Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 447 - 362~363: Wuya Zi Regrets, Heavenly Person Competition! (Extra 35 for monthly ticket)_2

Chapter 447: 362~363: Wuya Zi Regrets, Heavenly Person Competition! (Extra 35 for monthly ticket)_2

Zhongyuan Miao Renfeng couldn’t help but look towards Jiang Dali.

But he saw that Jiang Dali remained calm as if he had expected this all along, and sneered, "The village chief here is not unreasonable. On the contrary, I often persuade people with reason.

Since Elder Wuya Zi has said so, I will give you a chance to be thoroughly disheartened, just afraid that after you see that monk, you will be even more disappointed. Then you will have no choice but to pick the one I chose."

"Being able to emerge from a sure-death situation and subsequently challenge such a game, a Shaolin disciple may not be a well-known figure in the Martial World, but they should not disappoint this old man too much.

If they really are that poor, of course, I will choose the better one."

Wuya Zi shook his head in rebuttal, feeling utterly helpless inside.

For him to pass on all his martial skills to an Alien Mountain Bandit, and then have this bandit take over the Carefree Sect, seemed utterly ridiculous.

If his master Xiao Yaozi were still alive, wouldn’t he literally die of rage?

Moreover, as someone with experience in the Martial World, it was clear to Wuya Zi what Jiang Dali intended. Should the Carefree Sect land in the hands of these Alien Mountain Bandits, it would likely just fall into the hands of this Black Wind Village Chief, Jiang Dali.

What the future of the Carefree Sect would be then, who could say for sure?

The legacy created by Xiao Yaozi, Wuya Zi would not allow it to be destroyed in his hands under any circumstances.

But he had already secretly overheard the commotion outside and knew full well the domineering intensity of Jiang Dali.

Now that Zhongyuan Miao Renfeng had broken the Jinglong Chess game, if he didn’t offer some benefits, Jiang Dali was likely to turn hostile on the spot.

Wuya Zi knew very well that with his now crippled body, even by relying on the Heavenly Human Realm’s power to suppress the opponent, victory was not guaranteed.

Should any accident occur during the conflict, the Carefree Sect’s succession could be cut off there and then.

The only plan for now was to stabilize this Black Wind Village Chief, Jiang Dali...

As Wuya Zi made up his mind, he already felt a sense of urgency.

Just then, with a loud bang, another cabin’s wall was broken in, and a dumb-looking filthy monk tumbled in, crashing to the ground in extreme embarrassment.

At the same time, the voice of Su Xinghe came from outside, "Master, this little monk doesn’t listen very well, so I caught him and threw him in."

"Good, very good!"

Wuya Zi instantly breathed a sigh of relief and joyfully flicked his sleeve.

In a swift motion, his sleeve lifted, draping over the right shoulder of Xuzhu lying on the ground.

Xuzhu felt as if he was suddenly flying through the clouds, his body lifted as if the sleeve were an arm pulling him up.

Letting out a surprised "Ah," he quickly stood up.

Before Jiang Dali’s jeering gaze, Wuya Zi looked over joyfully, only to become instantly dumbfounded as if his brain had been chopped seventeen or eighteen times in a moment, buzzing with the first thought, "Is this a person or a ghost?!"

How could there be such an ugly person in this world?

Xuzhu was also staring with wide eyes, looking dumbly up at Wuya Zi. His appearance was naturally rather ugly—although his eyes were large, his nostrils turned up, his ears were wind-catching, his lips thick, his skin dark, and now with his face scraped and bruised from smashing through the wall, he looked even worse.

Wuya Zi, a scumbag who didn’t know how many times he had toyed with Li Qingluo, her mother Li Qiushui, and who also had a period of infatuation with Duan Yu’s Fairy Sister, Li Canghai.

A complete, top-tier member of the outer appearance association, and given the Carefree Sect only recruited handsome disciples, even Ding Chunqiu would resemble an immortal of transcendent bearing when put forward, Wuya Zi had always seen handsome men and beautiful women. When had he ever seen someone as ugly as Xuzhu?

In an instant, Wuya Zi nearly shed tears, feeling his painstaking efforts in setting up the Jinglong Chess game had resulted in fishing out such a crooked fruit—a tragically wasted effort.

He now fully understood the meaning behind Jiang Dali’s previous words; this was more than just disappointment, it was extreme disappointment.

Comparatively, Zhongyuan Miao Renfeng, a physically attractive and well-dressed man, was simply the ideal candidate.

But for him to willingly choose a mountain bandit to inherit the mantle, that too was extremely hard to do.

"How about it? Elder Wuya Zi, do you now feel that the fine seedling I’ve given you is indeed a dragon among men, suited to inherit your mantle?"

Jiang Dali’s mouth curved in a faint smile, his eyes flashing with an intimidating cold light, as he fixed his stare on Wuya Zi with an unmistakably clear message.

Your expression, Wuya Zi, has already shown that you are extremely disappointed. Dare to utter even one word of ’no’, and I, the village chief, definitely will not be polite!

Wuya Zi took a long breath, and his expression returned to calm as he looked at Jiang Dali, "This ugly little monk might not be pleasant to look at, but the achievements of a person should never be measured by their appearance.

Since he and your subordinate, the Abnormal Person, have together broken through the Jinglong Chess, naturally, I can’t favor one over the other. I can pass on my mantle to both of them, how about that?"

Xuzhu was shocked upon hearing this. Even if he was naïve, he now clearly understood what was about to happen and hurriedly waved his hands, "No, no, I am a Shaolin disciple, I can’t..."

Bang!—

Before he could finish his sentence, he was knocked unconscious by the sleeve of Wuya Zi.

"This old fool is too protective. Am I, Zhongyuan Miao Renfeng, really so inferior? So unworthy of your regard?"

Zhongyuan Miao Renfeng’s eyes flashed with anger.

"Pass on your mantle to both?"

Jiang Dali’s eyes were cold as he stared at Wuya Zi. His palms squeezed tightly together, producing a cracking sound from his knuckles, "Then to whom does the Carefree Sect belong?"

Wuya Zi answered indifferently, "This is a matter for my sect, and it doesn’t concern you, Master Jiang. Even if the Abnormal Person ultimately takes charge of my sect, he will keep a clear boundary with your Black Wind Village."

Jiang Dali’s eyes flashed with divine light, and he laughed, "What a clear boundary you draw. It seems, senior, that you are indeed forcing me to convince with reason."

Wuya Zi spoke calmly, "I have not fought anyone for many years, and today I do indeed wish to experience the skills of such a Martial World prodigy as yourself, Master Jiang.

Why don’t we limit ourselves to thirty moves—just to exchange pointers, and stop at the slightest touch.

If I am fortunate enough to win even half a move, then, Master Jiang, you shall not interfere in the matters of my Carefree Sect.

If you win, everything will follow your wishes. How about that?"

Jiang Dali crossed his palms, his Inner Strength surging, and his bones popped loudly all over his body. An aura of wild cruelty filled the room as he sneered, "Very well, I have been eager to see for myself just what level of strength one in the Heavenly Human Realm possesses. Miao Renfeng, get out!"

"Oh, oh, right away, Village Chief!"

Zhongyuan Miao Renfeng immediately understood Jiang Dali’s intention and quickly agreed, darting out. Staying in the room while these two titans fought would be tantamount to willingly sticking his head into a flushing toilet and seeking death.

Wuya Zi flicked his robe, flinging Xuzhu out as well.

The next moment!

He spread his sleeve, and it suddenly lashed out like an electrified whip, tearing through the air, and struck toward Jiang Dali. The air was filled with sharp Qi Force, as cutting as a blade storm, capable of slicing and shattering everything.

"Hmph!"

Jiang Dali stepped forward.

Bang!!—

The floor of the entire house seemed to tremble and collapse beneath his foot.

According to feng shui, this step was known as the stabilizer; as he stepped down, all the feng shui and Qi Fortune within the house were subdued under his foot, with all momentums converging into one body.

In that instant, Jiang Dali’s stature seemed to grow infinitely large, transforming into a giant that stood between heaven and earth, propping up the house.

This was a step that he had created, combined from the Wave-skimming Light Step and the Six Way Leg Technique.

Whoosh—!

Jiang Dali’s right palm shot out swiftly, descending like Taishan Pressing down, with a sudden rise in wind, stirring up the airflow. The sand and dust inside the room danced as though they were sails filled with wind!

The speed of this palm and the strength behind it were shockingly ferocious!

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