Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"What if I can block one of your punches?" Hou Jingfeng laughed coldly. He did not believe for a second that he would be unable to block even one of Mo Wen's punches.
"What do you want?" Mo Wen smiled. Hou Jingfeng actually wanted to discuss terms with him!
"If I do manage to block one of your punches, you will give me that Black Gold Puppet of yours." A look of greed flashed in Hou Jingfeng's eyes.
"So daring." Mo Wen smiled. So Hou Jingfeng coveted his Black Gold Puppet. His ambition clearly knew no bounds. A cold light flashed n Mo Wen's eyes, as he nonchalantly said, "What if you fail? What do you have that is the same worth as this puppet?"
"If I fail, I will pay with my life." Hou Jingfeng did not believe at all that he would fail.
"Your life is too cheap. It is not worth a puppet," Mo Wen said with a smile.
"You…" Hou Jingfeng's face contorted. Mo Wen being arrogant was one thing, but now Mo Wen had actually dared to insult him to his face.
"You don't dare to do it?" Hou Jingfeng took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He looked sinisterly at Mo Wen. Any other time, if Mo Wen dared to insult him this way, Hou Jingfeng would have already attacked him. But right now, he had his eyes on Mo Wen's Black Gold Puppet. He needed to remain calm.
It may be that, even if he won the wager, Mo Wen would still not hand over the Black Gold Puppet. However, Hou Jingfeng had the Ming Temple behind him. With this wager in place, Ming Temple could righteously take Mo Wen's puppet in the future.
"Trying to be smart." Mo Wen smiled mockingly. He understood what Hou Jingfeng intended to do. He did not need to say anymore and had absolutely no interest in making small talk with Hou Jingfeng. With a flash of his silhouette, Mo Wen appeared before Hou Jingfeng.
A gentle breeze blew past. Mo Wen's silhouette twisted like a shadow in the wind. Even Hou Jingfeng could not react in time. How did Mo Wen suddenly appear before him without any premonition?
A terrifying aura expanded out. There seemed to be lightning jumping out from nothingness.
The next moment, Hou Jingfeng's silhouette flew backward. He had absolutely no chance to block anything, let alone block Mo Wen's punch.
Hou Jingfeng fell onto the ground. After struggling for a while, he was still unable to get to his feet. His face was pale and his breathing was weak. He had clearly suffered very severe injuries.
Any other time, Hou Jingfeng would not have lost so badly, but this s.p.a.ce had limited his power, causing him to only be able to unleash intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm cultivation. Under normal circ.u.mstances, even if Mo Wen could win against Hou Jingfeng, it would most likely not be so easy.
Compared to Bu Xingyi, Hou Jingfeng paled into insignificance. After taking on Mo Wen's Glory of Thunder, he had completely lost his combat ability.
Ancient martial art pract.i.tioners from Golden Dragon Sect were battling against the Ming Temple's ancient martial art pract.i.tioners. The Golden Dragon Sect ancient martial art pract.i.tioners were all present. The Ming Temple only had a portion of theirs here, and the Ming Temple's Second Sect Grand Elder w.a.n.g Changhan was also not around. Hence, the Golden Dragon Sect had the upper hand.
"Members of the Golden Dragon Sect, we are irreconcilable."
Bu Xingyi and Granny Jin Hua were battling each other. Bu Xingyi was still suffering from the earlier injuries Mo Wen had inflicted upon him and was no match for Granny Jin Hua right now. Once they began to exchange blows, he was in an awkward spot.
Mo Wen slowly walked up to Hou Jingfeng. He lowered his head, and condescendingly said, "The reason why I didn't bet, was not because I didn't dare to. It was because you are not qualified to make a bet with me."
Hou Jingfeng ground his teeth tightly, clenching both his fists. The humiliation made him want to commit suicide immediately. He had always been lauded by others as a peerless genius, ever since he was young. Everywhere he went, people would flock around him. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
"Even if we didn't bet, your life is mine to take at any time." Mo Wen smiled coldly and calmly. He slowly extended a hand. A beam of golden light coalesced on his hand, becoming a sharp blade. It emanated a terrifying aura, enough to kill Hou Jingfeng with a single slash.
"You dare…to kill me?" Hou Jingfeng looked at Mo Wen in disbelief. He had not expected that this youth would kill him in public. He was a member of the Ming Temple and was their chief disciple. In the outside world, he was the top-ranked of all the youth disciples of the Ming Temple. Even if his position could not be compared to a Sect Grand Elder, it was still much higher than normal elders.
Across the Four Great Mystery Dimensions, there would be only a few people who would dare to kill him in public.
"No…don't kill me. Don't…"
Hou Jingfeng was finally afraid. From Mo Wen's gaze, he knew that Mo Wen was definitely not merely trying to frighten him. He would absolutely dare to kill him in front of everyone else.
Around them, watching ancient martial art pract.i.tioners looked at Mo Wen in astonishment. They were all trying to guess what sort of status this youth had to actually dare kill the Ming Temple's chief disciple in public. Hou Jingfeng was someone who had the qualities to become a Martial Arts Grandmaster. Whoever killed him would essentially be killing the Ming Temple's future Sect Grand Elder, or even the sect leader.
Any other person from a normal sect would absolutely not dare to do such a thing.
In the ancient martial art pract.i.tioner world, it was very common for large sects to bully small sects. Aside from one's own ability, pract.i.tioners also had to consider their backgrounds even more.
Mo Wen smiled understatedly. Then, he swung his hand and cut downwards. The Ming Temple was destined to be his nemesis. By killing Hou Jingfeng now, in the future, he would have one less hidden danger.
"Who dares to kill the members of my Ming Temple?" A voice suddenly sounded. The next moment, a grey shadow flashed past. It appeared before Mo Wen in an instant, shattering his golden blade.
Nearby, a silhouette flashed and an elder dressed in blue flew over. The person's figure was tall and thin, with delicate, modeled features. His eyes emanated a breathtaking light, unintentionally having a sense of majesty. It was certainly a temperament cultivated by someone who had been in a high position for a very long time.
"It's w.a.n.g Changhan. This old thing has rushed over…"
"He's the Ming Temple's Second Sect Grand Elder. Rumor has it that his cultivation is much higher than Bu Xingyi's. Even if the Golden Dragon Sect's Granny Jin Hua were to go against him, she would not necessarily win."
"Over there, there are a few more Ming Temple ancient martial art pract.i.tioners rus.h.i.+ng over. This show is just getting started."
"Now the Ming Temple has more than ten people. They outnumber the members of the
In an instant, another seven to eight ancient martial art pract.i.tioners appeared. They were all wearing the apparel of the Ming Temple.
Mo Wen frowned slightly. The Ming Temple certainly had many members and a wide range of influence. The battle had only begun a short while ago and more than ten people had gathered.
w.a.n.g Changhan glanced around, and then looked at Granny Jin Hua. "Granny Jin Hua, why are you attacking the members of my Ming Temple? Could it be that you wish to make an enemy of us? Retreat now, and I can let bygones be bygones."
"The members of your Ming Temple are shameless, surrounding the honored guest of our Golden Dragon Sect. What do you have to say about that?"
Right now, both sides had ceased fighting and were facing each other. The appearance of w.a.n.g Changhan had tipped the scales of balance.
"No matter who is right or wrong in this matter, I hope we can stop immediately. We have come together this time for the spiritual fire and the treasures of the Fighting Spirit Tower, and not for infighting. I believe Granny Jin Hua also has no objection to this point?"
A bright light flashed in w.a.n.g Changhan's eyes. Then, he lowered his gaze. No one knew what he was thinking.
"As long as the members of your Ming Temple don't bully others, naturally there will be no issue…"
Granny Jin Hua's had not finished speaking when suddenly things changed drastically. The entire sky suddenly darkened. Almost at the exact same time, everyone experienced palpitations, as emotions of fear and unrest surged constantly in their hearts. It was as though there was an overlord that was watching them in heaven above.
Dark clouds enveloped the entire world. Thunder rumbled in the layers of cloud, the sound audible over the vast land. Rain fell from the sky, causing the entire world to instantly dim.
Suddenly, everyone felt an emperor-like will descend from above, instantly enveloping them all.
A voice appeared in the minds of everyone at the same time. It was the voice was from the Tower Spirit!
Mo Wen shut his eyes tightly. His figure slightly shook. Under the supreme will, his own nearly crumbled. Information that he could not block or choose at all appeared in his mind.
"This s.p.a.ce actually…"
Mo Wen suddenly opened his eyes. An odd look was in his eyes. It had just been an instant, but he had learned everything about this s.p.a.ce from the Tower Spirit.
Or it could be said that the Tower Spirit had arranged everything in this Game of Death.
Why was it a Game of Death? It was because if they could not get out from this s.p.a.ce alive, they would die here.
The dark clouds in the sky got denser and denser, and the thunder got louder and louder.
In the rain, all the human ancient martial art pract.i.tioners saw silhouettes of different shapes and sizes appear bizarrely around them. The silhouettes seemed to have appeared out of thin air, appearing without any warning at all.
The plains, the ruins, the hills, and the ruins of the city were all filled with these silhouettes. They were packed densely and were uncountable.
Some of the silhouettes were powerful, some were weak. The powerful ones were comparable to Martial Arts Grandmasters. The weak ones could not even compare to Embryonic Breathing realm ancient martial art pract.i.tioners.
"Illusionary beasts." Mo Wen remembered such a term.
The illusionary beast was the name that the Tower Spirit of the Fighting Spirit Tower had told him. Their appearance was no different from monstrous beasts and their combat power was no weaker. But they were not real existences. Instead, they were illusions created by this world. Because they were not real life forms, they could only be called illusionary beasts. But the combat power of these illusionary beasts was not below that of monstrous beasts. If one died at their hands, they would die for real.
Mo Wen recalled the rules of this world, and could not help but laugh bitterly.
He had already truly believed that this Fighting Spirit Tower's Tower Spirit certainly had very high intelligence. It was capable of independent thinking and was no different from an intelligent life form.
The Game of Death was connected to the spiritual fire. Hence, it was connected with the goal of all human ancient martial art pract.i.tioners who had come here.
The human ancient martial art pract.i.tioners' cultivation had also been suppressed because of the rules arranged by the Tower Spirit.
The human ancient martial art pract.i.tioners could only have at most intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm cultivation at the start. But, living in this s.p.a.ce, they could kill illusionary beasts to keep unsealing their own cultivation. Once they killed enough illusionary beasts, their cultivation would be completely restored.
Also, ancient martial art pract.i.tioners with insufficient cultivation could increase their cultivation by killing the illusionary beasts of this world. In theory, if one killed enough illusionary beasts, this world could raise one's cultivation to the height of a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
