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Chapter 372
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    Chapter 372

    It was only natural.

    Since entering the sect, these young disciples had spent nearly all their time cultivating in the safety of the immortal sect. Very few had ever experienced true life-and-death combat.

    Naturally, they had no idea what real battles were like.

    In their imagination, battles between cultivators simply meant casting spells to defeat the enemy elegantly.

    Besides, the number of techniques they had mastered was extremely limited.

    The fact that they weren't rushing at each other with their Wind Spirit Shields raised in close combat was already considered rather dignified.

    If they truly wanted to learn how to fight...

    They would probably have to wait until they reached the Foundation Establishment Realm, learned a greater variety of techniques, and were assigned missions outside the sect.

    Only after surviving several life-and-death battles would they naturally learn how to make full use of the techniques they possessed and eliminate their enemies as efficiently as possible.

    Of course...

    That was assuming they survived.

    As for expecting their Master to teach them...

    Su Hao glanced at the lively, endlessly chatting Feng Ling beside him and silently thought,

    "First of all... the Master has to know how."

    When it came to martial arts alone, even an ordinary third-rate expert from the mortal world could easily surpass these Qi Induction cultivators.

    However...

    Once cultivators possessed spiritual power and techniques, they no longer existed on the same level as ordinary martial artists.

    No matter how superb a mortal's martial arts were, they couldn't even break through a cultivator's protective shield.

    Their skills became meaningless.

    It was like...

    No matter how powerful the Hulk looked on television, Su Hao could make him disappear with a single press of a remote control.

    Then he could proudly proclaim,

    "The Hulk isn't even worth poking with one finger."

    Moreover...

    Whether it was a flying sword or the Wind Bullet technique, both traveled at astonishing speeds.

    Even the greatest martial arts masters in the mortal world might not be able to dodge every attack.

    As long as one connected...

    The fight was over.

    Naturally, cultivators with martial arts foundations still possessed certain advantages.

    But...

    Which cultivator would spend ten years painstakingly practicing mortal martial arts?

    With that amount of time...

    They could have already advanced another cultivation realm.


    ---

    While Su Hao's thoughts wandered...

    The battle on the arena gradually tilted in favor of the long-haired youth.

    Sure enough...

    Having a magic artifact really did provide a tremendous advantage.

    Money truly was power.

    His flying sword repeatedly smashed into his opponent's Wind Spirit Shield, forcing the sturdy youth backward again and again.

    The shield's spiritual energy rapidly diminished and was already close to collapsing.

    Unwilling to lose so easily, the sturdy youth suddenly changed tactics.

    After firing one final Wind Bullet...

    He abandoned ranged attacks entirely.

    Activating the Wind Light Body Technique, he dashed rapidly around the arena while using both hands to reinforce his Wind Spirit Shield.

    A faint smile appeared on the arrogant youth's face.

    He adjusted his strategy as well.

    Using Wind Light Body Technique himself, he chased after his opponent.

    At the same time, spiritual light flashed around his left fist.

    Giant Strength Fist!

    His right hand waved.

    The flying sword struck the sturdy youth's shield once more, briefly staggering him.

    Taking advantage of that instant...

    The long-haired youth closed the distance and threw a heavy punch.

    Bang!

    The Wind Spirit Shield shattered.

    The sturdy youth was blasted backward and crashed heavily onto the arena floor, unable to rise for quite some time.

    Cheers immediately erupted from below the stage.

    The victor remained standing proudly on the arena instead of stepping down, calmly waiting for his next challenger.


    ---

    Su Hao asked,

    "Master, will this Senior Brother simply continue defending the stage like this?"

    Feng Ling nodded.

    "Not necessarily."

    "He can continue fighting if he wishes."

    "If he's tired, he can also step down temporarily to recover and return later."

    "As long as he hasn't been defeated, he's free to challenge anyone or accept challenges."

    "There are fewer than a hundred Qi Induction disciples in the Feng lineage."

    "Among them, only around fifty have reached the Fourth Stage of Qi Induction."

    "Any one of them may challenge at any time."

    "The final victor will emerge naturally."

    "I see."

    Feng Ling continued,

    "The real experts haven't appeared yet."

    "These disciples already know they probably won't become the final winner."

    "So they're taking advantage of everyone's attention to show themselves."

    "It's an opportunity to leave an impression on the other disciples."

    "They won't willingly step down unless they're truly exhausted."

    Su Hao nodded thoughtfully.

    "So..."

    "This is basically another form of matchmaking."

    Feng Ling immediately laughed.

    "Feng Wei, you seem quite experienced!"

    "That's exactly right."

    "The male disciples display their strength during the competition."

    "If they perform well, they might catch the attention of female disciples."

    "Many Daoist couples are formed this way."


    ---

    As battle after battle unfolded...

    Su Hao quickly summarized the general standard of strength among Qi Induction disciples.

    Almost everyone had reached the Fourth Stage of Qi Induction.

    Victory largely depended on three factors:

    Faster technique activation.

    A greater variety of techniques.

    Better magic artifacts.


    Those possessing none of the three...

    Usually climbed onto the arena only to show their faces before being swiftly defeated.

    As for disciples below the Fourth Stage of Qi Induction...

    Most didn't even dare step onto the stage.

    As stronger disciples carrying various techniques and magic artifacts joined the competition...

    The matches gradually became much more interesting.

    Some wore defensive artifacts and simply stood still while unleashing Wind Bullets without restraint.

    Others equipped gauntlet-type artifacts and chased their opponents across the arena.

    Of course...

    Flying sword artifacts remained the most popular.

    The reason was very simple.

    They looked incredibly cool.

    And looking cool attracted the attention of female disciples.


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    After thirty consecutive challengers had been eliminated...

    A young girl, around sixteen or seventeen years old, finally stepped onto the arena.

    She possessed a graceful, well-proportioned figure.

    With a light leap...

    She landed steadily at the center of the stage.

    Facing the reigning champion.

    She wore a flowing white dress accented with pale pink.

    Her hair had been braided into several elegant plaits gathered together by colorful ribbons.

    A few loose strands swayed gently beside her face.

    Her skin was fair and flawless.

    Her features were exquisitely delicate.

    When she smiled...

    It almost seemed as though even the clouds behind her became more beautiful.

    That neat leap...

    Combined with her perfectly balanced landing...

    Created an elegant yet heroic aura.

    Her beauty only made that heroic bearing even more captivating.

    "Wow..."

    The moment she appeared...

    Everyone's attention shifted toward her.

    The audience immediately became noisy.

    People unconsciously stepped closer, staring wide-eyed.

    "Who is she?"

    "I can't believe our Feng lineage actually has such a beautiful junior sister!"

    "You don't know?"

    "That's Feng Yuer."

    "She's Martial Uncle Feng Qianye's disciple."

    "She's several generations younger than us."

    "I heard Martial Uncle Feng Qianye hadn't accepted a disciple for nearly a hundred years."

    "But after hearing about Feng Yuer's talent, he forcibly took her as his disciple."

    "What a pity..."

    "I already have a Daoist companion..."

    "Otherwise, I'd definitely pursue her."

    Before he could finish...

    A woman beside him grabbed his ear and dragged him away.


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    Others who were seeing Feng Yuer for the first time were completely stunned.

    "I've spent all these years cultivating in seclusion."

    "I never knew someone this beautiful existed in the sect."

    "If I'd known earlier..."

    "I would've returned to the sect much more often."

    For a brief moment...

    Regardless of age or gender...

    Everyone present found their hearts stirred.

    Even Su Hao, who had seen countless beautiful women over many lifetimes, couldn't help taking several extra glances.

    He silently evaluated,

    "A genetic enhancement serum capable of producing a face like hers..."

    "...would bankrupt countless women."

    His interest was immediately piqued.

    "If an opportunity arises..."

    "I should collect her genetic data."

    Looking around...

    Su Hao noticed almost everyone was secretly stealing extra glances whenever nobody was paying attention.

    Feng Ling wore her usual blank expression.

    Meanwhile...

    Feng Yan, the eternal bachelor, was practically drooling.

    "So adorable..."

    "So adorable..."

    "Is she really a little fairy?"

    "I just want to hug her!"

    He truly wanted to pull Feng Yuer into his arms and rub her cheeks vigorously.

    Unfortunately...

    He had accidentally said those thoughts aloud.

    And his secret crush—

    Feng Hua—

    heard every single word.

    Hearing that...

    Feng Hua silently looked away before glancing helplessly at his Junior Brother.

    As for Feng Cheng...

    The fifteen-year-old boy had become completely petrified.

    His eyes never blinked.

    It was as though looking away for even a moment would be an unforgivable loss.


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    Standing upon the arena...

    Feng Yuer cupped her fists politely.

    "I am Feng Yuer."

    "I have come to seek Senior Brother's guidance."

    "Please forgive any offense."

    Her voice was crisp and melodious, like the song of a small bird.

    Objectively speaking...

    Perhaps it wasn't exceptionally beautiful.

    But beauty itself altered people's judgment.

    Because of her appearance...

    Everyone instinctively felt her voice was wonderfully pleasant.

    After all...

    A beautiful face really could stimulate the economy.

    Across from her...

    The male disciple immediately blushed.

    His heartbeat accelerated.

    Even the circulation of his spiritual power became unstable.

    He lamented inwardly,

    "It's over..."

    "I've already lost my heart."

    With nothing more than a single glance from Feng Yuer...

    This disciple, who had always considered his will as unshakable as iron...

    Nearly turned around and jumped off the arena to concede defeat immediately.

    The problem was...

    Who could bear to attack a girl like her?
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    Aruzab
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    If feng yan is a big titted lady then why call her him!? This translation is really cursed in ass!
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    Lord of the Nine
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    At this point even I'm confused. Is Feng Yan a woman or what?
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    BluePEEKA
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    Duplicate chapter #Panic#
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