Chapter 93: Unconvinced, He Asked for a Rematch

As the crowd was still arguing, Summer Nine-Profound had already burst out in a killing charge.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He gripped his long spear and exchanged several direct attacks with the elder.

Each time, he was forced back several yards.

And yet, the first to beg for mercy was that very elder.

“Please, Young Master Xia, stop!”

After repelling Summer Nine-Profound, the elder hastily retreated more than thirty yards and pleaded for him to cease.

A cold snort.

Summer Nine-Profound gave a cold huff and did not attack again.

“I, an old man, apologize on behalf of my young master. I beg you to show mercy and not exterminate us completely.”

The skinny elder shielded Zhaofei Zhao behind him and no longer dared continue the fight.

Those few exchanges had made him deeply understand just how formidable Summer Nine-Profound truly was.

Even if the battle went on, he would still find it difficult to kill Summer Nine-Profound; instead, his own young master, Zhaofei Zhao, was the one in danger of dying.

So, in order to preserve Zhaofei Zhao, he had no choice but to yield.

“Get lost.”

Summer Nine-Profound gave a stern shout.

Zhaofei Zhao had already been beaten to the brink of death, and the lesson was more than enough.

Since this elder had admitted fault and offered an apology, Summer Nine-Profound was no longer willing to take the risk. After all, the other party was at the Sixth Stage of the Mortal-Transcendence Realm.

Upon hearing this, the elder picked up Zhaofei Zhao and immediately flew away.

The youths who had witnessed this scene no longer dared to look down on Summer Nine-Profound in the slightest.

Even the middle-aged man in purple and Wu Changkong were shocked by what they had seen.

The man in purple immediately flew over and landed before Summer Nine-Profound. “Where did you learn your spear and sword techniques? How can they be so ferocious?”

Summer Nine-Profound glanced at him. “None of your damn business.”

“?”

The middle-aged man in purple froze.

How dare this boy speak to him like that?

Was he ill in the head, perhaps?

“Summer Nine-Profound, are you still brooding over what I just said? With such a petty spirit, how can you ever amount to anything?” the man in purple said with a cold snort.

In his view, correcting him a little was entirely for his own good, yet he still dared to put on such a sour face?

If they were outside this place, he might have slapped him to death on the spot.

“Whether I amount to anything later has nothing to do with you,” Summer Nine-Profound said indifferently.

The man in purple’s eyelids twitched. This fellow was simply unreasonable!

“You think having a little strength means you can act arrogantly and run wild? A frog at the bottom of a well, that’s all you are. In my great sect beyond the mortal world, we could casually send out any disciple and they would be enough to slaughter you a thousand or ten thousand times over. What are you so smug about?” the man in purple said coldly.

“Oh?” Summer Nine-Profound smiled. “No need to brag with just words. If there’s a chance, I’d certainly like to try.”

The man in purple’s expression darkened. This boy was infuriating.

Even if he did not kill him today, he would have to teach him a severe lesson.

Clang, clang, clang...

Just then, the bronze cauldron treasure of the man in purple rang out with the sound of bells. He had no choice but to suppress his urge to strike.

At the same time, a large number of the contestants awoke, which meant that this soul duel had come to an end.

Altogether, less than half an hour had passed.

Even the elders stationed above had not anticipated that it would conclude so quickly.

Beside Summer Nine-Profound, Comfort Wood and Mu Feng opened their eyes.

Mu Feng stood there in a daze, staring at Comfort Wood.

“That was terrifying,” he murmured, unable to describe what he had just witnessed.

The other geniuses were also chattering endlessly.

Most of them had flushed red and were recounting what had happened inside the cauldron.

Summer Nine-Profound glanced at Comfort Wood. “You killed too fast. You should at least have hidden a little.”

Comfort Wood stuck out her tongue. “I was already holding back. They were just too useless.”

Summer Nine-Profound smiled. “That’s because I wasn’t in there. If I had been, all the points would have been mine.”

Comfort Wood rolled her eyes at him. “Yes, yes, we know you’re amazing, bleh.”

Hearing this, Mu Feng snapped out of his stupor. “No way, no way! Senior Summer, are you even stronger than Miss Comfort Wood? I just don’t believe it. Didn’t you see it just now? That scene...”

Mu Feng gestured wildly and spewed excited praise about how fierce Comfort Wood had been, while Summer Nine-Profound showed no interest at all, because this was entirely within his expectations.

“All right, everyone be quiet!”

On the battle platform, Wu Changkong could no longer control the situation, and an elder stationed above personally flew down.

His stern shout instantly cut off the heated discussion across the entire field.

“Elder Xu, announce the scores,” the elder ordered.

“Yes.”

The man in purple immediately flew over and respectfully bowed his head to the elder.

He then released his spiritual sense to inspect the results.

At that glance, even he was stunned.

“What? Hurry up and announce them. Don’t waste time,” the elder urged, seeing him freeze.

The man in purple coughed awkwardly and cleared his throat before beginning the announcement:

“In this competition, first place goes to Comfort Wood’s team, with five hundred forty-seven soul projections destroyed, earning five thousand four hundred seventy points.”

“!”

Everyone stared in shock.

They had known that Comfort Wood had been slaughtering recklessly inside, but no one had expected that nearly ninety percent of all the soul projections had been wiped out by this beauty.

How humiliating.

“Quiet! Second place, Sword Without End, with twenty-five soul projections destroyed, earning two hundred fifty points.

“Third place, Thousand-Seal Lord, with fourteen soul projections destroyed, earning one hundred forty points.”

...

Continuing down the list, only a few people had earned ten points, while everyone else had scored zero.

“Now, I announce the overall ranking.”

The total scores from the three rounds were now out, and Wu Changkong stepped forward two paces to declare them aloud.

At this moment, Wu Changkong was feeling deeply troubled. He had no idea what the higher-ups intended, or whether Summer Nine-Profound would be kept.

“First place goes to Comfort Wood’s team, with a total of five thousand nine hundred twenty points.”

“Damn!”

“How are we even supposed to compare with that?”

“What a trash competition. It’s completely unfair.”

“Sigh, we’re not even on the same level.”

...

The whole venue erupted once more.

More than five thousand points—none of them had ever dared to dream of such a score.

Many were openly cursing in private, feeling that this did not reflect true ability at all.

“Second place goes to Sword Without End’s team, with a total of seven hundred thirty points.”

That was the gap.

The second-place team did not even have a tenth of the winner’s score.

“What kind of ridiculous tournament is this? It might as well be a joke. I, Sword Without End, refuse to accept this!”

“I, Thousand-Seal Lord, refuse as well! In the final round, that bronze cauldron was obviously broken!”

“That’s right, something was definitely wrong! Comfort Wood was slicing through people one sword at a time—do you really think she has that kind of power?”

As the crowd argued, the young man named Sword Without End flew directly onto the battle platform.

He cupped his hands toward the elder and said, “Elder Lu, I request another round based on true strength. Otherwise, I will not accept this, and neither will anyone else!”

“That’s right, we refuse!”

“We want a real fight!”

“This is blatant bullying. How can they do things like this? I suspect Comfort Wood was preselected, and her soul projections were made absurdly powerful.”

“That’s possible, but even if she was preselected, they shouldn’t make it this outrageous. What do they take us for, monkeys to be played with? Absurd.”

The crowd grew rowdy, all of them flying up into the air and demanding a proper contest of real strength.

Elder Lu did not suppress them.

“Elder Xu, was there an issue with your cauldron?” Elder Lu asked the man in purple.

The man in purple frowned. Even he was not certain whether there had been a problem, so he hesitated before replying, “There were too many soul projections entering at once, so mistakes are possible. Um... why not follow their suggestion and compete based on real strength, Elder? What do you think?”

“Useless thing,” Elder Lu said, glaring at him.

Then he announced, “Since none of you accept the result, I declare an impromptu additional round. You may challenge freely in teams.

“But there is one rule: no killing. Whoever dares to kill under my watch, no matter the reason, I will personally kill him. No mercy!”

After speaking, Elder Lu glanced at Summer Nine-Profound, seemingly casually, yet not quite.

In his view, only that boy Summer Nine-Profound would be arrogant enough to go as far as killing someone.

“All right, all right! Many thanks, Elder Lu!”

At these words, the crowd erupted in cheers.

Only a real, head-on fight could reveal true strength; everything else was fake.

On the platform, the second-place finisher, Sword Without End, revealed a satisfied smile and immediately declared loudly, “Comfort Wood, I challenge your team. Do you dare accept?”