“What a coincidence…”
The corner of Fang Zhilong’s mouth lifted viciously. He folded his arms and raised his head. “The tool cultivator who fired the cannon that blew up the ship that belongs to my Fang family’s side branch, that seems to be you?”
Song Youdu remained silent, but he had an ugly expression on his face.
His luck didn’t seem to be very good. Fang Zhilong was only a half-step into Golden Core, so he was no threat to his da shixiong and second shixiong. But he definitely wasn’t an opponent that Song Youdu himself could defeat.
Logically speaking, at this time, he should rush in before his opponent could make a move and quickly admit defeat to ensure his own safety.
Offstage, Xun Mingsi’s face was slightly gloomy. “Little Fifth, come down!”
But Song Youdu remained silent, not saying a word. Usually, admitting defeat was easy, but now it felt like a heavy sentence on his tongue.
He wasn’t afraid of admitting defeat. That was because he was shameless, but could he still be shameless when it came to his second shixong?
He could afford to lose his own face, but he couldn’t afford to lose face for his second shixiong.
At the arbiter’s command, the atmosphere on the competition stage suddenly became tense. Fang Zhilong snorted and laughed a few times. Then he proudly drew out his sword and said, “What I’ll teach you next is that…”
“Anyone who has anything to do with that Star of Calamity is doomed to die a terrible death!”
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South Pavilion.
Lu Chenyi’s heart sank.
A finger pressed there neither lightly nor heavily.
Lu Chenyi felt strange, very strange.
His sword should have clearly pierced Lin Fuqing’s heart, but why was it that his own vital point at the back of his heart was restrained by someone instead?
Lu Chenyi blinked hard.
Then, the afterimage of “Lin Fuqing” that his sword was pointing at disappeared.
Because it was too fast.
It was so fast that even with his cultivation level of Great Enlightenment, he still could not catch it, so he mistook the afterimage for a real person, and thus drew his sword, stabbing into the air.
When Lu Chenyi turned around, he felt dizzy for a moment.
The moonlight poured down, finally revealing Lin Fuqing standing quietly behind him. The index finger that had just touched his pink lip was now resting on the back of his opponent.
Lu Chenyi’s face turned from blue to red, then from red to purple. He was shaking with shame and resentment, gasping violently, “You, you…”
Lin Fuqing said calmly, “You lose.”
One move?
Can poking the enemy in the back with your fingertips count as a move?
Lin Fuqing thought it was fine. Unlike this sinister and treacherous cultivator who went back on his word, he was a man of integrity after all.
We agreed to make a move, and we must make a move.
Lu Chenyi suddenly roared in unwillingness!
At the moment when Lin Fuqing put down his hand and turned away, he whipped around and drew back his sword. Suddenly, more than a dozen dazzling sword lights burst out from the sword body and chopped down at Lin Fuqing’s slender neck!
Lin Fuqing seemed unaware.
Behind him, the sword light appeared and then went out.
Crack…
As Lu Chenyi looked in astonishment, the immortal sword in his hand suddenly began to break starting from the tip and traveling downward.
As the sword continued to move horizontally in an arc, its fragments fell crisply to the ground and formed a small semicircle, reflecting a silver light under the moonlight, clearly showing the shamelessness and incompetence of its owner.
“This… is impossible,” Lu Chenyi’s legs softened and he fell to the ground. He murmured dully, “Impossible…”
One move?
It’s just a move, a move without any spiritual energy.
As the arbiter loudly announced the verdict, Lin Fuqing stepped over the railing and took his Tunan sword from Fang Zhiyuan. A piece of talisman paper fell from his palm and turned into ash.
He did say no swords, but he didn’t say other things could not be used.
Fifth Song once made a magic talisman for him to play with, which he’d called the Anger-Relieving Talisman. At that time, Song Youdu had said:
—”If someone displeases da shixiong, he will remove his weapon. Without his weapon, the cultivator will be delighted. And da shixiong will find it more interesting when he sees how the evildoer’s expression will change, thus improving his mood. That’s why it’s called the Anger-Relieving Talisman.
Lin Fuqing was indeed in a very good mood now, but his little troublemaker seemed far from relieved.
Fang Zhiyuan whispered angrily, “Is this kind of scum worth your effort? It’s dirtying your finger. He should have just been kicked away.”
Lin Fuqing put his hand on Fang Zhiyuan’s shoulder and said softly, “Then I’ll rub it all over you to clean it, okay?”
Fang Zhiyuan looked at him coldly, then pulled his wrist and dragged him directly onto his sword.
Amid the shocked and astonished gazes of the spectators, they flew towards Song Youdu’s central pavilion.
But before they had even reached the pavilion, they saw flames rising into the sky, illuminating half of the night and burning the clouds red.
From afar came a loud “clang” sound, creating an echo that was continuous and deafening!
Lin Fuqing was slightly startled and whispered, “Isn’t this the sound of the Mountain-Beating Hammer? Why is Little Fifth using this thing? Shouldn’t he be fighting someone? Who is he fighting?”
“Stand firm.” Fang Zhiyuan said in a deep voice, pointing at the long sword under his feet, “I’ll hurry over to take a look.”
The top floor of the middle pavilion.
On the eaves of the building, Song Youdu’s hair was messed up by the hot wind, and the firelight cast a long shadow behind him.
He stretched out his left hand, and a huge furnace as tall as three adult men laid in front of him like an iron wall; he raised his right hand, and a small black hammer hung high in the sky.
—They are exactly Song Youdu’s two immortal soul weapons, the “Black Flame Cauldron” and the “Mountain-beating Hammer”!
No one knew what materials the giant tripod cauldron and the hammer were made of. The moonlight and firelight fell on them, but they seemed to be absorbing the light but reflecting none.
Song Youdu’s eyes lit up. He clenched his left fist and swung his right hand downward!
Suddenly, the flames of the giant cauldron soared twice as high, and the hammer fell heavily, creating another sharp “clang” sound!
“Ahhh!!”
Suddenly, a scream like a pig being slaughtered rang out.
“You asshole! Stop it—” Across the competition stage, Fang Zhilong’s eyes were bloodshot, and he was spitting blood crazily. “My sword, my divine sword!!”
Lin Fuqing and Fang Zhiyuan, who had just arrived, stopped above where their shidi stood and looked intently into Fifth Song’s giant cauldron.
They saw an immortal sword stuck in the cauldron. After being continuously tempered with flames and hammered, it had long been deformed beyond recognition.
Song Youdu hid behind the Black Flame Cauldron and formed refining runes with an expressionless face.
Suddenly he raised his hand and scattered a handful of “soft and exquisite jade sand”, then he raised his hand again and threw in two “meteour stones.” All of them fell into the Black Flame Cauldron!
Some of the spectators were going crazy. “What is he doing?!!”
Fang Zhilong also went crazy. “What are you doing?!”
Song Youdu opened his eyes and said, “Refining tool.”
Song Youdu added, “My da shixiong told me that the weapons of the geniuses competing in the Golden Osmanthus Challenge can be used to refine tools…”
As he spoke, the mountain-hitting hammer fell again!
Clang–
Lin Fuqing: “….”
He said innocently to Fang Zhiyuan, “I didn’t.”
Song Youdu continued, “Well, those aren’t his exact words, but it’s about the same meaning. I remembered.”
Clang–!!
The fire in the cauldron was blazing, and Fang Zhilong’s original long sword had melted into a ball of bright liquid, shrinking smaller and smaller.
“I-I’m going to kill you!! You little thief, you’re looking for death! Looking for death!!” Fang Zhilong’s forehead was bulging with veins, and his eyes were spitting fire, filled with hatred.
He didn’t care about the etiquette of a son of a great family… That was the immortal weapon he was going to use to seal his fate in the future. He had spent so many years forging it, and at least hundreds of thousands of spirit stones had been spent on it!!
The spiritual power around him suddenly surged, and with a roar, he punched forward with both fists wrapped in red light, and a series of vicious tiger phantoms emerged!
The powerful energy cracked the tiles beneath his feet and in the blink of an eye it spread over a distance of more than ten feet.
Song Youdu concentrated all his attention on the hammer and the tripod, and threw out a defensive armor, so all the punches were blocked.
The mountain-beating hammer fell again!
Clang, clang, clang——
No matter how furious Fang Zhilong was, and how he used magic and martial arts to attack Fifth Song, he could not break through the defensive magic weapons that Fifth Song threw out of his Qiankun bag one after another.
The spectators were already stunned by what they saw, and were pointing and talking with great delight.
“Oh my god, he really dares to destroy the immortal weapon of the Fang family’s second son!?”
“This Second Young Master Fang has never suffered such a big loss since he was born. The Xuyun people are really bold…”
“Once he has used up all his defensive magic weapons, he will surely die!”
In mid-air, Fang Zhiyuan finally couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He straightened his body and shouted to the person below, “Fifth Song! Make a hairpin and bring it back as a gift for Little Red Sugar!”
Lin Fuqing was also enjoying the fun. He laughed and said, “That’s right. Listen to A’Yuan.”
Song Youdu casted the last rune. The mountain-beating hammer suddenly flashed with black spiritual light. In an instant it struck down ninety-nine times, making a continuous clanging sound, and the black flame cauldron was filled with brilliance.
After the light faded, there was no longer any trace of Fang Zhilong’s immortal sword left in the huge black cauldron.
A small hairpin with a red beaded flower slowly floated out from the cauldron.
The tool was ready!
The audience was dumbfounded.
Even the monk from Golden Osmanthus Palace who was acting as arbiter was stunned.
Fifth Song waved his hand and put the hairpin into his Qiankun bag. He also took back the mountain-beating hammer and the black flame cauldron with his mind. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and finally said to Fang Zhilong, “I should have thanked you for your sword. But since you’re a member of the Fang family, I won’t be polite.”
After that, Song Youdu waved his hand at the arbiter. “Hey. Let’s stop here. I can’t beat this guy. I admit defeat.”
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Fifth Song: Although I can’t beat you, I can still vent my anger.
admitting defeat after doing something like that is really shameless LOL our xuyun sect disciples are really something !! most heartwarming of all was the way that fang zhiyuan burst into laughter ;____; after so much tragedy in their first lives, they deserve to have a little fun in this one!