During this time, the mysterious demon merely glanced at the three of them before continuing to sit in his seat and ventilate the air conditioner.
Xiu Qiyu watched the battles between these prodigies intently, his mind racing as he absorbed their combat techniques, instincts, and the power of their various domains and realms. He undoubtedly gained the most from the sword cultivators of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and the water-attribute spiritual root cultivators. He could absorb the essence of martial arts from them, constantly refining his own realm. Xiu Qiyu watched with great interest, unaware that many had already set their sights on him. Even with Xiu Qiyu's early-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, sitting in that chair still made many resentful, and they felt an urge to pull him down.
This ranking system is quite simple and brutal: if you fail a challenge, you stay put, and if you're seriously injured, you must be prepared to be challenged by someone else. However, if you succeed in a challenge, you can directly take your opponent's seat, and the two of you will swap rankings. This is a considerable temptation and a good opportunity to kill. Generally, alien races will choose to challenge humans, while the demon race doesn't seem to have any particular preference. They will challenge humans, demons, and alien races alike, it all depends on their mood.
Among the human race, those with courage and strength will challenge alien races of similar ranking. Even if they can't defeat them, they will deplete the alien's inner energy to prepare for the next challenger. Some human prodigies who are slightly weaker and not good at brute force will choose to challenge other humans, at least without the danger to their lives. If they are lucky enough to encounter someone like Yu Kou who is generous in guiding younger generations, that would be even better.
The arrogant senior brother, overflowing with wealth, was challenged again—this was the third time. Zishu's baby face was now clouded with gloom. Did he really look that weak? Were these people ever going to stop? It was one thing for him to be an alien race, but why were these humans also causing him trouble? He needed to gather his strength to challenge Xiu Qiyu! Damn it! The first two were directly smashed down by Zishu with his Tai Shang technique, which of course also consumed a lot of his mental energy. Before he could recover, another one came. The usually good-tempered Zishu was now furious.
While still seated, Zishu drew his sword and began to carefully clean it.
Ye Xiruo's lips twitched slightly: "Senior Brother, this is sharpening a sword."
Si Hao nodded: "Senior Brother seems quite angry. I hope that unlucky guy doesn't get accidentally killed."
"No, Senior Brother knows what he's doing." Ye Xiruo rubbed her fingers excitedly, looking like she was watching a good show, which left Si Hao speechless.
"Calmness, please give me your guidance."
"Zishu, please enlighten me." Zishu's sword was quite imposing, so much so that after the two bowed to each other, Chen Jing immediately assumed a defensive stance. Zishu's strongest skill was undoubtedly his swordsmanship.
Unexpectedly, Zishu gently rubbed the sword in his hand, his eyes filled with the affection one would show to a son. The next second, Zishu had silently appeared behind Shen Jingshang, his sword ruthlessly thrusting towards Shen Jingshang's back. If he couldn't even handle a sneak attack of this magnitude, he'd better go back and continue his training.
Shen Jing was shocked. No one had told him that Zishu's actions were so fast! He hadn't sensed anything before the killing was done. The hairs on Shen Jing's body stood on end.
He forcefully controlled his body, shifting slightly to the right to avoid a fatal blow, while simultaneously covering his back with his true energy. He would be utterly humiliated to be killed by a mere alchemist in a single move.
However, Chen Jing's reaction was a beat too slow, so he quickly saw the snow-white, no, the tip of the sword stained with his own blood, emerging from between his ribs, and he was speechless.
"First move." After uttering these three words, Zishu immediately withdrew his sword and began to sharpen it, or rather, wipe it, as if no one else was around. The towel in his hand was made of the fur of a high-level spirit beast, with a comfortable, cottony feel, and was something Ye Xiruo often used.
Chen Jing's face was a mixture of paleness and ashen color, a truly fascinating sight. He had actually been so easily taken advantage of by a mere alchemist; he was utterly ashamed.
At that time, he had only suffered a minor injury and still had the strength to fight. However, looking at Zishu sharpening his sword, he felt that something was off about the scene.
Zishu finally polished his sword until it shone brightly, then sheathed it and looked at Shen Jingshang with a smile: "One, two..." Shen Jingshang found Zishu's smile incredibly irritating. Was it mockery? Absolutely!
Without a second thought, Shen Jing grabbed his sword and viciously swung it toward Zi Shu's head, clearly intending to kill him outright.
Would Zishu stand there obediently and let him chop him up? Of course he would. Zishu still looked at the fierce-looking Chen Jing with a smile: "Fall down, fall down."
The sword fell limply onto the arena with a crisp sound, and Shen Jingshang lost consciousness. Would Zishu be so kind as to let him go? Of course not. Zishu grabbed the unconscious Shen Jingshang and gave him a severe beating.
While beating him, he muttered, "Why aren't you awake yet? Wake up! If you were awake, you could admit defeat. But you're unconscious and haven't admitted defeat, so I don't know what to do."
"Don't worry! I'm very careful. These are just superficial wounds. They'll heal in a couple of days and there won't be any lasting effects."
"I'm just kind-hearted."
What a load of rubbish! Those powerful fists, every single one of them slams into flesh. Just thinking about it makes my bones ache.
Next, he directly took off the spatial ring: "Your sword is too ugly, I don't want it. Consider this spatial ring my trophy. I hope you're not too poor, I've always hated poor people the most."
Jing Li covered his face, he could hardly bear to look at it. Sneak attacks, drugging, underground boxing—who did his boss learn all this from? He could hardly recognize him anymore.
"Master Zishu is indeed a person with a pure heart, which is admirable." Zhan Changtian's expression was also somewhat embarrassed.
"An enhanced version of sleeping potion, it takes effect instantly and can knock out a cow."
"That's fine, it avoids being bothered by some tactless people." Yu Kou tidied her hair, not thinking that Zi Shu had done anything wrong. Using poison is also a skill, just as Zi Shu said, if he hadn't been so soft-hearted, he could have killed Shen Jing Shang directly, and no one could have said no.
Zishu saw that he had almost finished treating the person, sprinkled some medicinal powder on him, and Shen Jing finally woke up slowly.
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