158 My Name Is Bitter Tears (1/2)

”Wang Lu, what is that thing?”

On the Cloud Platform, the referee from the Spirit Sword Sect side asked with a frown.

Wang Lu looked down at that smiling little thing, raised his head and then confidently said, ”Dog.”

”...Nonsense, I ask you, why are you bringing the dog here?”

Wang Lu said, ”Of course, it’s to participate in the fight, and not to give you a taste of its meat.”

Upon hearing the words ‘its meat’, the stupid dog immediately quivered. ”Woof!?”

Liu Xian asked, ”You want the dog to fight together with you?”

Wang Lu asked, ”Is there a rule that forbids a contestant to bring a spirit pet? Although this dog is stupid, it has made an agreement with me to be my spirit pet. Moreover, its grade absolutely does not exceed the allowed figure; please rest assured.”

”Hm.” Liu Xian turned his head and consulted the other referee.

This was also quite an unexpected situation for Yuan Chaonian. He had never heard that Spirit Sword Sect excelled at the tradition of controlling animals. Thus, he thought it was strange for Wang Lu to bring a dog to the stage. However, since the man and the pet have the primordial spirit connection, it proved the spirit pet identity. And generally there were indeed no rules that prohibited the contestants to bring their spirit pet—naturally, there was a restriction in the grade of the spirit pet—otherwise, it would be too unfair for other sects except for the schools specializing in controlling beasts.

”Okay, since this disciple wants to show us the formidability of the method in controlling beast from the Spirit Sword Sect, we look forward to seeing it.”

In his heart, Liu Xian smiled wryly, thinking that how come he, as a Reward-Giver Elder had never known if there was a beast controlling method in the Spirit Sword Sect? However, in the end, he still nodded. ”Then, the match is about to begin so please, the two contestants, come to the stage.”

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After the two sides had been at their respective positions, the Elders began to check the cultivators’ condition.

This check was to make sure the contestant didn’t use any external secret method to enhance their cultivation, carry props and panaceas with rank beyond the permitted limit, and forcibly lift the seal for the high-level Spiritual Treasure... Of course, with one Yuanying Stage and one Deity Stage referees, no disciple was stupid enough to try to cheat.

Liu Xian swept a glance at Zhao Jiangyuan and then nodded. However, when Yuan Chaonian similarly swept his primordial spirit on Wang Lu, he saw something in Wang Lu’s mustard seed bag that slightly surprised him... However, since that thing did not violate the rules, he also nodded to complete the checking.

Thereupon, under the cheers of the audience, the two cultivators made their final preparation at the Cloud Platform. They saw in Zhao Jiangyuan’s hand a Ruyi scepter [1] and in his other hand a copper mirror. His mouth silently cast a spell. Then, from his seven orifices (2 eyes, 2 ears, 2 nostrils, 1 mouth) came out a white mist that enveloped his whole body, which appeared very frightening.

From among the audience, a senior Spirit Sword Sect cultivator said, ”It’s really a witchcraft. However, the Southern Heaven Region’s interest in witchcraft has ended long ago before the Age of Chaos. Nowadays witchcraft should be on the verge of extinction...Ten Thousand Arts Sect is indeed Ten Thousand Arts Sect, they even managed to get their hands on this dishonest method.”

Another person said with a smile, ”What’s more, they even found someone whose aptitude is suited to learn this method, this is really not easy! I don’t know whether Wang Lu can handle it, witchcraft is bizarre and unpredictable, and difficult to guard against. We’ll see if Non-Phase Method can withstand it.”

”Heh, Fifth Elder’s superb defense is legendary, so her Method must be good... However, Wang Lu’s cultivation stage is a bit on the low here.”

While the audience below talked about this, Wang Lu turned a blind eye toward that Southern witchcraft. He was teasing the dog with a piece of fat and tender pork meat; his posture was really provocative.

Thereupon, the Elders waited no more. ”Begin!”

Almost at the same time, Zhao Jiangyuan instantly disappeared. His figure flashed forward like electricity, leaving behind the seemingly magical treasures copper mirror and ruyi scepter. They were substituted by an astonishingly sharp sword.

”Sword cultivation!?”

In an instant, countless people below the stage exclaimed. From when they arrived at the Spirit Sword Sect, through his speech and conduct, this Zhao Jiangyuan often gave the impression that he excelled in the study of witchcraft, thus, most people speculated that his Core Cultivation Method was witchcraft spell. However, unexpectedly, all of this was just to cover his real ability.

He was a sword cultivator, good at close combat; a sword breaks all the technique and spells from the Ten Thousand Arts Sect’s sword cultivation!

If you think he would use the witchcraft to contend with his opponent, slowly defeating Wang Lu, that would be a complete mistake. Zhao Jiangyuan didn’t intend to fight a protracted match with Wang Lu. As per their pre-fight analysis, to win, he needed to do it as fast as possible.

And Zhao Jiangyuan, as a sword cultivator, was best at decapitation tactic. His sword cultivation method was of immortal level Limitless Sword, which could capture all the details of the opponent in an instant, comprehensively seek the flaw and stab it in one fell swoop. This was a top rank skill to defeat the enemy; let alone his overwhelming magical power compared to the opponent, his power was also above Wang Lu!

With figure flashing like electricity, and mind as still as water... Zhao Jiangyuan pointed his sword forward, solidly locking the opponent with his five senses and primordial spirit that even the slightest movement couldn’t escape his perception; in an instant, he had seen too many flaws!

‘This sword will certainly stab you!’

At the same time, Wang Lu simply threw that slice of pork meat forward, trying to block Zhao Jiangyuan’s field of vision.

Zhao Jiangyuan remained unmoved. His mind had completely locked on Wang Lu, without any distracting thoughts and without caring about that pork meat that blocked his line of sight. Under his sword strike, any junk item would turn to ash in an instant, together with Wang Lu.