Chapter 146: Outer Sect Duel

On the Arena, a tall Outer Sect Disciple was coldly looking down at the newly admitted Disciple he had just knocked to the ground.

"You… just wait until Big Brother Xiao Fan arrives; he won't let you off."

The young man lying on the ground had a mouth full of blood and tattered clothes; he was heavily injured, and his voice was even weaker as he spoke.

He, along with the few people on the right side of the Arena, were the newly admitted Disciples who had set up a stall with Zhu Gang.

Their strength was insufficient, and being able to join the Jixian Sect was already a stroke of good fortune, so they wanted to earn some pocket money by setting up a stall…

As a result, they ended up being beaten into this state by the other party.

"Xiao Fan?"

The opponent sneered, "A mere newly admitted Disciple, what kind of ability could he possibly have?"

"You, you just wait for Big Brother Xiao Fan to come…"

The young man lying on the ground refused to submit, but before he could finish his words, he was kicked in the abdomen again, causing him to vomit another mouthful of blood on the spot…

He nearly passed out entirely.

"Trash."

The tall Outer Sect Disciple glanced at the person who had passed out, then looked up at the other few newly admitted Disciples: "Next, whose turn is it?"

At this point, three people were already heavily injured, and counting the person who had just been knocked off the Arena, that made four in total.

There were seven people standing on their side in total, four men and three women. The ones who had gone up earlier were all men, and now only three women were left who could still fight…

These three newly admitted female Disciples were quite good-looking and had nice figures.

"I'll go."

A weak voice came from the right side. A seemingly very delicate woman stood out, but her cultivation was only at the fifth level of the Huaqi Realm.

Meanwhile, the tall Outer Sect Disciple opposite her was at the Great Perfection of the Huaqi Realm.

"Hehe… are all the men dead? Letting a little girl like you fight."

The tall man smirked and teased, "I think you look pretty good. How about you follow me from now on? I guarantee you'll live in luxury."

The tall man had a loud voice, and everyone around could hear him clearly.

The onlookers had varied expressions—some sighed, some couldn't bear to watch, and others burst into laughter…

Such things were very common in the Outer Sect.

Those who laughed were all in the same group as the tall Cultivator on the Arena. There were five of them in total, all of whom had been Outer Sect Disciples for many years, with the weakest among them at the ninth level of the Huaqi Realm.

They rarely performed tasks on weekdays, and relying on their superior strength, they often bullied the Utility Disciples and forcibly seized their contribution points.

However, they did not expect that there would actually be Outer Sect Disciples in this batch who would also set up stalls to do business…

And their cultivation was so weak…

Thus, the subsequent incidents of them finding fault, provoking, and finally the Arena duel occurred…

"You, you all!"

The woman opposite, wearing a blue robe, was trembling with rage after hearing the disgusting words from the man.

She was also from a Family, and she had never received such humiliation before.

Furious on the spot, she slapped her Storage Pouch, and a Profound Rank Magical Artifact longsword appeared in her hand. She rushed up, intending to risk her life against him.

The Deacon on the side watched coldly, looking like he was enjoying the show.

"Not happy to hear me say a few words?"

The tall man snorted coldly. Even if what the other party held was a Profound Rank Magical Artifact, so what?

His cultivation was at the Great Perfection of the Huaqi Realm, and he had an absolute suppression in terms of Realm.

His aura surged instantly, a terrifying pressure radiated out, and he swung his right hand with great force.

The woman's wrist holding the sword was struck; her body tilted on the spot, and she stumbled, nearly falling to the ground, but she managed to steady herself.

Before she could even catch her breath, the man was already in front of her, and he punched her in the abdomen.

The woman groaned in pain, collapsed to the ground, and lost the ability to fight.

The gap between the two sides was too great; she was completely no match for him.

The strong Disciple did not continue to attack, but instead fixed his gaze on the longsword still held in the woman's hand.

This was a Profound Rank Magical Artifact.

Good stuff.

Not all Outer Sect Disciples possessed one, and even if they did, who would complain about having too many Magical Artifacts?

The tall Disciple walked over to the woman with a smirk, leaned down, and snatched the Magical Artifact longsword from her hand.

"You…"

Whether it was from anger or her injuries, the woman spat out a mouthful of blood. She propped herself up on the ground, wanting to stand up.

"This Magical Artifact is not bad; I'll take it. Consider it your protection fee for this month." The tall man revealed a smirk.

"Give the sword back to me…" The woman had barely managed to stand up, her eyes bloodshot, as if she wanted to eat him alive.

The man opposite said coldly, "You don't know what's good for you."

Then he kicked the woman in the abdomen.

The woman was barely able to stand at this moment; how could she withstand such a powerful kick from him?

She was kicked flying more than ten meters away on the spot, blood streaming from her mouth…

However, the woman gritted her teeth and had not passed out yet. Lying on the ground, her angry eyes stared fixedly at the man opposite who was toying with her longsword.

The Deacon on the side glanced sideways at this tall Disciple.

The other party smiled knowingly, "Deacon Sun, don't worry, there will be benefits for you."

This person took a Storage Pouch from his bosom and surreptitiously stuffed it into Deacon Sun's bosom.

Deacon Sun checked it, nodded with satisfaction, and turned a blind eye to the snatching of the Magical Artifact just now.

The Arena area allowed combat, but one could not snatch each other's Magical Artifacts.

"You, abominable!"

"Return Hai Jiao's Magical Artifact!"

"Damn it, why hasn't Big Brother Zhu returned yet…"

The few newly admitted Disciples were filled with indignation and extremely angry. Two women hurriedly rushed to the Arena to check on the injuries of the woman named Hai Jiao.

"Hehe, that brat didn't run away out of fear, did he? Abandoning you all?" The tall man toyed with the longsword in his hand, looking very satisfied, and added with a smirk and sarcasm:

"Let me tell you, even if he brings that new Disciple named Xiao Fan, so what? A newly admitted Disciple, I can beat him until he calls me Grandpa with one hand!"

"Take back those words now, and you might still be alive!"