Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 502: Disgrace, Seven Consecutive Losses! (2nd Update)

Chapter 502: Chapter 502: Disgrace, Seven Consecutive Losses! (2nd Update)

Mo Tingfeng’s strength had reached the Magnetic Condensation Realm Tenth Level, a clear cut above Yaen Wentao at the Ninth Level of Pulse Condensation Realm.

Although Ling Feng had indeed brought back many powerful martial techniques, in just a few days, it was simply impossible for the disciples to master them, especially since not everyone possessed abilities like the Heavenly Dao Eye to defy the heavens.

The two went up on stage, and within three moves, Mo Tingfeng had kicked Yaen Wentao to the ground, the sword edge flickering, unleashing waves of Sword Qi in all directions, forcing Yaen Wentao to roll around the ground, dodging the rainstorm-like attacks from Mo Tingfeng.

Ling Feng shook his head, suddenly stood up, and raised his voice, "This match, our Asking Immortal Sect admits defeat! Yaen Wentao, come down!"

"Oh?"

Mo Tingfeng stood with his sword sheathed, a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, "A piece of trash from the Asking Immortal Sect is admitting defeat?"

Yaen Wentao clenched his fists, got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looking back at Ling Feng, he gritted his teeth and said, "Sect Leader, I know you mean well, but I refuse to admit defeat in this battle! Never!"

Ling Feng was taken aback for a moment, then his gaze flashed with a hint of admiration.

Perhaps Yaen Wentao’s talent was indeed mediocre, but his perseverance was commendable.

"Good," Ling Feng nodded. Having such a disciple was also a blessing for the Asking Immortal Sect.

"Hahaha..."

Sect Master Cao Tailai of the Liuyun Sword Sect squinted his eyes and chuckled, "Tingfeng, go easy on the Asking Immortal Sect disciples, don’t hit them in the face, hahaha..."

"Yes, Sect Leader!"

A crafty glint flashed in Mo Tingfeng’s eyes; Cao Tailai’s words, while advising against striking the face, were actually suggesting he should heavily humiliate the Asking Immortal Sect disciples.

"The competition continues!"

With the high call from Tianyun Taoist, Mo Tingfeng’s sword blade swung again, sweeping Sword Qi across like sun rays. In just a quick exchange, he had Yaen Wentao ruthlessly pinned underfoot.

Mo Tingfeng stood on Yaen Wentao’s cheek, sneering, "How about it? Ready to admit defeat?"

"I won’t admit defeat! I refuse to admit defeat! I will never admit defeat!"

Yaen Wentao bit down hard on his teeth, trying to pry Mo Tingfeng’s foot away, but he couldn’t move the latter in the slightest.

The difference of two meridian levels left Yaen Wentao with no room to fight back under Mo Tingfeng’s grasp.

"Damn it..."

Elder Yao clenched his fists tightly, shaking all over with rage as he watched his disciple being humiliated like this.

"No worries," Ling Feng, not angry but happy, calmly said, "Look at Yaen Wentao’s eyes, rest assured. In less than a year, the one underfoot will be Mo Tingfeng!"

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Yaen Wentao was kicked around the stage like a punching bag, inciting righteous indignation from the Asking Immortal Sect side, while the disciples of the Liuyun Sword Sect felt a sense of exultation.

Weren’t you, the Sect Leader of the Asking Immortal Sect, very arrogant just now?

Once on the stage, aren’t your Asking Immortal Sect disciples still brutally beaten just the same?

Yaen Wentao was tormented for about 15 minutes, and it was only when Mo Tingfeng felt it unnecessary to waste more True Qi and physical strength that he kicked him off the stage—this match was a victory for the Liuyun Sword Sect.

A victory right at the start raised the spirits of the Liuyun Sword Sect to an extremely pompous level.

A few disciples quickly helped Yaen Wentao back, and although he was beaten black and blue, he didn’t seem too disheartened. Instead, he turned to Ling Feng with a smile and said, "Sect Leader, did you see? I didn’t give up!"

"Hmm," Ling Feng nodded, lightly patted Yaen Wentao on the shoulder, and a strong surge of True Qi transferred into Yaen Wentao’s body, instantly revitalizing him.

"The strength at a moment does not signify anything. Train well, and before long, you’ll return the beating exactly how you received it! A martial artist can be defeated, but should never concede defeat!"

Ling Feng made no attempt to hide his admiration. Talent was one aspect, but temperament was ultimately what mattered.

Believing that with the high-level martial techniques and cultivation methods he had brought back, Yan Wentao, with his temperament, would surely undergo a transformation within a year or two!

"Hmph!"

Above the arena, Mo Tingfeng wore a proud face as he disdainfully glanced over the disciples from the Wenxian Sect and shook his head with ridicule, "Pathetic!"

"Ha-ha-ha, Brother Mo is mighty!"

"I reckon that Brother Mo could take down all those pathetic Wenxian Sect guys with just a move!"

"Ha-ha-ha..."

Next, Mo Tingfeng continued to spin the Heavenly Chosen Compass and subsequently, defeated three disciples from Wenxian Sect and one from the Qiankun Sect before finally losing due to exhaustion to a disciple of the Qiankun Sect.

By this time, Wenxian Sect had already suffered four consecutive defeats without a single victory!

Such clarity was not only in Liuyun Sword Sect, but even the Sect Master of the Qiankun Sect shook his head.

It seemed that the disciples of Wenxian Sect were likely to be entirely annihilated.

Above the arena, it was time for disciple rotation.

Both Qiankun Sect and Liuyun Sword Sect had their wins and losses, but only the Wenxian Sect suffered seven consecutive defeats!

Those disciples at the Eighth Layer of the Magnetic Condensation Realm, when faced with disciples at the Ninth or Tenth Layer, had virtually no chance of victory.

The only Wenxian Sect disciple who was a bit luckier, having encountered an opponent of the same level, still unfortunately lost to the swift sword of his opponent and was kicked off the arena.

"Wenxian Sect disciples are indeed pathetic!"

A disciple from the Liuyun Sword Sect laughed boisterously on the stage, "Wenxian Sect is on a seven-defeat streak, I suggest you all just drop out of the contest. It’s about time Wenxian Sect was removed from the Top Three Sects!"

"Haha, what Wenxian Sect, more like Turtle and Softshell Turtle Sect, skilled only in taking a beating!"

"Exactly, exactly, seven consecutive defeats are so humiliating!"

"Where did all that earlier bluster go? Turns out they’re all a bunch of useless weaklings!"

All sorts of gossip and insulting voices filled the air, shaking the Wenxian Sect disciples with anger, yet the record of seven consecutive defeats laid before their eyes.

No matter how angry they were, they didn’t even have the capital to retort.

Only Ling Feng and Lin Xian’er were able to remain calm.

Under everyone’s gaze, the Liuyun Sword Sect disciple slowly spun the Heavenly Chosen Compass; as the golden light flashed past, the number was finally determined.

Bingo Ten!

Bingo Ten was the number assigned to Lin Xian’er.

"Now, would Lin Xian’er from the Wenxian Sect please come to the stage for the battle!" Tianyun Taoist read the name from the roll call.

"Finally, it’s my turn?" Lin Xian’er had been sitting silently behind Ling Feng.

She had seen everything that had transpired; the seven consecutive defeats of Wenxian Sect could be nailed to the pillar of shame.

However, the streak of defeats would end with her.

"Xian’er, it’s all on you now." Ling Feng smiled faintly, full of confidence in Lin Xian’er.

It didn’t matter if it was seven defeats in a row; even with nine, Ling Feng absolutely believed that Lin Xian’er had the power to turn the tide.

An A-class Disciple was not a title in name only!

"Leave it to me." Lin Xian’er turned back, giving Ling Feng a warm smile.

All this time, it had been Ling Feng helping her, and now it was her turn to repay the kindness.