Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 369 - 369 368 A Total Mess

369: Chapter 368: A Total Mess 369: Chapter 368: A Total Mess Old Cai was somewhat distracted.

He knew the sword cultivator’s words made sense, but he still harbored a glimmer of hope that these young cultivators would know the difficulty and back off.

In such a complicated state of mind, he anxiously waited for the situation in the arena to change.

Fortunately, it didn’t seem that bad?

The Fengwei Bamboo had a hard time winning the first victory, but it was only a matter of demonstration at the level of technique; as for the result, neither side was injured—it was a lonely victory.

This process gave the tour group members the wrong impression.

They didn’t see the pirate’s fierceness or anything special in their combat.

In terms of technique application, for those accustomed to witnessing exquisite magical duels within their sects, it all seemed rough and oversimplified.

This gave the group members immense confidence.

In such an optimistic atmosphere, a Zhou Sect cultivator leaped into the arena.

He was a member of the Red Falcon Conquest Team.

He had come to the Lizhi Sea to witness various characters and sea demons; such battles were perfect for him, an indispensable part of his cultivation experience.

He planned to take the lead for the Bamboo Island side, to establish an initial merit—a responsibility expected of a giant like the Southeast Daoist Sect.

His opponent was a robust man with a menacing look in his eyes.

“Zhou Sect cultivator, the whale-slaying hero from across the sea, Zhou Sect’s Wan Yifeng, is here to learn from the Cang Sea heroes.”

The big man’s lips curled into a cold smirk, “Cang Sea’s You Chongshan, a nameless nobody, a roughneck, from a desolate sect—I won’t embarrass myself by showing off.”

Hou Niao felt Old Cai tense up beside him, so he asked, “Do you recognize this person?

Is he famous?”

Old Cai forced a smile, “How would I know such fierce individuals?

But I have heard of the name.

He’s one of the Cang Pirates’ leaders.

His coming out so early—I fear trouble is brewing!”

As they were speaking, the two in the arena had already clashed.

Wan Yifeng’s lineage was evident as he adeptly wielded his Wind Skill, which was particularly effective in the open sea environment above the sea.

This was why he had been the first to fight for the tour group.

At this moment, the wind was blowing gently over the sea, just right for borrowing its power to enhance his might.

His successive Tornado Blades and changes in the Wind Domain were as easy as flipping his hand, showing he had a certain level of control over Wind Skill; after all, he was a disciple from a major sect.

Even if he hadn’t achieved Tongxuan for a full decade, his composure and ease in advancing or retreating were apparent.

You Chongshan’s Escape Skill clearly couldn’t match his swift Wind Skill.

After a few exchanges, his black robe was torn to shreds, looking extremely ragged.

As Wan Yifeng’s techniques unfolded smoothly, and he was buoyed by high spirits, he realized that low-rank techniques couldn’t harm him essentially.

He decided to use one of his favorite small Forbidden Techniques to bring a complete end to his first battle.

With a loud laugh and rapid hand signs, a tornado suddenly formed out of nowhere, trapping You Chongshan within it, spinning continuously, its inner blades slicing like steel knives.

To amplify his momentum, he halved the distance between them, which was also the range where he could wield the maximum power of his Tornado Blade.

As the tornado grew larger and spun faster, even a stone within it would probably be torn to shreds.

Just as everyone thought the outcome was certain, a sudden twist occurred!

The tornado unexpectedly drifted towards Wan Yifeng himself, shocking him; realizing this might be the opponent’s use of a Tracking Skill—following his Wind Attribute Magic Power—he hesitated, unsure of what to do.

Should he give up on outputting mana to create distance, or should he continue to increase his mana output in the hopes of slicing his opponent into pieces before the enemy got close?

He was a bit unwilling to let go of the chance to trap his opponent with the Tornado Blade, knowing that once he gave up, and the enemy was psychologically prepared, it would be much harder to capture him again.

In his moment of hesitation, he had already gotten dangerously close to the Tornado Blade.

As members of the Daoist Sect, they preferred control over taking reckless chances with life and death.

With this philosophy, he finally decided to stop casting the spell and to move back to a safe distance to reassess the situation.

But his decision had come too late.

Suddenly, an immense pulling force from within the Tornado Blade made it impossible for him to escape.

Then, a pair of giant hands reached out from the vortex, firmly grasped his legs, and in the horrified gaze of everyone present, he was torn in two…

Due to the lingering force of the winds, the blood from Wan Yifeng’s body sprayed into the sky, blooming like a massive red flower.

This scene was like a bucket of ice water dousing the group of travelers, chilling them to the core.

They had finally witnessed the brutality of the pirates and the grisly reality of life and death.

When the enemy was intent on killing, they didn’t even have a chance to struggle.

The advantages they had previously seemed like traps now.

It was Body Cultivation; as the Tornado Blade dissipated and their vision cleared, they could see that the burly man’s blue robe was nearly all sliced up, fluttering in the wind.

His bronze skin was crisscrossed with white marks, but not a single one penetrated his defenses, leaving no trace of blood.

The clash between Tornado Blade and the Solid Body Skill of the Body Cultivator had a clear winner: the Body Cultivator triumphed.

You Chongshan disdainfully glanced towards the group of travelers, then proudly walked away; he was there to intimidate them, to make these inexperienced novices feel fear and apprehension.

In real combat, if a cultivator develops a mental barrier, it becomes much harder to use their full power, hesitating during the fight, which is where the pirates’ experience came into play.

Even when facing these immature novices, they were methodical and stopped at nothing.

It was most evident when the third contestant from Yue Sect took the stage, showing a moment’s hesitation.

Although he masked his concern well, time did not lie.

With a gap in spirit, the battle would be difficult.

“How many leaders do the Cang Pirates have?

Did they all come?” Hou Niao was curious.

Lao Cai sighed, “Anyway, I don’t recognize any of them.

I only know their names from the Lizhi Sea: Yu Daoguang, the Sea Revealing God; Yuan Xizhi, the Black Star; Luo Guanyu, the Wind Envoy; Huang Qigong, the Silk Sail; You Chongshan, the Giant Spirit.

We’ve seen You Chongshan, his physical prowess truly lives up to his name.

As for the other four, it’s still unknown.

Have they all come?

Which ones?

We shall wait and see.”

His eyes were firmly fixed on the battlefield, “This battle is difficult; unless we decisively kill one, the morale won’t return; a deadlock won’t help, and if another is slain…”

Hou Niao added softly from the side, “Wouldn’t that be exactly what you want?

Maybe you could persuade them to call off the team.”

Lao Cai was at a loss for words; he was just realizing that plans are plans, but reality is reality.

As the Sword Cultivator said, if one or two more were killed, their entire plan would start to unravel.

There were no ordinary mortals here, all were proud cultivators.

Each of them carried a heavy burden of pressure during their growth.

They might be young, but they were also full of potential, not deadwood, and certainly not useless mud that couldn’t hold up a wall.

They would either die in silence or explode in silence.