Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal-Chapter 322 - 263-265: Offerings from the Sects, Martial Contest, Defeat, Buffoonery? Invincible, Playing Around

Chapter 322: Chapter 263-265: Offerings from the Sects, Martial Contest, Defeat, Buffoonery? Invincible, Playing Around

If the opponent refuses, then there’s only one outcome—total defeat.

"I’m up!"

Below, a disciple from the Long Saber Sect gripped his saber and with a low shout, leaped onto the Ascension Platform.

Whether you win or lose doesn’t matter; as long as you earn a hundred spirit stones, it’s enough.

"Let me give it a shot!"

A burly man from the Vajra Sect, barrel-chested and shirtless, also jumped onto the Ascension Platform.

On the Ascension Platform, magical power recovers much faster than normal.

It’s because the spiritual energy here is incredibly dense.

"Long Saber Sect, Gao Yifeng!"

The youth wielding the long saber introduced himself.

"Vajra Sect, Zhao Venerable!"

The Vajra Sect disciple cupped his fists and replied.

After exchanging introductions, the two immediately started sparring.

There’s an array protecting the perimeter of the stone platform, so no matter how ferocious the battle, magical power couldn’t spill out.

In an instant, as the two fought, blade aura clashed against fist aura atop the stone platform, producing explosive, thunderous booms one after another.

No matter how hard they fought, calm prevailed outside the barrier.

Gao Yifeng from Long Saber Sect was only at the Foundation Establishment Seventh Layer, while Zhao Venerable from Vajra Sect had reached the Foundation Establishment Eighth Layer.

After several dozen exchanges, Zhao Venerable clearly took the upper hand and knocked Gao Yifeng off the Ascension Platform, seizing victory.

Soon after, several more young disciples went up for matches, but these were just appetizers.

Though the fighting went back and forth, it was honestly a bit dull to watch.

After many rounds, Li Jiantang shot Zhuge Buping a glance.

Now it was Liuyun Immortal Sect’s turn to put on a show.

Obeying his teacher’s orders, Zhuge Buping leapt onto the Ascension Platform.

Opposite him stood a young man dressed in red.

"Flame Sect, Wu—"

"Get off my stage!"

The Flame Sect disciple barely began to introduce himself when Zhuge Buping sent a fist hurtling toward him.

This left the Flame Sect disciple utterly stunned—the guy didn’t play by any rules.

He could only react instantly and throw up a block.

Bam—

The two fist auras smashed together violently, erupting in a deafening boom.

The Flame Sect disciple was blasted backwards by Zhuge Buping’s punch, coughing up blood in midair and crashing down, severely wounded.

Seeing this, the onlookers could only bite their tongues in anger.

No one expected such a ruthless move in a friendly contest—Liuyun Immortal Sect’s disciple really had no honor?

"Sorry, I only used thirty percent of my strength. Guess I overdid it—"

Zhuge Buping put on a look of fake surprise.

The crowd below could only look at each other in silence; no one dared say more.

If you piss off Su Changkong, your days are numbered.

Fearing Liuyun Immortal Sect, the other major sects didn’t dare send their disciples up.

Win or lose, there was nothing good in it for them.

If you won, you’d be slapping Liuyun Immortal Sect in the face.

If you lost, you might even lose your life—totally not worth it.

So Zhuge Buping just stood on the Ascension Platform, but not a soul volunteered to spar with him.

Seeing no takers, Zhuge Buping searched the crowd and fixed his gaze on Lin Chang’sheng.

This guy had sneaked inside—let’s see if he can handle one of my punches!

Lin Chang’sheng caught the unfriendly look Zhuge Buping threw his way; if the guy insisted on dying, he wasn’t about to object.

After all, Lin Chang’sheng had come to make sure the Four Great Sects were safe.

Once he saw those sects were secure, Lin Chang’sheng felt totally at ease.

All that’s left is Lin Chang’sheng versus Su Changkong.

Zhuge Buping was nothing but an ant in his eyes.

"You—dare come up here?"

Zhuge Buping pointed at Lin Chang’sheng.

Lin Chang’sheng just curled his lips in a cold sneer—this guy really had no clue.

"Daoist Long, this guy holds grudges; he might try to kill you. Let me take this one!"

Tu Yunfei, at Lin Chang’sheng’s side, whispered, ready to step up.

But Lin Chang’sheng stopped him.

"What’s there to fear? I’ll go!"

Lin Chang’sheng pushed off the ground and leaped upward. Since the guy wanted death, why not oblige?

Lin Chang’sheng had suppressed his cultivation to Golden Core Early Stage, but even that was enough to one-shot Zhuge Buping.

His Perfect Immortal Technique was on display, fused with multiple secret techniques and brutally powerful.

"You think I let you in here for fun? I just wanted you to die a more miserable death!"

Zhuge Buping’s venomous eyes flashed coldly.

Loose cultivators like these thought they could enter the tournament? What a joke.

Not far off, Cao De saw Zhuge Buping’s move and nearly burst out laughing.

This guy sure knew how to pick his targets. Out of all the disciples, he chose the strongest one.

The guy across from him wasn’t just some Golden Core Early Stage cultivator, but a terrifying Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse.

Back in Sea God Tower, Cao De had learned that Lin Chang’sheng had broken through to Early Stage of Nascent Soul.

He just didn’t know that Lin Chang’sheng was now at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul.

"Finished talking?"

Lin Chang’sheng looked at Zhuge Buping as if he was a clown on a stage.

He didn’t even give a damn about Su Changkong, who had reached Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, let alone this punk.

Killing him was as easy as crushing an ant.

"You—!"

Zhuge Buping was too furious to speak—this bastard’s arrogance! He’d pay for it soon enough.

"Get off my stage!"

Zhuge Buping bellowed and smashed his fist forward.

He wanted to send Lin Chang’sheng flying just like he’d done the Flame Sect disciple.

But Lin Chang’sheng couldn’t even be bothered to look at him; he casually unleashed a punch of his own.