Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 258 - 50: The Real Thing [Seeking Monthly Tickets!] _1

Chapter 258: Chapter 50: The Real Thing [Seeking Monthly Tickets!] _1

"Wow——"

Beholding the scene before him, Lin Bei couldn’t help but gasp in awe.

Today was the day for the main competition of Shu Mountain Peak Conference, with the spectator stands booming with an enormous presence. Compared to yesterday’s mahjong competition, this main competition still showed a greater spectacularity.

The Tongtian Peak Square was packed to the brim, with only a fighting ring in the center, ensuring that every single battle received the utmost attention. Each chief disciple had to step on this peak under the watchful eyes of all their fellow disciples!

Today was the first round of the main competition, where sixty-four disciples would be whittled down to thirty-two. Chu Liang was also slated to take the stage later.

While Lin Bei’s strength might not be inferior to some of the top sixty-four, he had been too burdened on the Sky Ladder Path and was unable to complete the first three levels, leaving him unfortunately eliminated in the preliminary selection.

Attendant B was in the same boat.

Out of the Mountain God Sacrifice Team, besides Chu Liang, only Shang Ziliang made it into the main competition, and now he was about to take the stage for his match.

"Shang Ziliang’s opponent today is someone named Ling Ao," Lin Bei reported when he returned from gathering information. "The only remaining descendant of Guxuan Peak, who’s in the late stage of the Divine Consciousness Realm."

Guxuan Peak? The disciples of Old Man Sikong?

His eyes were drawn once more to Ling Ao, who stood on the stage in a fitted black tight-suit, of medium height, with a strand of hair covering half his face, his demeanor quite cold.

Over the years, Old Man Sikong had been focused on finding dragons for Shu Mountain, sparing little thought for the cultivation of his disciples. This generation of Guxuan Peak recruits also had few disciples, with only this Ling Ao making it into the selection.

His cultivation was only in the late stage of Divine Consciousness Realm, and logically speaking, Shang Ziliang, who was at the peak of the realm, should have no problems taking him on. But unexpectedly, upon seeing him, Chu Liang’s heart jolted, as if he sensed some danger.

Could this person possess some kind of special attribute?

On stage, an elderly man in a long robe gave a command, and the match started promptly.

Shang Ziliang enforced directly with a shout, "Go!"

At his command, his hands formed the sword spell and his flying sword resounded out of its sheath, transforming into hundreds of sword techniques that shot directly toward the oncoming Ling Ao.

Using the Hundred Swords Technique that aims to attack proactively and defend when necessary was a common starting move among the disciples of Shu Mountain.

Upon witnessing this, Ling Ao’s eyes narrowed, but he did not draw his sword. Instead, he catapulted forward, charging headlong into the dense sword aura of Shang Ziliang’s!

His recklessness startled Shang Ziliang, making him falter slightly.

After all, it was a match among fellow disciples where no one would be prepared to administer a fatal move. With his opponent charging into his sword aura with his bare body, he naturally hesitated somewhat.

But Shang Ziliang soon regained his calm, focusing mindfully on controlling his sword aura. If his opponent insisted on charging into his sword array with his body, he would just have to aim for the non-vital areas to incapacitate him.

Just as he was worrying about inflicting harm upon his opponent, Ling Ao suddenly picked up speed. Like a wraith, he passed through the thick layer of sword aura in the blink of an eye!

Even forming multiple afterimages!

Just how fast was he?

The spectators below were taken aback.

Shang Ziliang’s feelings were even more vivid. As the enemy suddenly approached, he felt a chill down his spine. He promptly changed his sword technique, and a gentle breeze swirled around him, forming a solid barrier right in front of him!

In the Shu Mountain Peak Conference ring, each disciple, aside from their own flying sword, was only allowed to use one magical artifact, which had to be reported and approved by the elders before the match. The use of anything else would be considered cheating.

This rule was implemented to prevent some contestants from using multiple powerful magical artifacts to overpower their opponents, leading to an unfair situation. After all, Shu Mountain Peak Conference was meant to select the most outstanding disciples, not the wealthiest ones.

But this rule left disciples like Shang Ziliang somewhat at a disadvantage.

This time, he intended to choose an offensive magical artifact as, in the same scenario, attack was definitely more vital than defense. His choice was not wrong. However, he suddenly found himself in this predicament where the opponent was rushing him too quickly. Usually, he would use a magical artifact to shield his body, but at this moment, he was unable to use it.

All he could do was using a breeze barrier to protect himself temporarily.

But when Ling Ao charged up to his face, it all ended with just a single punch.

Bang——

Shang Ziliang’s barrier was instantly shattered, and he himself was sent flying the next moment, eventually landing hard on the ground.

Slap.

The battle ended exceptionally swiftly and decisively.

Just like that, Ling Ao had single-handedly charged directly through Shang Ziliang’s sword aura, laid down a punch, and simply took down his opponent.

This left the bystanders below tongue-tied.

Was this the speed and strength of a late stage practitioner in the Divine Consciousness Realm?

"He must have had some extraordinary encounter..." Chu Liang murmured to himself. Otherwise, this was absolutely unnatural.

Though Ling Ao didn’t appear to be exerting all of his power, the strength of his physical body he displayed was almost comparable to his own. Chu Liang himself had reached the Golden Core Realm topped with many added bonuses. How could Ling Ao achieve such a level?

The Shu Mountain Peak Conference was indeed rife with hidden talents. Despite making some progress himself, he realized he couldn’t let his guard down.

...

"Silver Sword Peak, Chu Liang!"

"Zhishou Peak, Cheng Jian!"

After waiting for half a day, it was finally Chu Liang’s turn to go on stage. He couldn’t wait any longer.

His opponent was a young disciple from Zhishou Peak. He looked a few years older but his cultivation was only at the peak of the Divine Consciousness Realm, an average level among his peers.

However, Chu Liang did not underestimate his opponent. He respectfully bowed his hands in greeting, "Senior Brother Cheng, please."

"Junior Brother Chu, please." Cheng Jian across him also returned the courtesy.

After both of them had exchanged courtesies, the fight started immediately on the elder’s command!

Chu Liang instantly took the initiative by releasing a beam of green light!

"Roar——"

A winding green snake flew up in the sky, steering brutally towards Cheng Jian’s head!

It was clear that Chu Liang’s choice of magic artifact for the battle was the Green Leaf Magical Instrument, undoubtedly.

He launched an attack with a command, and the huge teeth of the green snake sent chills down the spine of Cheng Jian. Hastily, he lifted his hand and cast a golden jade talisman. In an instant, a light curtain appeared in front of him, blocking it firmly!

Thump——

The green snake bit on the light curtain, producing a dull sound.

This Cheng Jian had brought a defensive artifact on stage. As he used the jade talisman to block Chu Liang, he also retaliated with his counterattack immediately.

With a flick of his right hand, nine lightning-like black sword lights were shot out instantly! Coming from all directions, there was no place to dodge!

Chu Liang had already called back the green snake. With a flash of brilliance, the snake transformed into a large green umbrella, blocking the black sword lights that were shooting from all directions. Then he held up the umbrella, leaping forward.

Whoooosh——

Moving like the wind!

The speed of Chu Liang’s advance stunned Cheng Jian. He immediately called back his flying swords. The nine sword lights combined into one, turning into a narrow black longsword in his hand, ready to perform a sword technique.

But then he saw Chu Liang’s forward rush suddenly stop. As the brilliance flashed once more, a curved knife appeared in his hand. He flung it forward sharply, the speed so fast that only a brief afterimage flickered!

Cheng Jian was shocked. Almost subconsciously, he cast the jade talisman again, the light curtain blocking him upfront.

Ssssh——

But the next second, he felt a pain in his back.

Huh?

He felt it again carefully. Yes, it hurt.

"Ah!" Only then did he yell out in pain and fell forward onto the ground. A Flying Leaf Sharp Knife was brightly embedded in his back!

Disciples from the Pill Furnace Hall immediately surrounded him, stopping the bleeding and treating the wound. The simple knife wound was healed quickly.

But he had lost this round already.

Still not fully accepting his defeat, Cheng Jian walked up to the elder in the middle of the field and said, "Weren’t we only allowed to use one magic artifact? He just used at least three!"

The elder looked grim, "Chu Liang indeed only used one magic artifact."

When Chu Liang reported the Green Leaf Magical Instrument earlier, it had led to some disputes among the elders. Some felt this magic artifact had too many functions, which seemed unfair. But others believed that this check was merely to prevent divine artifacts or major killers from appearing on the stage, and such a normal magic artifact made of ordinary materials shouldn’t be regulated.

In the end, they discovered that this magical instrument was the work of a disciple from Chuan Jian Hall. The elders then ceased their objections. If not even a magic artifact crafted by a Shu Mountain disciple could qualify, what could?

Who would have known that once this magic artifact took the stage, it would so easily clinch the victory.

"Just one magic artifact?" Cheng Jian stared at Chu Liang in disbelief.

"Senior Brother Cheng, you have been considerate." Chu Liang merely gave a faint smile in response, "If it weren’t for the advantage of my magical instrument, I would indeed have trouble defeating you. But it really is just one."