Two days passed quickly, and the Grand Competition of the Holy Land officially began.
The venue for the competition was an training ground within the Holy Land.
There were ten arenas in the field, surrounded by spectator stands.
The style of the matches was as Bu Queqian and the others had said, extremely brutal!
Serious injuries or the loss of limbs were commonplace, and from time to time, defeated cultivators were carried out as corpses.
Ye Fan sat with Bu Queqian in the spectator seats of the Wu Zhui Kingdom, feeling somewhat bored.
Such minor matches were nothing to him; he was almost falling asleep.
He wondered when there would be news from the auction house…
Before long, a disciple from the Wu Zhui Kingdom took the stage.
His opponent was a subordinate of Senior Brother Wang Wu.
Logically, the purpose of cultivators from various countries coming to compete was to become disciples of the Holy Land, so the Holy Land should not send disciples to participate.
However, considering the Holy Land's usual behavior, this was not surprising.
After the referee announced the start, the Holy Land disciple immediately charged forward.
The Wu Zhui Kingdom disciple, knowing he was outmatched, prepared to surrender.
Unfortunately, before he could speak, his throat was constricted.
The words of surrender were choked in his throat, unable to escape.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you instantly!" the Holy Land disciple whispered into his ear. "Senior Brother instructed me to take good care of you!"
His fist, charged with true qi, fiercely struck the Wu Zhui Kingdom cultivator's abdomen.
This punch made him roll his eyes, feeling as if his internal organs were about to shatter!
There were no flashy techniques, only flesh-and-blood combat.
Punch after punch, the Wu Zhui Kingdom cultivator was on the verge of collapse.
Bu Queqian was anxious, but there was nothing he could do.
Only the participating disciple's surrender was valid; his words would be of no use.
The others in the spectator stands showed no reaction, seemingly accustomed to it.
【This is too bullying!】
【This system can't stand it anymore!】
【This system is the embodiment of love and justice, and now I will destroy you in the name of the moon!】
The system's voice suddenly rang in Ye Fan's mind.
Ye Fan's face was covered in black lines, his mouth twitching.
Damn it!
This scoundrel was indeed premeditated!
It was all an excuse to recharge itself, dressed up in high-sounding words.
Hypocritical!
Hmph, spit!
But speaking of which, this scoundrel's words were becoming more chuunibyo.
It seemed like it wouldn't be long before it broke itself!
Excellent!
Thinking of this, Ye Fan cast a gloating glance at the Holy Land disciple.
As expected.
The disciple, who had been fighting fiercely, suddenly stopped!
He felt a strange aura descend upon him, and his body instantly became incredibly weak!
Let alone fighting, he couldn't even stand steadily!
"Thump!" The Holy Land disciple collapsed onto the ground!
"Referee, he's cheating…" the Holy Land disciple said with difficulty. "Someone from the Wu Zhui Kingdom with high cultivation is suppressing me."
The referee was also bewildered.
He was fighting well, and suddenly he became as weak as a soft-legged shrimp?
Was this some new trick?
But the referee could clearly feel that there was no other pressure on the arena.
Although the Holy Land's methods were somewhat arrogant and shameless, he wouldn't do something as blatant as lying with his eyes open in front of so many people.
The referee ignored him, casting a look of disdain.
Perhaps only Ye Fan understood what was happening.
Because he clearly saw a string of game icons hovering above the Holy Land disciple's head.
Weakness…
Slowness…
Powerlessness…
Curse of Misfortune…
Curse Deepens…
…
And the Wu Zhui Kingdom cultivator, who had been beaten half to death, was enveloped in a green light of healing.
Then came a series of buffs.
Following that, the Wu Zhui Kingdom disciple, with shining eyes, thoroughly dominated the Holy Land disciple…
Only after the Holy Land disciple became a corpse did the healing spells and various buffs dissipate.
The Wu Zhui Kingdom disciple stared at the Holy Land disciple's corpse being carried away, completely bewildered.
Why did this guy die?
What just happened?
And why did my injuries heal?
…
Considering combat attrition and other factors, another cultivator from the Wu Zhui Kingdom was brought on for the next match.
And his opponent was also a subordinate of Senior Brother Wang Wu.
It seemed like everything was planned.
When this subordinate took the stage, he finally dropped his dismissive attitude.
What had happened just now was too strange!
His companion's physical condition was good, so he couldn't have become like that for no reason.
Moreover, the referee had checked after the match, and the Wu Zhui Kingdom had not used any poisonous means.
So, after the referee announced the start, he didn't attack directly but adopted a defensive stance.
The Wu Zhui Kingdom cultivator was also confused.
He had asked earlier, but the previous cultivator had no idea what had happened.
He had won inexplicably…
If there was a hidden expert helping, it wouldn't have gone unnoticed in front of so many people, right?
Besides, why would an expert suddenly appear to help him?
Good luck is called good luck because it doesn't happen all the time.
His opponent was of a higher cultivation level and held hostility towards him.
It was better to surrender quickly; his life was more important!
Thinking this, the Wu Zhui Kingdom cultivator immediately shouted, "I surrender!"
To be precise, he had intended to say the words 'I surrender'.
But what came out was…
"Die!"
The cultivator, startled, quickly covered his mouth, looking at his opponent with extreme tension.
What the hell!
Would he be beaten to death?!
…
The spectators were also stunned.
They had been gazing at each other intently for a long time; why weren't they fighting?!
Oh, the Wu Zhui Kingdom person started provoking, so the fight should begin now, right?
However, the development of events took everyone by surprise.
After the Wu Zhui Kingdom cultivator shouted those words, the Holy Land disciple simply fell straight down.
Ye Fan's face was covered in black lines.
Because he saw a green health bar appear above the Holy Land disciple's head.
It was rapidly decreasing, on the verge of depletion…
This sudden turn of events startled the referee, who rushed over to check the Holy Land disciple's condition.
After checking, the referee's heart skipped a beat!
He had actually died?
What the hell?!
He just shouted once and killed him?
What kind of evil technique was this?
"The victor is the Wu Zhui Kingdom team…" the referee announced the result with a strange expression.
"Whoa—!"
The surroundings instantly erupted!
He shouted once and actually killed the person?
Was he still asleep, or had the world gone mad?
What the hell was this evil thing?
…
The VIP box of the Holy Land.
"Elder, the Wu Zhui Kingdom is a bit strange," an elder inquired, "Should we investigate?"
"We'll talk about it later," the Grand Elder waved his hand. "Let the competition continue."
The Grand Elder was also very puzzled by this strange situation.
However, intervening now would only cause more chaos, so he would observe first.
Thus, the third cultivator from the Wu Zhui Kingdom took the stage.
It was the one who had injured Wang Wu earlier.
Honestly, his mind was a mess.
What had happened just now had completely bewildered him.
He had asked the two Wu Zhui Kingdom cultivators from the side earlier, but they had no idea what had happened.
Although this was not a bad thing, he still felt a sense of unease.
Compared to him, his opponent was even more panicked.
That's right, his opponent was Wang Wu's senior brother.
With such strange events happening twice in a row, he absolutely refused to believe it was a coincidence!
Damn it, could it be that the people of the Wu Zhui Kingdom were practicing some evil technique?
No, this match was impossible to continue.
He should surrender quickly; his life was more important!
"Begin the match!"
The referee gestured with his hand.