Chapter 218 One Against Eight: Victory

"Boy, don't be so arrogant!"

A smile flashed in Cen Feng's eyes as he said, "This junior has no intention of offending you; I just want to end the match as soon as possible."

Lin Wenhao was so angry that his face turned ashen. He glared at him through gritted teeth, but he was helpless. Who could blame him for his disciple being so disappointing?

Lin Wenhao secretly began to consider that rather than being knocked down one by one, it would be better to lose face all at once.

Moreover, he was so arrogant, wanting to take on seven opponents by himself to show off. He shouldn't blame them for bullying him with numbers. It's all his own fault!

Thinking of this, Lin Wenhao sneered, "Boy, since you're so confident, then it's no problem for these good-for-nothing disciples of mine to spar with you!"

Cen Feng smiled and cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "Heh, they are indeed quite disappointing. Then this junior will teach them a lesson on your behalf."

His words caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Lin Wenhao's face was full of malice as he turned his head and glared at his disciples, gritting his teeth as he said, "Did you all hear that? Then hurry up and come up on stage to 'learn from' me!"

"yes!"

The seven responded and leaped onto the stage, exchanging glances and coordinating their attacks, unleashing a barrage of magical attacks on Cen Feng.

However, Cen Feng easily blocked all of them. Then, he used his divine sense to control several puppets and quickly launched a counterattack, which immediately turned the scene on the arena into chaos.

At this moment, the puppets of all sizes, as agile as living things, rushed forward one after another, leaving the seven people who were entangled with no time to spare.

"To catch the thief, first catch the king; let's take down that brat first!"

One of them broke free from the two puppets and charged forward with his longsword, but he was pounced on by a wolf puppet before he could take more than a few steps.

"Damn it, who's going to help me first?!"

He shouted for a long time but no one came to his aid. When he turned around, his face turned grim. At this moment, the others had no time to pay attention to him, as they were all in dire straits themselves.

"Then you go first." Cen Feng appeared in front of him without him noticing and kicked him in the face, causing a painful howl to echo throughout the room.

Only after beating him until his face was bruised and swollen did Cen Feng kick him off the stage. He then darted over to another person and, without saying a word, gave him a sound beating.

The scene of this violent beating, which seemed to be a form of venting anger, left everyone looking at each other in dismay. They couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines as they watched Cen Feng "working diligently."

"This kid is ruthless. I hadn't paid much attention to him before."

"Yeah, judging by their appearance... they're even more ruthless than the others in Peach Blossom Valley!"

"So he was hiding his true abilities all along? Is he playing dumb to trick Qingyang Sect?"

"It looks somewhat similar to me. Look at the pathetic state of Qingyang Sect, it's utterly shameful, hahaha!"

...

At this moment, everyone in Peach Blossom Valley was unusually quiet, only looking at the stage with complicated expressions.

“Oh, this child…” Mingcang’s face was full of heartache. He used to worry that the child would not be able to grow up and that he would not be able to break through to the next level of cultivation due to insufficient experience.

But now he regrets it.

Yu Qianling said, "Master, don't worry. Maybe letting him vent will help. It's better than him holding it in all the time."

"Yeah, look how much fun he's having, hahaha!" Seeing everyone staring at him, Xiao Huan wisely shut his mouth.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the arena. A disciple used Heavenly Thunder, which destroyed many low-level puppets.

"Come here, everyone!"

Upon hearing this, the group struggled to break free of their restraints and gathered around the person.

Cen Feng looked at them coldly, then threw the man he had knocked unconscious off the stage. "Two of them."

Upon hearing this, Lin Wenhao's face turned pale with embarrassment, and he was so angry that his eyes were about to burst. If they lost with a seven-on-one advantage, then Qingyang Sect would probably never be able to hold its head up again.

He slammed his hand on the table and angrily transmitted his voice to the five people on the stage: "If you lose this match, all five of you will get out of Qingyang Sect!"

Upon hearing this, the five men turned pale. If they were expelled from the sect, their cultivation would surely be destroyed.

In that case, they're all finished.

"Let's fight!" The five men's eyes gleamed with determination. They no longer held back and unleashed their magical treasures and various talismans to attack.

The sudden and fierce attack forced Cen Feng to dodge and retreat. As the puppets were destroyed one by one, the five of them showed joy of victory.

"Let's wipe him out in one fell swoop!"

Cen Feng leaped onto a railing, coldly surveying the five people opposite him, and chuckled, "Are you living in a dream?"

"Hmph, your puppets are all about to be destroyed, what trouble can you possibly cause?"

"Is that so?" Cen Feng suddenly waved his hand, and a sense of oppression came from above.

The five of them looked up suddenly and saw a giant mantis puppet and a six-eyed spider puppet descending from the sky, which startled them so much that they scattered and fled.

"Form, form an array!" But the array they hastily formed was easily destroyed by the snake puppet.

With a cold smile on his face, Cen Feng leaped up and stood on the back of the giant praying mantis, saying in a deep voice, "Alright, the hunt begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the spider puppet suddenly spat out webs, tightly binding the five fleeing people.

Seeing the mantis blade swinging down and the spider blade gleaming with an eerie light, the five men could only utter words of surrender in fear.

However, Cen Feng's expression was extremely fierce, and he seemed to have no intention of letting them go, which made the five of them panic and scream.

At this moment, the elders of the tribunal swiftly stepped forward, stopping Cen Feng, who still wanted to fight. "Boy, that's enough!"

Cen Feng stared coldly at the elder judges, and it took him a long time to suppress his murderous intent. He felt uneasy and resented the rules of the competition.

"This is really unpleasant..."

They still want to kill.

I want to kill them all.

I want to chop them into pieces... and then enjoy the feeling of blood splattering...

A sudden surge of bloodlust startled Cen Feng, his eyes filled with confusion and fear, his lips trembling as he murmured, "What... what's wrong with me...?"

His face turned deathly pale, and he leaped off the stage, quickly walking towards the edge of the arena.

"Fifth Junior Brother, where are you going?!" Yu Qianling looked at his departing figure and asked blankly, "What's wrong with him?"

Ming Cang frowned and instructed Nan Muyin beside him, "Hurry up and follow him back to the inn!"

"Yes, Master!" Nan Muyin replied and immediately darted after him.

A moment later, the elder judge announced the result of the match. Cen Feng's victory over eight opponents immediately caused the entire audience to erupt in cheers.

However, the people of Peach Blossom Valley showed no signs of happiness at this moment, as they were taken away by Ming Cang, who was shrouded in gloom.

On the high platform, Yan Xiao gripped the railing tightly, his eyes filled with panic and guilt, and he said in a hoarse voice, "How...how could this happen..."

Although it was only fleeting, he sensed it for a moment.

He... just became a demon.