Chapter 92

Wudao maintained his cool demeanor, emotionlessly lowering his gaze to the panicked and flustered Wang Huan.

“Concede. I have no interest in battling the weak.”

His deep voice signaled the end of the match.

Wang Huan was unable to break through his defenses, let alone pose any threat. Continuing the fight was a waste of time—better spent practicing his techniques.

Wang Huan appeared alarmed.

But upon hearing Wudao's words, she gradually calmed down.

She was not weak.

Her journey to this point was built on her resilience.

She slowly lifted her head.

Without a trace of fear, she met Wudao's gaze.

She was petite, often mistaken for a child.

Her talent was average, a mere speck in the vast world of cultivation.

But at this moment,

People seemed to witness the rise of a small giant.

“Senior Brother Wudao, I will not concede. I aim to be someone our master can rely on to protect our juniors. You're strong, but I won't give up.”

As Wang Huan spoke, unnoticed, several glowing red silk ribbons had formed a cage around them.

Determination shone in her eyes.

She had risen from an ordinary disciple not because of her cuteness or talent, but due to her perseverance.

How could she surrender just because her opponent was formidable? That wasn't the path of cultivation she sought.

“Stop.”

From the high seats, Hongniang was alarmed.

She knew what Wang Huan intended and tried to intervene.

“It's fine.”

Yunyangzi raised his hand to halt her.

At that moment,

The cage on the field emitted a crimson glow.

It resembled a massive, blooming rose.

Pure yet unstable spiritual energy radiated from this rose.

It was blossoming,

Aiming to obliterate everything.

“Stop, you can't, Junior Sister Huan...”

“Cease this, you're detonating your own spiritual energy—you'll die...”

“It's just a match, please stop, stop...”

...

People shouted, urging Wang Huan to halt her reckless act.

On the high seats, the peak masters and Yunyangzi remained still, coldly observing the unfolding events.

Only Hongniang was visibly anxious.

In the Fragrant Pavilion,

Lv Dancheng, Ye Qingqing, and others watched Wang Huan's actions with expressionless faces, mirroring the peak masters.

Not just them.

Chi Xiao, Li Jun, even Han Luo, all coldly watched the scene.

They weren't unwilling to intervene.

But they couldn't.

Because it was Wang Huan's choice.

When facing an unbeatable foe, do you live on, pleading for mercy, or burn yourself out, even if it only causes a single hair to fall from your opponent?

Wang Huan chose the latter.

She was destined to be a hero of Luoxian Sect, recorded in ancient texts, revered by future generations.

But...

Some disagreed.

Wudao looked conflicted at Wang Huan, who intended to perish with him.

In his worldview, failure was natural.

After failing, one should train relentlessly and reclaim victory.

Tales of invincibility are for children; no one is truly unbeatable. Only an indomitable will can be passed down eternally.

“I acknowledge your will—it's commendable and strong. But... perhaps you need to experience true pain to understand that only by living can there be endless hope.”

Wudao's deep voice felt out of place.

He acted swiftly, grabbing Wang Huan's head.

His large hand gripped her like a volleyball, then, to everyone's shock, he lifted her single-handedly and slammed her into the ground.

“Boom...”

The massive impact shattered the crimson cage, turning it into a rain of red.

Amidst this surreal scene,

Wudao, still holding Wang Huan by the head, hurled her into the air.

“Thud...”

A muffled sound.

Wudao launched himself like a cannonball, instantly catching up to the ascending Wang Huan.

“Feel the torment of hell.”

Without a hint of mercy, Wudao unleashed his deadly fist, striking Wang Huan's frail body.

“Thud...”

A chilling thud echoed in the air.

Visibly,

The sky displayed ripples formed by the air.

“Pfft...”

Wang Huan spat blood, mixed with unidentifiable flesh, a horrifying sight.

She felt on the brink of death.

Pain overwhelmed her mind.

She thought she'd recall something to ease the agony.

But she was disappointed.

All she felt was pain.

Nothing but pain.

As it spread, even her thoughts were sealed.

“Ah...”

Wudao's roar exploded in the sky.

People looked on with anger and shock.

Wudao, like a madman, unleashed a flurry of punches on Wang Huan's petite body.

She was like a ball, struck repeatedly, soaring higher and higher.

Crimson rain fell, staining the arena.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

People watched the demon-like Wudao relentlessly assault Wang Huan's delicate form.

At this moment,

They were numb, paralyzed.

Because they were terrified.

Though ambitious, they hadn't stepped into the immortal realm.

They were just inexperienced youths, never having witnessed such brutality.

Their passion,

Their shouts,

Their defiance,

Were crushed under Wudao's fists.

Facing the cruel world of cultivation, weren't they all just another Wang Huan?

In that instant,

The innocence on their young faces shattered, leaving expressions ready to appreciate the rainbow after the storm.

So,

Maturity isn't about age, but experiences.

“Junior Sister Huan, hang in there...”

Who knows who first shouted this.

Then, like a wildfire,

“Hang in there...”

“We're here, hang in there...”

“Junior Sister...”

“Junior Sister Huan...”

...

When the silent erupt, it's like an unstoppable landslide.

The earth trembled, Luoxian Sect quaked.

Wudao and Wang Huan reached the highest point of Luoxian Square.

“Embrace the pain; it's your only proof of being alive.”

Wudao flew above Wang Huan, clasped his fists, and descended forcefully.

“Thud...”

The howling wind echoed in Wang Huan's ears.

For some reason,

Amidst the pain, her mind suddenly cleared.

A mysterious force suppressed all agony.

Then,

A warmth enveloped her.

Hongniang appeared on the field.

She prevented Wang Huan from enduring the final blow.

With a gesture, she infused spiritual energy to protect Wang Huan's heart, ensuring her survival.

Hongniang immediately turned to the descending Wudao.

Wudao, seeing Hongniang, remained silent.

This was a competition arena, where rank didn't matter.

Facing Hongniang's potentially lethal glare, he remained unchanged, his cool demeanor unshaken.

“Ahem...”

Elder Jin Hou promptly appeared to prevent escalation.

Though he felt Wudao had gone too far, this was a match—refusing to concede meant facing the consequences.

“Wudao wins.”

After announcing, Wudao returned to the rest area.

As for Hongniang, she kept her gaze on Wudao's retreating figure, her anger both enviable and intimidating.

“Ahem... girl!”

Elder Jin Hou spoke softly.

Only then did Hongniang relent, carrying Wang Huan away for immediate treatment.

Elder Jin Hou shook his head.

Having overseen competitions for centuries, he was no stranger to such events.

The matches continued.

Next up:

Li Jun from Xianding Peak versus Zhou Hong from Qianren Peak.