Spine
“Puhahaha!” Talisman Sect’s members burst into hysterical laughter.
“You coward! Don’t call yourself one of us!”
Formation Sect verbally lashed out, especially since Ji Wenkai was as much of scumbag as Luo Feilong, except the latter won his match.
What’s going on? This isn’t what we planned. Why do they want Ji Wenkai dead more than we do? Zhou Jinglin mulled.
Ji Wenkai didn’t expect Talisman Sect’s disciples to turn on him when he chose to surrender. How were Ma Chengye and Ji Wenkai supposed to know that people had a concept of honour when they lacked the concept from their dictionaries in the first place?
Formation Sect has turned its back on me. Ma Chengye wants to kill me. Talisman Sect has also abandoned me… realised Ji Wenkai. He jumped to his feet and charged toward Ma Chengye. “I’m taking you down with me if it’s the last thing I do!”
Since Zhou Jinglin kept a pulse on Ji Wenkai’s movements ever since Mu Chenghong’s insurgence, Zhou Jinglin was able to activate Deity Destruction Talisman straight away. Ji Wenkai tuned red and dropped fast unlike Mu Chenghong. Ma Chengye expected Ji Wenkai to make one last ditch effort and was ready to counter. Before Ji Wenkai hit the ground, Ma Chengye slammed a palm strike into Ji Wenkai. By the time Ji Wenkai landed outside the ring, he was already dead.
“Good riddance!” Formation Sect cheered.
Chang Tiancheng inwardly complained, This is not the effect I was looking for!
What the hell? They’re killing us without any remorse after everything we’ve done. Formation Sect won’t hesitate to kill us, either, if they find out I’m a spy. I can’t even defect or run as long as I have Deity Destruction Talisman in me! Luo Feilong realised, unable to suppress his trembling limbs.
Formation Sect’s celebration died down fast for they were looking forward to the next bout.
Ling Zhen glided into the ring as soon as Ma Chengye exited, demonstrating he was itching to go.
“As we have won four matches each, let’s proceed with the final match,” demanded Ling Zheng, casting his challenge toward Mu Yu.
Formation Sect’s disciples couldn’t imagine Mu Yu winning at his cultivation level. Maybe in another few years, but not today. Even Greater Heaven Caster Lu persuaded again, “Feng Mu, forfeit.”
“I will be fine,” Mu Yu assured with a smile.
“I can’t shake off this apprehensive feeling; I have a feeling something bad is going to happen. You saw with your own eyes that Talisman Sect are out for blood. We can lose the tournament, but we can’t lose you.”
“I will be all right.”
“If you’re cornered, cancel your technique, and we will immediately retrieve you,” instructed Zhuge Xiaosheng, knowing that there was no stopping Mu Yu.
“Thank you, Patriarch.”
Finally face to face, Ling Zheng contemptuously remarked, “You’re Feng Mu. Is Formation Sect out of talent to be sending a Golden Core Realm cultivator?”
They think I’m a Golden Core Realm cultivator? What in the world did Mo Ziming tell them? Mu wondered. He ribbed, “We want to give you a needed handicap.”
“Arrogance is blind to the stumbling block.”
“It’s not arrogance; it’s called having a spine. You think we’re all Ji Wenkais? You think we aren’t aware he and his cohorts are spies? From where I stand, you’re all the same.”
Talisman Sect wasn’t the only one out for blood in this match…
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