891 Death Group
"Bro Ritian! Seeing you coming here to fight with your opponent, does that mean you are assigned to fight in this Arena Three?" asked Wu Jiechao in a cautious manner.
"What? You and I are given the number, three? Don't worry! I promise you that I will never beat you to death!" said Zhao Ritian in a mocking manner.
"No…No… No… Bro Ritian. You have misunderstood me! I'm too weak to join in this competition! Bro Bei is the one that is assigned to Area Three!" said Wu Jiechao while shaking his head.
"Motherf*cker! What do you mean by that?! You just called me Bro Ritian! Now you are calling that son of a bitch your Bro Bei?! Are you trying to call me a bitch?!" shouted Zhao Ritian in fury.
"This… Bro Ritian! Listen to me! Bro Bei is really powerful! Both of you are my bros!" said Wu Jiechao, frustrated.
"Him? Look at him! He's still a freaking teenager! There's no way that he is more powerful than me! I can defeat with only half my skill once he steps onto the fighting arena!"
"Bro Ritian! Calm down! You must calm down! It's best not to talk about killing someone here. When it comes to the martial arts competition, there are certain lines one should never cross!"
"Hmph! Don't you worry! I'm a man of reason! I will not kill him as long as he kneels down in front of me and yields!"
"About this…"
Wu Jiechao gulped and he did not dare to say another word anymore.
"Okay. I will remember your advice!" said Chen Xiaobei with a smile.
"Not bad! Better be smart! I want you to know that you will not end well if you insist to go against me!"
"Don't act so cocky first! I think you misunderstood me! I mean I will remember to give you a chance to kneel down in front of me and beg for your life! I don't want to cripple you the moment you step into the fighting arena!"
"What?! You son of a bitch! How dare you say that you are going to beat me up later?! Do you believe that I will cripple you right here right now?!"
"Shut the f*ck up already! Save your strength to fight on the stage later! To those who disrupt the peace of the martial art competition, I will personally destroy their cultivation and kick them out of Mount Xuanjian!"
Suddenly, a young man strode toward them. Judging from his attire, one could see that he was from Xuanjian Faction.
"Damn! Shixiong Zheng! Why are you here?! Are you assigned to Arena Three as well? If that's the case, I think you will be crowned as the winner before the fighting begins!"
Seconds ago, Zhao Ritian was acting like a total arrogant bastard. The moment he saw Shixiong Zheng, he turned into a boot-licking asshole. With that being said, one could expect that Shixiong Zheng was way more powerful than Zhao Ritian.
"Greeting Shixiong Zheng!" said Wu Jiechao in a polite manner.
"I'm going to tell you guys honestly that Area Three is almost known as the Death Group! Other than me, there are a lot of powerful elites being assigned to this group too!" said Shixiong Zheng.
He did not even both to look at Chen Xiaobei and Wu Jiechao while talking.
"Thank you Shixiong Zheng for the warning. I did not register to participate in this martial arts competition!" said Wu Jiechao while gulping.
After that, Shixiong Zheng turned around and looked at Chen Xiaobei. However, Chen Xiaobei could not bother to look at him anymore. He was completely ignored by Chen Xiaobei. One should know that Chen Xiaobei was the kind of person that be amenable to friendly persuasion but not to compulsion. If Shixiong Zheng spoke to Chen Xiaobei from the very beginning, he would definitely treat him with respect – vice-versa.
"Eh?"
Immediately, Shixiong Zheng's face darkened. He was glaring at Chen Xiaobei like a viper glared at its preys.
"Shixiong Zheng! This kid really loves to act tough! Before you come, this kid claimed that he wanted all the contestants from Arena Three to kneel down and beg for his mercy! If not, he will cripple those who refuse to yield to him!"
Seeing that this was an opportunity to bring trouble to Chen Xiaobei, Zhao Ritian went and angered Shixiong Zheng.
"What?! Son of a bitch! Do you even know what place is this?! Acting tough in Xuanjian Faction is no different from killing yourself!"
"No! Shixiong Zheng, it's just a misunderstanding! Bro Bei did not mean that! Bro Ritian is trying to…"
Initially, Wu Jiechao wanted to explain everything to Shixiong Zheng. However, he was forced to swallow back the words when he saw Zhao Ritian was glaring at him. Amongst them, Wu Jiechao was the weakest. That was why he could not muster enough courage to help Chen Xiaobei.
"Everyone! Be quiet!"
Just when Shixiong Zheng wanted to throw a tantrum, one of the elders of Xuanjian Faction made an announcement.
"The martial arts competition will officially begin now! The first battle will begin between Zheng Zaigao and Chen Yishi!"
"Yes!"
Immediately, Shixiong Zheng responded to the call. Though he was not happy with Chen Xiaobei, he knew that he had to go and fight with his first opponent for now! Before he left, he did a throat-slitting gesture to Chen Xiaobei.
"Hehe… Son of a bitch! Pray now! Shixiong Zheng hates you now! He will definitely cripple you when he faces you on the stage later!" said Zhao Ritian with a vicious smile.
"Is he really that good?" asked Chen Xiaobei.
He did not even bother to use his Netherspirit Battlescouter to check on him. Since the eight seeded fighters were chosen, Chen Xiaobei knew that the rest of the contestants were not even at True Nirvana cultivation. To Chen Xiaobei, Zhao Ritian and Zheng Zaigao were just two piles of dead meat.
"You are like a frog that lives under a well! Shixiong Zheng is the fourth most powerful person in this martial arts competition! He is an elite with Halfstep True Nirvana cultivation! Ignorance is bliss!" said Zhao Ritian while rolling his eyes at him.
"How about you? What's your ranking?"
"I'm the seventh most powerful person here! An elite with Halfstep True Nirvana cultivation! It's not too late for you to surrender!"
"Sorry! I don't know how to surrender! Maybe you should show me how one surrenders!"
"You have a death wish with you…"
Plop!
Suddenly, a person fell from the fighting arena. The person coughed out a mouthful of blood and became unconscious.
"Zheng Zaigao is the winner for the first battle!" shouted the judge.
"That was so fast! He defeated him with only a single blow! Shixiong Zheng is definitely more powerful compared to the previous year!" shouted Wu Jiechao.
"Kid! Did you see the power of Shixiong Zheng? Still dare to act tough?! Be afraid! Ahaha…"
At the same time, the judge continued to announce.
"The second battle! Chen Xiaobei versus Cao Zhenyang!"