Chapter 952: Three Oddballs

Although a small interlude had passed, the entire audience still felt unsatisfied.

For some reason, looking at Nangong Ziyu and Zhao Ziyun now, they seemed even more like a married couple.

The Zhao family, including Zhao Xiong, was in high spirits—during the Three Sects Great Competition, they had even gained a daughter-in-law.

In contrast, the Nangong family elders were fuming and stroking their beards in frustration. Although they quite liked Zhao Ziyun, this turn of events was too dramatic. A perfectly fine young woman had been swept away just like that?

Ahem!

The lively scene finally came to a proper end with Dao Xuan Zhenren's light cough. Celebrations were one thing, but the competition had to continue.

"Gong Xiaotian, Dao Zhi, come on stage."

"Hold on, hold on." No sooner had Dao Xuan Zhenren spoken than Gong Xiaotian chimed in. He cleared his throat, glanced at Dao Zhi, then grinned at Dao Xuan Zhenren. "Can we all go up together?"

As he said this, he didn't forget to pull Wang Biao and Shao Yu to his side.

Damn!

Dao Zhi wasn't having it. He sized up Gong Xiaotian from head to toe. "Little fatty, you've got a lot of tricks up your sleeve!"

"What's the matter? Chicken out?" Wang Biao shot back.

"Well, I'm not doing it anyway." Dao Zhi turned his head away. He was good at stealing, but fighting? He could barely handle one of them, but if they all ganged up, he'd definitely get beaten.

"There are no such rules in the competition." Dao Xuan Zhenren smiled gently from the side.

"Elder, you haven't quite gotten what we mean." Gong Xiaotian grinned again. "See, I'll fight Dao Zhi, that fool; Shao Yu will fight Ouyang Xiao; and Wang Biao will fight Situ Kang. We'll go three against three, them too."

"Ah." Dao Xuan Zhenren drew out the word and looked toward Ye Chen.

"As long as they agree, I have no objections." Ye Chen chuckled softly.

"We agree! We definitely agree." Dao Zhi, Ouyang Xiao, and Situ Kang nodded eagerly, huddling together instinctively. Three against three—who was afraid of whom?

Alright then!

Gong Xiaotian, Wang Biao, and Shao Yu leaped onto the fighting platform, with Dao Zhi, Ouyang Xiao, and Situ Kang following suit.

Begin!

Dao Xuan Zhenren left those words and quickly stepped off the platform.

Beat them to death!

The fight hadn't even started on stage, but howls erupted from the audience, with Xie Yun, Xiong Er, and Huo Teng cheering louder than anyone.

Watching those three, many elders shook their heads and stroked their beards thoughtfully. No wonder they had such eccentric disciples—these three masters were as shameless as they come!

Kill them!

Their disciples' shouts drowned out even their masters'.

And look at what they were holding—oh my god!

This is outrageous!

Even the spectators, including Ye Chen, Taixu Gulong, and Dao Huang, couldn't help but twitch their lips.

On stage, Gong Xiaotian was wielding a butcher's knife, Wang Biao had a kitchen cleaver, and Shao Yu was relatively normal with just a fire poker. If you didn't know better, you'd think they were three cooks.

Bang! Boom! Clang!

Soon, sounds of impact echoed from the stage.

Gong Xiaotian was slapped flying by Dao Zhi, Shao Yu was kicked down by Ouyang Xiao, and Wang Biao fared the worst—he was smashed senseless by Situ Kang's spiked club.

In just one round, those three were down, sprawled like dead pigs on the platform. They had tried to show off and failed miserably, getting beaten as a group.

For some reason, seeing those three get taken down, over eighty percent of the audience felt oddly satisfied.

"Don't hold back for my sake—kick them to death." Dao Zhi rolled up his sleeves and charged at Gong Xiaotian. "You little dead fatty."

Ouyang Xiao and Situ Kang did the same, rolling up their sleeves and determined to teach those three a lesson.

At this point, many people couldn't bear to watch and covered their eyes.

But the bloody scene they imagined didn't happen. As Dao Zhi approached Gong Xiaotian and lifted his foot to kick, the seemingly unconscious Gong Xiaotian suddenly flipped over, clutching a handful of white powder in his hand.

Whoa!

Dao Zhi, caught off guard, took a face full of it.

Whoa! Whoa!

The same thing happened on the other sides—Ouyang Xiao and Situ Kang got a face full too.

What can I say!

The spectators all twitched their lips. This was just outright sneaky tactics!

Ahh!

On stage, Gong Xiaotian and his group started yelling triumphantly. Their surprise attack caught Dao Zhi and the others completely off guard, leaving them disoriented and getting beaten senseless.

"You dead fatty, you son of a..." Dao Zhi cursed as he retreated, rubbing his eyes.

"I'll make you curse!" Gong Xiaotian stepped forward and landed a solid kick right between Dao Zhi's legs.

Ugh!

Dao Zhi clutched his groin, his face twisting in pain, tears welling up.

Ugh! Ugh!

Ouyang Xiao and Situ Kang weren't any better off—nearly getting their manhoods kicked out.

What followed was utter chaos.

The stage was filled with Gong Xiaotian and his group's triumphant shouts and Dao Zhi's miserable screams.

The spectators' expressions had become incredibly entertaining.

What was this? This was the Three Sects Great Competition, a contest among cultivators. They hadn't even used a single secret technique—that was one thing—but this was just too lawless. It looked more like a street brawl among hooligans.

Like master, like disciple!

Many elders exchanged knowing glances and looked toward Xie Yun, Xiong Er, and Huo Teng.

Their disciples' sneaky moves were straight out of a playbook, all following the same pattern. Clearly, they'd been trained rigorously. From the disciples, you could tell these three masters were experts at such tactics.

"Aren't you going to say something about this?" Watching the gruesome scene on stage, Hongchen Xue instinctively turned to Ye Chen beside her.

Not just her—nearly everyone around, including Ji Ningshuang, had their eyes on him.

Ye Chen, the Holy Lord of Heaven Court, had caused a massive stir back in his days at Hengyue Sect. The entire Heaven Court knew about it—in the final inner sect trial, he had outsmarted over a hundred inner sect disciples, leaving them in tears.

Especially the Hengyue people, who still remembered the sight of those over a hundred disciples, clad only in floral underwear, chasing Ye Chen. It was utterly shocking.

Stared at by the crowd, Ye Chen coughed awkwardly and lowered his head self-consciously. Who didn't have a reckless youth? Learning a few sneaky tricks came in handy at key moments.

I'll make you curse! I'll make you curse!

On stage, Gong Xiaotian and his group were fighting with gusto, their yells echoing endlessly.

Meanwhile, Dao Zhi and the others were flat on the ground, completely dazed.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

With three successive sounds, Dao Zhi, Ouyang Xiao, and Situ Kang were tossed off the platform.

Whew!

Only then did Gong Xiaotian and his group shake their heads, smooth their hair, and speak in perfect unison: "Can't deny it, we were a bit fired up today."

As soon as they said that, the entire audience twitched their lips.

A bit fired up? You three beat those kids so badly their own mothers wouldn't recognize them.

What the hell! What kind of parents could produce such troublesome kids? What kind of master could teach such eccentrics? Truly once-in-a-century "prodigies"!

"In this grand setting, I want to say a few words. First, I have to thank my master, thank his grandfather, thank..."

"Get lost." Gong Xiaotian hadn't even finished when the whole audience roared in unison. It was thunderous, nearly startling some children to tears.