Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 292: Chapter 235 Let’s go up together, I’m in a hurry

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If I can teach this arrogant brat a lesson, my achievements will surely catch the Ancestor’s eye.

If I seize this opportunity to be favored by the Ancestor, then… wouldn’t that be a meteoric rise.

“I’ll go first!”

Zhao Yanyongg, who placed third in the great competition, shouted loudly and strode ahead of everyone else.

“Why should it be you first, I’m the runner-up of the competition, it should be me who goes first.”

“Don’t bully the younger ones for being small, I’m from the Qing generation, let me do it!”

Suddenly, everyone argued about who should make the first move, causing a commotion.

The eight finalists of the competition were at least at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer, which meant they were among the strongest eight of the Zhao Family’s Qi Refining Clan Members.

Zhao Qingyang was young, and though his Body Refinement was impressive, his cultivation probably wasn’t that high. To have cultivated to the Qi Refining Middle Stage was already a sign of a cultivation prodigy, and it was impossible for him to be at the Qi Refining Late Stage.@@novelbin@@

In short, this person couldn’t possibly be their opponent.

“Stop, I am the champion of the competition and also from the Qing generation. Who of you dares to contend with me? Defeat me first then speak.”

It had to be said that Zhao Qingming’s threat was indeed effective. As soon as he spoke, his words settled the dispute.

Although a few people were dissatisfied, they did not dare to challenge his sharpness because of his prominence.

Put another way, even if they could contend, they could not beat him; having the biggest fist was the truth.

Zhao Qingming took a few steps to face Zhao Sheng, his demeanor arrogant, and said coldly, “You make your move!”

“You… you can’t!” Zhao Sheng shook his head in distress.

“Hmph, why can’t I? Are you scared?” Zhao Qingming’s face turned blue as he asked this question.

Zhao Sheng suddenly smiled, rubbed his chin, and sighed, “Ah, don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying you can’t do it, but that none of you can! Let’s all fight at once, I’m in a hurry.”

These words immediately drew ridicule, and everyone became extremely indignant and angry.

“Audacious!”

“Such big talk without shame!”

“Haha, let me be the one to teach you a lesson first.”

“Brave lad, to look down upon your grandfather!” Zhao Deqian, the plump elder, laughed furiously.

Huh, he wasn’t wrong; according to seniority, anyone from the De generation was indeed Zhao Sheng’s grandfather.

Right, De Gang?

The middle-aged, plump man with a swinish look secretly rejoiced.

Observing the situation, he felt something was amiss and cleverly took two steps back, adopting the stance of a bystander.

Conveniently, the handsome young man had thought the same thing.

Thus, the two outsiders immediately retreated to the back of the crowd and came together.

On the other side,

Zhao Sheng completely ignored the others’ arrogant airs, which ignited a fire in Zhao Qingming’s heart.

Seeing the crowd fervently agitated, he took a deep breath, and abruptly spread his hands outward, causing Spiritual Power to surge forth.

Bang bang bang!

With a flash of light, a row of thick, eight-foot-long, crystal-clear, and tough Ice Spears, appeared out of thin air.

Bang bang bang! The Ice Spears forcefully planted themselves in front of everyone’s feet, forming a straight line and effectively blocking the others.

“Hmph, Zhao Qingyang, the Ancestor was right; you really are too arrogant. Young man, don’t be so hot-blooded!”

“If one is not hot-blooded, how can one be called a young person?” Zhao Sheng retorted without hesitation.

After speaking, he suddenly paused, murmuring to himself, “Eh, this sounds very familiar! Have I said this somewhere in my previous lives?”

“Hmph, although you’re so arrogantly confident, I never bully the weak. Fine, I’ll let you use just one hand.”

“No need; someone like you, I can fight ten with just one hand.”

Zhao Sheng’s words were like oil on a fire.

Zhao Qingming finally couldn’t hold back and roared, “Hey, boy, you’re asking for a beating!”

As soon as his words fell, Zhao Qingming’s lips moved, silently chanting a Magic Spell, his hands dancing so quickly they created a series of afterimages, almost like the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara.

“Ten Thousand Arrows Piercing the Heart!”

With a sharp cry from Zhao Qingming, the Upper Sky of the Dao Field suddenly filled with hundreds of transparent Water Arrows, each around two feet in length and as thick as an arm, with a gleaming point and a sharp, unmistakable air.

“Kill!”

Before his voice faded, the skyful of Water Arrows plummeted down in a ferocious assault, directly covering Zhao Sheng and a one zhang radius around him.

Watching the arrow rain shooting towards him, Zhao Sheng’s face was calm. He then let out a low sigh, “Ah, too slow…ah!”

Before the echo dissipated, Zhao Sheng’s form suddenly distorted and blurred.

In the blink of an eye, his figure had completely vanished from the spot.

“Where is he?”

At the same time, Zhao Qingming’s pupils suddenly shrank to their limits, as an immense sense of danger instantaneously emanated from behind him.

Crackling sounds followed as the Water Arrows struck the iron-hard ground, shattering on impact and leaving only speckled craters.

Meanwhile, a languid voice arose from behind Zhao Qingming, “Are you practicing the ‘Mystic Primordial Heavy Water Technique’?”

“Not good!”

Hearing these words, Zhao Qingming’s hair stood on end. Instinctively, he deployed his protective magic armor and darted away a great distance in an instant.

Zhao Sheng stood with his arms crossed in the initial spot, his face exuding nonchalance, showing no intention to attack.

“You… you…”

Three zhang away, Zhao Qingming’s heart was struck with terror, his mouth trembling, unable to articulate a single word.

It was a known fact: when a master makes a move, one knows if there is a match or not!

The recently unfolding scene caused everyone to feel a chill.

“This kid’s speed… it’s too fast!”

With this thought, the other seven strong contenders simultaneously felt an overwhelming sense of difficulty.

In the world of martial arts, nothing is unbreakable except speed!

This maxim holds true and applies to any world.

The reason Zhao Qingming managed to claim the top spot in the competition wasn’t just due to his extraordinary strength, but also because he had a nearly instantaneous spellcasting technique.

“The ‘Mystic Primordial Heavy Water Technique’ isn’t bad, you just rush for quick success too much. Continue like this, and in this life, a Golden Core is hopeless.” Zhao Sheng inspected Zhao Qingming for a few moments, commenting with a hint of regret.

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