The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 1199: The Result Doesn’t Matter

Chapter 1199: Chapter 1199: The Result Doesn’t Matter

Wei Qiuwan had moved to Ning Fan’s side at this moment, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Xu Fan, did you deliberately allow Gongsun Zheng to enter the arena?"

Ning Fan smiled briefly as he watched the figure ascending the stage. It wasn’t that he was petty, he just always felt something was off about Gongsun Zheng.

Now that Gongsun Zheng wanted this opportunity, he simply gave it to him.

"Since he’s so eager to showcase himself, I naturally cannot disappoint him."

"As for the result, it actually isn’t important."

Because Ning Fan already knew that Gongsun Zheng was bound to lose.

His gaze had already fallen on the disciple sent by the Hundred Beasts Sect. The individual wore the attire of the Hundred Beasts Sect, yet the aura he emitted was not as fierce as a disciple of the Hundred Beasts Sect normally would have.

Instead, this person gave off a feeling of being as calm as still water, not even releasing a trace of Spiritual Power fluctuation.

A disciple representing the Hundred Beasts Sect at this time could not possibly be just an ordinary person.

It could only mean that this person had very precise control over his Spiritual Power.

Such a person was probably not even a disciple from the Hundred Beasts Sect, and he was definitely a master.

Fierce Lion and others also quickly noticed this, being too familiar with the disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect.

Therefore, they could quickly discern whether the person on the stage was a disciple of the Hundred Beasts Sect or not.

However, the situation at hand was no longer important.

Because they had no proof to confirm that the opponent was not a disciple of the Hundred Beasts Sect.

Luo Cang slapped his forehead hard, extremely annoyed.

They had originally planned for Ning Fan, as the Sect Master, to fight and win the contest in one fell swoop.

But unexpectedly, Gongsun Zheng, this fool, had to intervene at this time. If Wei Qiuwan lost the first contest, it wouldn’t be too bad, but now the second contest was crucial, and the disciple sent by the Hundred Beasts Sect was definitely not ordinary.

From the information they had previously gathered from their respective Sects, it was very likely that the Hundred Beasts Sect harbored core disciples from the Five Great Sects.

The aura of the person currently on the stage was special, subtly touching the Foundation Establishment Peak Realm.

How could Gongsun Zheng possibly be a match for a dead man?

"This fool, why does he insist on seeking death?"

After all, Gongsun Zheng was ultimately a core disciple of his Shuiyun Mountain; how could he not feel pained by the loss of a core disciple?

But now it was too late to stop it.

On the stage, Gongsun Zheng had already grasped a longsword, his face full of pride as he looked at the person confronting him, "I am from the Four Sects Alliance, Gongsun Zheng."

The man smiled faintly, and with a look of disdain, he gathered Spiritual Power in his hand, and a silvery-white three-foot longsword abruptly appeared.

"You’re not even worthy of knowing my name."

Gongsun Zheng coldly snorted, "Bring it on!"

Below the stage, several Sect Masters of the Four Sects Alliance had the same conclusion in their hearts the moment the person on the stage drew his sword.

This person was definitely not a member of the Hundred Beasts Sect.

Because the cultivation techniques of the White Longevity Sect mostly enhance physical strength and close-combat attacks, it is very rare for anyone to use a sword.

Yet the person on stage exhibited proficient sword skills, even overwhelming Gongsun Zheng right from the start.

"This person is definitely not a disciple from the Hundred Beasts Sect, Gongsun Zheng is likely to lose."

Fierce Lion stated gravely.

Miao Si, however, smiled indifferently. He was not at all surprised by this outcome.

"When he decided to fight, I already knew he was destined to lose."

Fierce Lion immediately looked at Miao Si, "When did you become so clever?"

Miao Si gave Fierce Lion a disdainful look.

"I’ve always been this clever, it’s just that you yourself are physically strong but simple-minded."

"This second contest is crucial, the Hundred Beasts Sect wouldn’t possibly send a third-rate challenger."

"Gongsun Zheng’s talent is indeed not bad, but he’s too arrogant and underestimates his opponent as soon as he arrives. He is bound to lose."

After saying this, Miao Si also specifically glanced at Ning Fan.

If Gongsun Zheng had been guided by Ning Fan, perhaps the situation wouldn’t have been this dire.

But now it was all too late.

Indeed, at that moment, a terrifying force erupted on the auction stage.

Even the protective barrier around the entire auction stage cracked.

Far away, Xi Hu’s expression subtly changed; even he guessed that this person was not a disciple of the Hundred Beasts Sect.

This time, the individual even used a Spiritual Technique.

This person was likely from one of the Five Great Sects.

The Hundred Beasts Sect, cheated.

But given the special circumstances of the auction, and inability to prove this point, he chose to turn a blind eye.

The Five Great Sects will not become enemies.

The sound of spitting blood occurred.

A mouthful of fresh blood was spat out; Gongsun Zheng’s face was drained of color, his robe ripped and tattered by the Spiritual Technique.

A high-grade Spiritual Technique!

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and propping himself up with the longsword, Gongsun Zheng struggled to stand, looking at the calm figure before him, and gritted his teeth in unwillingness, "You are not from the Hundred Beasts Sect!"

"How can you prove that I’m not?"

The man let out a light chuckle, his gaze falling on a smear of blood on his sword.

"Trash is trash, why bother finding so many excuses here."

"Get lost, killing you would dirty my sword."

Gongsun Zheng clenched his teeth in frustration, emitting an angry roar, bloodshot eyes glaring as he drew his sword and immediately charged at the man.