Arriving at the Demonstration of Martial Arts field, Zhao Hongmei finally made sense of the facts.
This was not a proper Martial Arts Contest at all, but rather Cheng Yu’s overconfident one-man-against-many challenge.
Zhao Hongmei was baffled for a long time, realizing that Cheng Yu caused trouble not only in the real world but also in the cultivation world.
With such a crazy personality, it’s no wonder he was suppressed by both paths; he was simply asking for it.
If Zhao Hongmei were an examiner, knowing Du Ge’s background, she would inevitably label him with Keywords like “troublemaker” or “arrogant.”
Originally planning to leave amidst the cultivators’ contest and being driven away, Zhao Hongmei wasn’t afraid of getting hurt; she just didn’t want to get too involved with another world, especially not with Cheng Yu, who was on a path to certain doom.
But Cheng Yu’s boastful claim that he could defeat everyone in three minutes and his insistence that she didn’t need to leave were too much for her to bear.
So, she stayed put.
Whether to get involved with the cultivation world was secondary; she simply wanted to see Cheng Yu get beaten up.
These past few days had been exhausting for her, and she needed to see something enjoyable to relax.
However, the next scene completely shocked her; Cheng Yu was indeed fierce enough to fight ten at once. Was this the same fresh-faced young man who was ridiculed by everyone?
With such skills, what kind of box office couldn’t he support?
In that moment, Zhao Hongmei suddenly entertained an unrealistic fantasy—maybe Cheng Yu wouldn’t be suppressed after all!
Even if he was a Heavenly Demon, with such prowess, think of how much money he could make for her!
…
“Holy shit, how is this one so fierce?”
“He must be possessed by the Heavenly Demon, everyone be careful, let’s exorcise this demon together.”
“Damn it, stop pulling down my pants, that’s not martial!”
“My magical instrument has been stolen…”
“Ambush, if you have the guts, fight fairly, what skill is there in ambushing?”
“Ah! Don’t pull down my pants!”
The stage was filled with wails and howls. These young cultivators couldn’t organize an effective resistance against Du Ge, a veteran who had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Those skilled in physical techniques couldn’t even catch Du Ge’s sleeve;
Those proficient in Mystical arts lost their edge from the start, unable to even position themselves properly;
Those adept at exorcising spirits were immobilized before they could release their ghosts, and their gourds for containing spirits were snatched away by Du Ge…
…
“Is that all? Really?”
“With just one immobilization talisman, I’ve dominated all of you, and you still have the face to look down on others?”
“I kindly invited you to a meal, who gave you the courage to refuse?”
“If I had used the Five Thunder Talisman, you would have been wiped out in less than a second.”
“Positioning, positioning, too slow, did you learn your footwork from your master’s wife?”
…
Du Ge weaved through the crowd, spouting sarcastic remarks while manipulating the immobilization talisman, stripping them of their clothes.
This time.
He didn’t have the skill of plucking feathers from a passing goose; he stripped them of their clothes purely out of caution.
To prevent them from carrying any strange and unusual protective magical instruments.
After all, unlike the previous Alien Star Battlefield with its severed legacy, this Simulation Field had a complete heritage.
Throughout history, how many heroes have fallen to hidden arrows, to sleeve arrows? Du Ge wasn’t going to make that mistake. By stripping them bare, no arrows could be hidden; heroes often suffer from being too righteous.
Plus, these young people were thin-skinned.
After he pulled away the belt of the one holding the demon-subduing staff, the man had to hold up his pants with one hand, which made his positioning clumsy, how could he still fight?
Especially a few female cultivators, who only cared about screaming and protecting their chests and waists when he approached…
Valuing their dignity more than their lives, they were just a few novices.
They couldn’t compare to those on the Alien Star Battlefield who, even after being stripped and dismembered, still persisted in combat.
…
Chen Ziyong, immobilized and unable to speak, was stunned by Cheng Yu’s display of might; he was the true fan of Du Ge!
Even the act of stripping someone’s clothes was learned; his loss was not unjust!
…
“Convinced?” As the pile of torn clothes on the ground grew, Du Ge’s laughter became more triumphant. “A bunch of weaklings, you can’t even protect your own clothes, am I wrong to look down on you?”
As he spoke.
He forcefully took the pants that the muscular man with the demon-subduing staff was desperately holding onto, and seeing his remaining underwear and flushed face, he kindly reminded, “State your name and Sect, call out ‘Lord Cheng, I submit.’ You can keep your underwear.”
“Despicable.” The muscular man’s face turned even redder as he clutched his underwear. “If you’re capable, don’t ambush!”
Another immobilization talisman greeted him.
The moment he was immobilized, the muscular man’s eyes widened in panic, watching as Du Ge’s hand reached for his underwear. In desperation, spiritual power surged, breaking free from the talisman’s restraint, and he hysterically shouted, “Luo Fan of the Luo family, Lord Cheng, I submit.”
Rip!
The sound of fabric tearing crisply.
Luo Fan’s last shred of dignity left him.
A chorus of screams erupted from the scene, with several female cultivators instinctively covering their eyes.
Luo Fan, covering his privates, his eyes brimming with tears of humiliation, protested, “You… you didn’t keep your word!”
“No, you were just too late,” Du Ge replied with a smile, tossing the small piece of cloth aside, ignoring the collapsed Luo Fan behind him, and pointing to Qingsong, who was still holding his phone, he stomped his foot, stirring up the fallen spiritual talismans, “Thirty seconds left, surrender now or I’ll get serious. Don’t forget, Brother Qingsong is recording all of this…”
“Zhang Ziqing of the Celestial Master Sect, Lord Cheng, I submit.”
“Zhong Xie of the Maoshan Sect, Lord Cheng, I submit.”
“Rosie of Emei, Lord Cheng, I submit,” said Rosie, her face flushed and eyes closed as she shouted.
“Shi Dashan of the Shi family, Lord Cheng, I submit.”
“Bai Qiao of the Bai family, Lord Cheng, I submit.”
…
Voices rose and fell in succession.
The pride of the younger generation from various Sects was completely suppressed by Du Ge.
Each of them had eyes filled with despair and indignation.
They dared not defy him; Luo Fan’s vivid example was right there. Cheng Yu, that big pervert, would really strip them bare.
Was the first battle’s commemoration just to use their stripped videos to threaten them?
Worse than loan sharking.
Cheng Yu was undoubtedly a Heavenly Demon; no normal star, no proper cultivator would do such things…
If there were Keywords, his would definitely be “pervert.”
Better to save the green hills than worry about running out of firewood; first, stabilize this guy, then call the elders from home to exorcise the demon and wash away today’s shame.
This was the unanimous thought in everyone’s mind.
Too humiliating?
“Convinced?” Du Ge asked with a smile.
“Convinced,” everyone nodded in unison.
“I invited you to a meal, will you come?” Du Ge walked among them, several spiritual talismans floating in his palm, smilingly asking.
“We’ll come, definitely,” the crowd echoed.
“Can I look down on you?” Du Ge asked again.
“Yes,” the crowd gritted their teeth.
“Junior brother, that’s enough, don’t go too far,” Qingsong, trembling with the phone in his hand, looked at the miserable juniors from the great Sects, feeling a dark thrill in his heart, but remembering the forces they represented, he couldn’t help but advise.
“Brother, don’t worry, if I wanted to harm them, I would have used the Five Thunder Talisman just now,” Du Ge turned and smiled, “The reason I used the immobilization talisman is to teach these juniors not to be so arrogant. They should be humble when necessary, low-key when appropriate; being too arrogant can easily offend people.”
“…” Qingsong.
“…” Everyone.
“Feeling humiliated? Feeling aggrieved?” Du Ge chuckled, his gaze sweeping over everyone, “I tear off a couple of your clothes, and you all panic, forgetting how to fight.
So what if you lose your clothes? Does it affect your fighting, or does it hinder your spiritual power?
Did none of you inform your seniors today, thinking you could handle me, a one-day-old cultivator, on your own? What if I really were a Heavenly Demon? Do you believe none of you would survive?”
He paused, snorting, “Don’t be resentful; me messing with you is better than a real Heavenly Demon doing so. I mess with you to teach you a lesson; a Heavenly Demon would truly take your lives!”
With that.
He flashed over, dragged the immobilized Chen Ziyong over, tore off his sleeve, and with a finger like a knife, made a cut on his arm.
As everyone watched in shock, Chen Ziyong’s wound rapidly healed.
Du Ge scoffed mockingly, surveying the crowd, “Now, do you still think he’s just an ordinary person with a terminal illness?”
Everyone was stunned.
Especially Zhong Xie and Rosie, who widened their eyes in horror.