Chapter 92 - I am the Strongest! (2/2)
In the eyes of the First Lady, a Little Fatty without divine lightning probably could not even be compared to ordinary 10th XianTian cultivator. Thus, she was extremely opposed to this rule.
However, Daoist Huo Yun fiercely argued that if Little Fatty could use the divine lightning, others would be able to use talismans. The talisman refined by a JinDan cultivator would be comparable to Little Fatty’s divine lightning. At that time, all the inner court disciples would then just casually use it. But, this sect compet.i.tion was a measure of ability, not wealth.
His intentions were extremely obvious. He was hinting to the First Lady that if Little Fatty was allowed to use divine lightning, he would allow his disciples to counter it with talismans. In such a situation, none of them would have any benefits. Due to the might of those two things, both parties might even be seriously injured.
Facing such a despicable threat, the First Lady was rendered helpless. Even if she were to insist, the other cultivators would definitely object. After all, no one would want their disciples to face against opponents with talismans and divine lightning. Under such a scenario, both talismans and divine lightning were thus banned.
Thus, the First Lady wanted to minimise the creva.s.se in their abilities by giving him magical artefacts but little did she expect to be rejected. Because of Little Fatty’s firmness and unwavering confidence in being victorious, she could only retract her kind intentions with regret. She could only let Little Fatty use this time to prepare himself and temporarily stop refining divine lightning.
However, although Little Fatty agreed respectfully on the surface, he was not nervous at all. Even if he did not have the divine lightning, he still had the large iron bell, his puppets and the Wing Piercing Tiger. What does he need to fear with these treasures at hand? Not mentioning a mere XianTian cultivator, even if it was an extremely well equipped foundational cultivator, Little Fatty still possessed the confidence to put up a fight!
After he revealed this information to Han Ling Feng, he stroked her smooth skin while saying, “Although you lost the chance to obtain the Mystical Spiritual Fruit, you still have me. Don’t worry, I will definitely let you eat a Mystical Spiritual Fruit!”
“Really?” Han Ling Feng looked at Little Fatty with a face full of surprise and excitement, “Darn fatty, don’t tell me you’re just trying to console me?”
“Nope, I promise to give you a Mystical Spiritual Fruit!” Little Fatty said solemnly.
“But... your opponent this round is a 13th XianTian inner court disciple. With his abundant magical artefacts, can… can you win?” Han Ling Feng asked in doubt.
“Cheh, aren’t you looking down on me too much!” Little Fatty couldn’t help but growl, “Your daddy I, am a strong man who battled 4 foundational cultivators!”
“Really?” Han Ling Feng asked in surprise immediately, “When did that happen? Why don’t I know about it?”
At this moment, Little Fatty also realised that he had a slip of tongue. He should not have made mention of his brilliant record. Thus, he acted dumb and said, “You just need to know that I’m the strongest! You doubt me? Let me show you my strength!” As he said that, he pressed Han Ling Feng under him like a man-eating tiger. Ignoring her pleas, he rushed in for the kill!
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