Chapter 120: Let the best man win!
"I promise I will personally butcher your miserable life soon enough."
Gu Fan’s chilling, cheeky remark barely carried over the noise of the massive war drums, but Bai Yun clearly heard it and his face instantly twisted into an ugly scowl.
"You dare mock me," Bai Yun narrowed his eyes as he gripped the silver spear tightly.
"You must be tired of living, cripple?!" Bai Yun was just about to leap right off the stage to personally drag Gu Fan into the blood-stone arena, but before he could make a move, another Bai Clan disciple quickly jumped onto the Second Stage and placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
"Save your energy for the final, Senior Brother Yun," the skinny, rat-faced Bai Clan disciple sneered as he drew a pair of jagged, venom-coated daggers from his waist, "You do not need to dirty your hands with the Gu Clan cripple or this clown right now."
"I will personally chop them both into pieces and warm up the stage for you."
"You do that," Bai Yun coldly scoffed and stepped back toward the edge of the stage, spinning his spear and resting it against his shoulder but his eyes never left Gu Fan.
The skinny Bai Clan disciple then turned towards Gu Tian, "Now it is only you and me... I will give you one last chance. Save your life..."
"Aagghh!" But Gu Tian had enough of the chitchat, and he moved like a flash of lightening with a furious roar, gripping the hilt of his heavy broadsword with both hands as he immediately channelled his 5th Stage Spirit Realm Qi into his thick legs to explosively launch himself across the stone platform.
He swung his massive iron blade with absolute, ruthless force, executing the Gu Clan’s signature ’Mountain Cleaving Slash’ directly at the rat-faced disciple’s neck, but the Bai Clan disciple easily ducked underneath the heavy swing as he activated the Bai Clan’s ’Silent Serpent Technique’ and he slipped through the attack like a snake.
’These idiots don’t even know how to properly guard their lower meridians,’ Gu Fan chuckled from his spot at the back of the crowd, lazily crossing his arms over his chest while he watched them swing their weapons like mindless butchers.
they were only going for the head every time they swung their weapons, leaving the exposed and easily targetable parts as it is.
The rat-faced disciple fiercely lunged forward while Gu Tian’s blade was still stuck in the follow-through of his swing, viciously slashing his venom-coated daggers right across Gu Tian’s exposed ribs, instantly tearing through the Gu Clan disciple’s martial robes and leaving two deep, bloody gashes that immediately began to violently sizzle from the highly toxic poison.
"Ughhh!" Gu Tian screamed with pain as the poison began to burn his flesh.
But instead of stepping back to defend himself and making distance between them, he completely ignored the burning venom and violently twisted his torso, and using the sheer momentum of his heavy body to ruthlessly slam the flat side of his broadsword directly into the skinny disciple’s face with a sickening, bone-crunching thud.
"You...! Agghhh! Damn you bastard!" The Bai Clan disciple’s nose completely shattered and blood sprayed out all over the floor.
And he was sent flying backward across the blood-stone arena, but Gu Tian didn’t stop there and just as the rat face guy somersaulted in mid air to land on his feet, Gu Tian was already in front of him.
Since the tournament rules allowed absolutely no mercy, he leaped into the air and brought his sword crashing down to ruthlessly sever the rat-faced disciple’s right arm clean off his shoulder.
"I will kill..." Just as the rat face guy looked up and was about to retaliate, his blood went cold when he saw Gu Tian’s sword barely an inch away from his face.
And before he knew it, he felt the sword touch the fabric of his robe and in the next second the sword dug into his flesh.
"MOTHER!!!" And the very next moment, a massive fountain of dark red blood sprayed violently across the stone tiles as the Bai Clan disciple let out a high-pitched, pathetic shriek of absolute pain.
"You want to kill me?!" Gu Tian was not done after chopping one of his arm, he kicked the Bai Clan disciple in the gut and yelled," Your useless Patriarch want to annihilate my clan? You bug?"
"Enough!" Gu Tian raised his sword and was about to strike again when an old guy quickly stepped in and pushed Gu Tian away before throwing his bleeding, unconscious body completely off the stage.
"And the winner is, Gu Tian," The old man announced, declaring Gu Tian the winner of the first minor clash, "The next challenger may challenge."
The Gu Clan disciples in the crowd instantly erupted into wild, aggressive cheers, but their loud celebration was incredibly short-lived because another, much stronger Bai Clan disciple immediately jumped onto Stage Two before Gu Tian could even catch his breath.
This new Bai Clan disciple didn’t even bother exchanging insults as he instantly activated a high-tier wind movement art, transforming into a violent blur as he fiercely dashed around the heavily panting Gu Tian and ruthlessly slashed a long, curved sabre right across the back of his knees.
"Damn You... We haven’t even started," Gu Tian clenched through the pain as he fell on his knees. And before he could even lift his heavy broadsword to defend himself, the Bai Clan disciple viciously kicked him directly in the ribs where the previous bai Clan disciple had slashed him, launching his body out of the ring so he crashed into the dirt right at the feet of the horrified Gu Clan crowd.
"There is always a bigger fish," the Bai Clan disciple muttered, his eyes fixed on Gu Tian.
While Stage Two had turned into a brutal, back-and-forth bloodbath between the core disciples of the two rival clans, Stage One was an absolute, undisputed meat grinder.
By the time two disciples have been thrown out of the ring on Stage two, dozens of rogue cultivators and lower-tier clan disciples from all the clans have have already tried their luck and lost.
Sounds of swords piercing through the flesh, and sickening sounds of bones snapping echoed constantly over the war drums as the Body Tempering fighters ruthlessly punched, kicked, and gouged each other’s eyes out to secure a lucky victory.
Within just a few brutal minutes, three Gu Clan disciples, two Song Clan disciples, and two Bai Clan disciples and five rogue cultivators had already been tossed out of the Stage One ring, while the fights raged on without a single pause.
Standing near the edge of the Spirit Realm stage while his juniors fought, Bai Yun once again tried to poke Gu fan as he pointed his silver spear directly at his face.
"Is the Seventh Young Master going to hide behind the skirts of his clan members all day, or are you actually going to come up here?!" Bai Yun taunted loudly, his voice filled with extreme, raw arrogance as he glared at the crippled bastard, "If you are too terrified to step into the ring, we can always settle this outside in the alleys tonight, and I will happily show you exactly how my spear tastes!"
"You won’t be alive to tell the tale if we meet in the alley at night, Bai Yun!"
"Why do you want me to take your life so badly?"
"Is this your chance to Nirvana?"
"Am I your salvation?"
Gu Fan just smirked as he casually flipped the arrogant young master off, absolutely loving the fact that he was effortlessly getting under the Bai Clan genius’s skin without even breaking a sweat.
"You...?!"
"You? What me?" Gu Fan suddenly stood up straight and took a step forward," Every time you open your mouth to say something stupid giving me the chance to pull your skirt down in public."
"Then all you can say is... You!! My father... My grandfather... My Clan... My Dick... My garlic..."
"Don’t you have a fucking vocabulary to say come up with something smart?"
"And then in the end you pull out that victim card and try to paint me as the bad guy..."
"I am surprised your father does not get tired looing at your face.... I know I would have."
"Now don’t embarrass yourself any further. Put that useless finger of yours on your mouth and stand in that corner without saying another fucking word... Do you understand me?"
"But you can’t..." Bai Yun whimpered as he tried to retort with his eyes wide open and mouth all dry, but the moment he opened his mouth, Gu Fan’s glare made him shut up.
"Do you understand?!" Gu Fan raised his eyebrow and looked at Bai Yun who instinctively hid behind another Bai Clan disciple, not wanting to face Gu Fan.
"Better... Now was it so hard?" Gu Fan nodded as his lips curled up in a smirk as he looked at Bai Haoran.
"No need to thank me."
