Chapter 95

The next day, Yunhuang fought Ye Wucheng.

The two prodigies engaged in an intense battle on the battlefield, which left the audience沸腾 with excitement.

"This is what a battle should be like. Yesterday's match was just a pile of dogshit!"

"Who won yesterday's match?"

"Jiang Pingan, that bastard. I heard they fought until midnight."

"Damn! I'm glad I left early."

As the audience watched the battle, they cursed Jiang Pingan and Wang Lan, dissatisfied with yesterday's fight.

In the VIP box, Jin Lin said to Xia Qing, "Your Highness, when I fight Brother Jiang, please allow me to concede. I don't want to be disgusted."

He would rather lose the fight than be dragged on for a whole day.

This could drive a person to the brink of madness.

Xia Qing turned and glared at Jiang Pingan, "Your speed is fast. You could have ended it earlier, why did you drag it out?"

This young man had learned the Lightning Flash technique but didn't use it yesterday.

"I have some shortcomings in my combat skills and need to hone them. I don't want to have any weaknesses," Jiang Pingan replied.

Xia Qing's gaze softened. This young man was like a piece of unpolished jade, striving to improve himself, unaffected by others' insults or praise.

Jiang Pingan asked the group, "Everyone, what other shortcomings do I have in my cultivation?"

It's hard to see one's own flaws, and he needed others to point them out.

"There are none. Wood is perfect."

Meng Jing's eyes sparkled with stars, and she tightly hugged Jiang Pingan's arm, wishing she could hang on him.

Fang Xing suddenly spoke, "Your mental power is still lacking. When you faced the first trial, you barely passed."

Hearing this, Jiang Pingan was suddenly enlightened.

"You're right, my mental defense is still lacking! If I fight someone like you, a soul cultivator, what if you attack my mind?"

Jiang Pingan turned and walked out.

"Where are you going?" Xia Qing asked.

"I'm going to the guild to buy some artifacts for defending against mental attacks."

Jiang Pingan quickly left.

His strength, speed, defense, energy storage... all aspects were well-developed.

He had only forgotten about his mental defense.

Soul cultivators can attack one's mind!

It's said that some powerful cultivators, when their physical bodies are destroyed, will seek to possess others.

His mental power was not strong, and he needed to buy some artifacts to defend against mental attacks.

Additionally, he would buy some high-level talismans and elixirs.

He wasn't short of money; his gold card had five billion spirit stones. He couldn't be frugal and needed to fully equip himself.

Unlike Ma Wei and Zhou Feng, who had the support of the Ethereal Sect and major forces, he was alone.

Although Xia Qing said she would protect him, for safety, he still needed to take precautions.

Regarding safety, Jiang Pingan was not frugal and spent all five billion spirit stones.

He bought a large pile of talismans, elixirs, and artifacts.

If safety measures were not in place, keeping money would only benefit others.

With these treasures, as long as it wasn't a Nascent Soul expert, he was almost impossible to kill.

These things were his trump cards.

With these items, Jiang Pingan finally felt a sense of security in this perilous world of cultivation.

He took a pill and returned to watch the matches.

When Jiang Pingan returned to the VIP box, he found everyone's expressions serious.

Yunhuang was sitting in the box, healing her wounds. Her arm had been pierced, and she looked very frightening.

Meng Jing hugged Jiang Pingan's arm and said dejectedly, "Sister Yunhuang lost. That Ye Wucheng was clearly aiming to kill, it's too despicable."

Jiang Pingan was shocked. The powerful Yunhuang actually lost?

"There's nothing despicable about it, she was outmatched."

Yunhuang looked solemn, "If you encounter Ye Wucheng, be very careful. His sword technique has no hesitation or impurity, it's all killing moves."

The prodigies were secretly on guard. Even Yunhuang had lost, and defeating him seemed almost impossible.

Although Yunhuang lost a match, she wasn't sad.

Losing one match was nothing; it only affected her ranking, and she wouldn't be eliminated.

The final ranking matches continued.

The participants were all striving to win as many matches as possible.

The higher the ranking, the more rewards they would receive.

The clash of prodigies, the intense battles, left the audience沸腾 with excitement, pushing the intensity of the talent competition to its peak.

The performances of several prodigies were deeply etched in the audience's hearts.

Yunhuang, with her Divine Phoenix Body, released scorching flames that seemed to burn everything, and no one dared to be covered by the flames.

Jin Lin, the martial arts genius, had terrifying defensive and destructive power that made his opponents' scalps tingle.

Fang Xing, the soul cultivator, could turn the world upside down with a single thought, using his terrifying and bizarre mental power to leave his opponents helpless.

Meng Jing, with her Lightning Spirit Body, could summon lightning, her speed like a flash, and her physique was exceptionally strong, having cultivated some secret techniques.

Their performances were incredibly dazzling, showcasing extraordinary strength in each battle.

However, when they faced Ye Wucheng, they fell one after another.

On the fifth day, Fang Xing was defeated by Ye Wucheng in close combat.

On the eighth day, Jin Lin was defeated by Ye Wucheng due to a speed disadvantage.

On the twelfth day, Meng Jing was defeated due to a lack of combat experience...

Ye Wucheng's sword technique was honed to perfection, with speed, strength, and technique all reaching an impeccable level.

Each of his attacks aimed to take a life, as if he didn't care about killing or being disqualified.

All the audience were stunned by Ye Wucheng's terrifying strength.

"I bet Ye Wucheng will definitely win the championship this time!"

"His ruthless path is so terrifying, I want to learn it too."

"Learn what? This guy doesn't recognize his own family. He would even kill his own parents. Can you do that?"

Ye Wucheng became one of the most popular candidates for the championship.

The second most popular candidate for the championship was not Yunhuang with her Divine Phoenix Body, nor Fang Xing the soul cultivator, nor Jin Lin the martial arts genius.

It was Jiang Pingan.

The reason was that when Yunhuang, Jin Lin, and others faced Jiang Pingan, they directly conceded.

They didn't want to be disgusted by Jiang Pingan's techniques, which dragged them to death, so they conceded directly.

After all, they were all on the same side, and losing was no big deal.

However, to other spectators, this seemed like the Ninth Princess giving Jiang Pingan a backdoor advantage, trying to support him.

Regardless, Jiang Pingan had not lost a single match.

Other prodigies tried to fight Jiang Pingan, but no matter how they attacked, they couldn't defeat him.

Unless they used forbidden techniques, they couldn't break through Jiang Pingan's defense.

The Infinite Fist not only held them back but also used their own attacks against them.

To avoid being disgusted, these prodigies directly conceded.

Jiang Pingan just wanted to hone his combat skills.

On the seventeenth day, the talent competition reached its climax, and the final match was about to begin.

Jiang Pingan versus Ye Wucheng.

It was unknown whether it was a deliberate arrangement by the governor, but the result of this match would determine who would win the championship, making it very exciting.

Both had not lost a single match.

One had swept through, while the other had dragged his opponents to death.

The final match, the audience seats were packed, and the audience cheered enthusiastically.

"Beat Jiang Pingan to death!"

"Ye Wucheng! Kill him with one strike!"

"I've been annoyed by Jiang Pingan for a long time. This favoritism doesn't belong here! Beat him to death!"

The audience was agitated, venting their dissatisfaction.

The main reason for their anger was that Jiang Pingan had made them lose money.

Some people simply didn't like Jiang Pingan, thinking he didn't belong there.

Hua Qingyu stepped through the air, her clothes fluttering, and came to the VIP box where Xia Qing was, smiling.

"Can Jiang Pingan win? If he wins, our guild can earn hundreds of billions."

Few people had bet on Jiang Pingan, and most had bet on Ye Wucheng.

With millions of people betting, even a small bet would amount to billions, let alone those who bet millions or tens of millions.

Even a hundred Nascent Soul experts working hard for a year couldn't earn that much.

For the guild, it was just a small competition.

So many strong people would create families or join major forces to earn money more easily.

Xia Qing rolled her eyes at Hua Qingyu, "If you give me half, I'll make my brother win."

"Of course, if we lose money, will you make up for it? If you do, I agree to give you half," Hua Qingyu smiled.

Xia Qing didn't say anything.

Yunhuang lost, Fang Xing lost, and all the prodigies lost to Ye Wucheng.

Even among the entire Great Xia, his talent was top-notch.

Let alone in the Netherworld Province.

In comparison, Jiang Pingan's growth time was too short. If he had mastered the "Battle God Technique," he might have a chance.

But it had only been half a month, and it was impossible to learn it.

The second level of the Infinite Fist was not enough to match Ye Wucheng.