Nine Dragons Saint Ancestor
Chapter 155: One hundred and fifty-five, eject!

Chapter 155: One hundred and fifty-five, eject!

"This fatty, his speed is actually so fast?"

Seeing his own ferocious strike easily dodged by Ling Wan, Zhao Xin’s face darkened slightly, and although the mutter from his mouth was praise, it already contained a hint of anger.

This was the arena finale of the Outer Sect’s grand competition, watched not only by many talented individuals of the Outer Sect but also by the three Great Elders in person. Zhao Xin certainly did not want his performance to be too poor.

Even if he couldn’t secure one of those two fixed spots to join the Inner Sect, Zhao Xin had a considerable aspiration to impress the two Great Elders and thus advance into the Inner Sect.

So Zhao Xin had already made up his mind - in this first round, he was determined to crush his opponent, preferably making the opponent concede in one move to showcase his extraordinary strength.

Yet what Zhao Xin considered a fierce move was easily avoided by Ling Wan, making it quite hard for him to save face, especially since his Meridian Qi Cultivation was a whole minor realm higher than his opponent’s.

It must be said that Zhao Xin, indeed worthy of being ranked tenth on the Mortal List, reacted very quickly. When his first strike missed, he immediately swung his arm in an arc, and had this avoidance been met with a solid hit, Ling Wan would not have been able to escape unscathed.

Who would have known that although Zhao Xin was fast, Ling Wan seemed to have anticipated this change in tactics, ducking his head and once again dodging the powerful strike.

"Little brat, can you only run?"

Having missed twice, Zhao Xin’s face grew even more somber, a reprimand escaping his mouth, causing many spectators to sneer in contempt. Clearly, the fatty had lower Meridian Qi, did Zhao Xin really expect him to engage in direct combat?

Just when everyone thought Ling Wan would not confront Zhao Xin head-on, planning to rely on agile evasions to drag out time, as soon as Zhao Xin finished speaking, the little fatty actually stood still.

"Senior Brother Zhao Xin, how about we fight in a different way?"

The sudden words that came from Ling Wan’s mouth caught Zhao Xin off-guard, stopping his next strike completely. He didn’t understand why Ling Wan would say such a thing, now genuinely intrigued and curious.

"Senior Brother Zhao Xin, this hopping around and fighting is really boring. I have an idea. How about I stand here and take a punch from you, then you let me punch you, and whoever falls first loses, what do you say?"

Ling Wan spoke confidently, but those hearing this proposal were stupefied, wondering if the little fatty had lost his mind to make such a disadvantageous request for himself?

After the previous exchange, some observant individuals sensed that Ling Wan was at the Late Stage of the Meridian Gathering Realm. Although such cultivation was considered outstanding among the newly promoted Outer Disciples, it was significantly inferior compared to Zhao Xin, who ranked tenth on the Mortal List.

Initially, Ling Wan’s agility in avoiding Zhao Xin’s two strikes had already impressed the crowd, but now, the little fatty was abandoning his strength in favor of challenging Zhao Xin with his weakness; had he taken leave of his senses?

Many were frustrated, some even believing Ling Wan could not withstand Zhao Xin’s provocation and had rashly agreed, truly a way to lose even faster.

Perhaps only Yun Xiao among the crowd knew why Ling Wan would make such a request, so a trace of mischief flickered through his eyes at that moment.

"Little fatty, are you sure you want to decide the winner this way?"

The unexpected turn of events made Zhao Xin pause, but then he seemed afraid that Ling Wan might change his mind, wanting to set the terms in stone because it would undoubtedly save him a lot of effort.

"A spit and a shake, how can one go back on their word? And..."

Ling Wan’s eyes also flashed with a glint of shrewdness, confirming his earlier words before pausing and staring at Zhao Xin, saying: "Since this method was proposed by me, why doesn’t Senior Brother Zhao Xin make the first move?"

"Fine, let’s do it this way!"

By this point, Zhao Xin no longer cared about his dignity of being in the top ten of the Mortal List. He wasn’t a fool; if the little fatty suggested this type of contest, there were probably some tricks involved.

In Zhao Xin’s view, if he was to strike first, he would surely be able to incapacitate Ling Wan in one blow. Thus, the little fatty would naturally lack the strength to counterattack, and the fight would reach a perfect conclusion.

"Little fatty, stand firm. We’ve agreed, no dodging!"

Zhao Xin emphasized the method Ling Wan had just mentioned, but what he failed to notice was the flicker of mockery in Ling Wan’s eyes as he spoke.

Huff...

Under the gaze of everyone’s watchful eyes, Zhao Xin’s punch, brimming with powerful Meridian Qi, had been ferociously hurled towards Ling Wan’s chest. Witnessing the might of this punch, quite a few honest folks couldn’t help but shake their heads, sighing inwardly.

Originally, Ling Wan could have used his movement technique to delay for a while, and at worst, conceded defeat when overpowered. However, he insisted on doing this act of self-ignorance; no one believed that after Zhao Xin’s punch, Ling Wan could still stand in the Arena Hall.

Isn’t this just like lifting a rock to drop on one’s own feet? What was that little fatty thinking? It seems he will only learn his lesson after suffering a big loss this time, to realize fighting with Meridian Qi Cultivation isn’t played out like this, right?

As everyone harbored their different thoughts, over in a corner under the Arena Hall, Yun Xiao’s face revealed a hint of anticipation. He really wanted to see just how strong the Mixed Element Qi power of Ling Wan, who had reached the Meridian Gathering Realm Late Stage, would be.

On the other hand, in another direction, a flash of lightning seemed to strike through Zhao Ningshu’s mind, recalling fragments of the past when he had first entered the Outer Sect and encountered Ling Wan on the second floor of the Jade Pot Cave.

Back then, the Zhao brothers had joined forces against Ling Wan, only to have him, transformed into a huge rubber ball, rebound the force and directly kill Zhao Xingwu.

"Oh no, this isn’t good!"

With this realization, Zhao Ningshu suddenly became aware of something. However, his cry of alarm deep within went unheard by Zhao Xin on the Arena Hall, and even if it had been heard, it was too late at this moment.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, just as Ling Wan was about to be severely injured or even blasted off the stage by Zhao Xin’s punch, who knew that the slightly plump Ling Wan’s body would suddenly swell without wind, instantly turning into a round, rolling ball.

Ever since Yun Xiao had unblocked the governor and conception vessels for Ling Wan, he had been able to preliminarily control the Mixed Element Qi within his body. Although he still couldn’t deploy Mixed Element Qi in his normal form, he could just about control the size changes of his body.

For instance, at this moment, the seemingly foolish request Ling Wan proposed was not as stupid as everyone imagined, but rather carried a certain degree of certainty.

In Ling Wan’s view, too much fighting would only result in him defeating Zhao Xin with the Mixed Element One Qi Body anyway. Why not take advantage of this guy’s ignorance of his own capabilities and make it a quick battle?

Bang!

A loud sound echoed as Zhao Xin’s punch, strengthened by the Meridian Gathering Realm Peak Meridian Qi, harshly slammed into Ling Wan’s rubber ball body, and immediately, the spectators witnessed an unbelievable scene.

Zhao Xin’s punch was exceedingly precise, but at this point, the crowd was somewhat unclear whether the spot he hit was indeed Ling Wan’s chest. All they knew was that the moment Zhao Xin struck Ling Wan, he was instantly rebounded with an incredibly strong force and sent flying backward.

Huff...

A figure, as if gliding through the air, traversed through a dozen feet of space above the Arena Hall before crashing down with a loud bang onto the ground far outside the arena.

Indeed, Mixed Element Qi, a special constitution rarely seen even within the Nine-layered Dragon Cloud, proved itself. Caught off guard, Zhao Xin had no idea that the rebounding force would be so tremendous, and thus, he was immediately met with misfortune.

Lying on the ground, Zhao Xin felt as though every bone in his body had been broken, unable to get up for a long while, with qi and blood rising tumultuously inside him and his Meridian Qi in complete disarray, stripping him of his earlier gallant spirit.

Barely lifting his head, Zhao Xin looked distantly at the Arena Hall, where the little fatty had reverted to his original form. For some reason, a sudden fear sprouted deep within him.

Having earned his place as number ten on the Outer Sect Mortal List, Zhao Xin was no fool. He was intimately familiar with the strength of his own punch, and yet such a punch had not only failed to harm the little fatty but had instead resulted in him being severely injured by the rebound force.

It was at this point that Zhao Xin realized he had been tricked by the little fatty, who hadn’t lost his mind or become delusional but had carefully premeditated a plan.

Zhao Xin knew that whether it was him or Ling Wan who launched the initial attack, the outcome was destined towards severe injury. The rebound force was terrifyingly powerful.

Not only Zhao Xin was taken aback, but following his heavy fall, the entire Arena Hall seemed to momentarily sink into silence. When the outcome of an event severely contradicted their expectations, they inevitably needed time to digest it.

When Zhao Xin launched the attack earlier, aside from Yun Xiao and Zhao Ningshu, almost everyone believed that Ling Wan would be defeated or even seriously injured in the next moment.

But unexpectedly, the outcome was diametrically opposed to the crowd’s expectations. With just one move, Zhao Xin, the tenth talent on the Mortal List, was sent flying off the stage and plummeted to the ground with severe injuries.

Even the three Great Elders in the northern seats had a strange light flickering in their old eyes at this moment. Of course, these gazes were not directed at the fallen Zhao Xin but were all focused on the little fatty Ling Wan on the Arena Hall.

It seems that, besides Yun Xiao, another noteworthy and valuable young talent has emerged!