this orb practically guaranteed victory in the Combat category of the Young Generation Competition.
The orb rested near the edge of a steep precipice. Far below, a roaring river churned violently.
'At least the other disciples from the Heavenly Sword Sect should arrive soon… Finally, someone to witness my strength,' he thought with a smug smile before closing his eyes and resuming his cultivation.
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Seven days into the Combat category of the Young Generation Competition, Feng Fan, Huang Xue, and Qian Xiaoli had accumulated the highest points by a significant margin.
Of course, this didn't include the white orb. Since ownership of the white orb wouldn't be finalized until the competition ended, its points weren't counted yet.
Now, the trio stood near a towering tree, their attention fixed on two glowing orbs, an indigo and a violet, lying side by side.
Unlike the previous violet and indigo orbs, which were always guarded by at least a low tier 3 demon beast, or sometimes even a mid tier 3 one, these orbs had no protectors.
Because these orbs were the most valuable after the white orb and were completely unguarded, many groups had gathered to claim them.
Around fifty participants were now encircling the violet and indigo orbs, each group eyeing them with a mix of caution and greed.
Although there were no demon beasts nearby, everyone knew the orbs were being watched by countless eyes. Claiming them without conflict seemed almost impossible.
"I wonder who'll be the idiot to make the first move," a man from the Blue Dragon Sect muttered.
He didn't have to wait long for an answer. A few minutes later, a figure dashed toward the orbs.
The man was wearing a mask—or, more accurately, two pairs of underwear strapped to his face in an attempt to hide his identity.
"Since no one has the guts to grab it, I'll take it!" The masked man declared boldly. His voice echoed aloud to everyone around to hear him clear enough.
This was none other than Feng Fan. He wasn't wearing the usual White Crow Sect robes but instead a plain white outfit.
'Couldn't they have given me their panties instead?' Feng Fan thought bitterly. 'At least then I'd look like a pervert instead of a total idiot…'
After grabbing the orbs, Feng Fan strolled away at a leisurely pace, deliberately inviting the other participants to take the bait.
Three groups broke formation and sprinted toward him, their weapons raised threateningly.
"Idiot! Those orbs are ours!" One of them yelled.
"Help me!" Feng Fan shouted, pretending to panic. He tossed the orbs high into the air and bolted in the opposite direction.
The pursuing groups sneered at his apparent cowardice, dismissing him with disdain. But as the orbs hovered in the air, greed overtook caution.
All the groups, including the ones who didn't make a move after seeing Feng Fan taking them, lunged at the orbs, each unwilling to let another gain the advantage.
Chaos erupted as the participants clashed. Weapons collided, and skills lit up the area like fireworks. Every time someone managed to grab an orb, they were swiftly ambushed and forced to drop it—or worse, ejected from the pocket dimension entirely, leaving their hard-earned orbs behind.
Feng Fan watched from a distance, grinning at the spectacle. When he judged the timing to be perfect, he activated his peak tier 3 illusion array.
In an instant, the battlefield fell eerily silent. The combatants froze mid-action, their weapons lowering as vacant stares replaced their once-intense expressions. They stood motionless, like puppets awaiting their master's command.
Seeing the frozen participants, Feng Fan grinned triumphantly. He quickly moved, looting the contents of their space rings along with their orbs.
Huang Xue and Qian Xiaoli joined in but limited themselves to taking only the orbs, leaving the rest of the space ring contents untouched.
Feng Fan glanced at them and shook his head in disbelief. 'These girls are too soft. How do they expect to strike it big with all these unnecessary morals?' He thought, suppressing a smirk.
Once the looting was complete, Feng Fan didn't deactivate the illusion array. Instead, he took his time delivering punches and kicks to the immobilized participants, ensuring they were ejected from the pocket dimension by the Dao Seeking School's protective mechanisms.
His actions were efficient and ruthless, leaving no room for retaliation.
After dealing with all the prey, Feng Fan turned to Qian Xiaoli and Huang Xue with a smug grin. "Didn't I tell you this was the best plan? Let others gather the orbs for us, and we just take them!"
Neither responded immediately. Huang Xue's expression was icy, but a faint blush betrayed her emotions.
Qian Xiaoli, however, was far less subtle. She scrunched her nose in disgust and snapped. "Can you take those underwear off your face when you're talking to me? It's gross!"
Feng Fan coughed awkwardly and quickly stuffed his makeshift mask into his space ring.
"That was necessary to hide my identity! Who knows if they'd suspect it was a trap if they recognized me from the Array category…"
Qian Xiaoli crossed her arms, still looking visibly annoyed. "Seriously? You didn't have a better mask?"
"Uh… I didn't," he admitted sheepishly, then muttered under his breath, "Why don't you two just give me your panties next time…"
The second the words left his mouth, regret washed over him.
Slap! Slap!
Two hands struck his face simultaneously.