Chapter 122: Mr. Yujing’s Vision

"What... what kind of joke is this!" After hearing Mr. Yujing’s words, a bald man beside the middle-aged fatty grew visibly panicked. Like the fatty, he was a member of the tournament organizing committee. Though he lacked the weight of Mr. Yujing’s position, he was still a man of influence.

"Mr. Yujing," the middle-aged man with the center-parted hair wiped the sweat from his forehead and began to explain cautiously. He did not actually want to fall out with such a powerful figure. "But it is precisely because we have kept things within a controllable range that we have successfully held every tournament until now. If you summon even more ferocious demons, not only will we be in danger, but your own life will be at risk as well..."

"And so what?" Upon hearing this, Mr. Yujing leaned back, crossed his hands over his abdomen, and looked at the several BBC members opposite him. "...That is what makes it interesting. You truly lack any sense of style."

"You’re insane, you must be insane," the bald middle-aged man said loudly, picking up his walkie-talkie. "Come in!" He then pointed at Mr. Yujing sitting on the sofa opposite and declared, "I believe you are mentally unstable, Yujing! If we truly let you win the prize money for this tournament, it could result in catastrophic consequences for the entire world. Therefore, you are no longer fit to participate in this Martial Arts Tournament. On behalf of all the shareholders of the organizing committee, I formally announce the termination of your position as an executive of the Dark Martial Arts Tournament..."

As he spoke, the hall doors opened, and five fully armed demons entered the luxurious lounge reserved for the organizers. They stood behind the BBC members, awaiting orders from their masters.

Because they provided financial sponsorship, these demons—equipped with special weapons and granted free access to the tournament grounds—were a privilege issued by the committee to these special participants to better protect the organizers' personal safety. Mr. Yujing, by contrast, had only the Sikong brothers with him.

"I knew you would say that, which is why I remained silent," Mr. Yujing said, glancing at the Sikong brothers as they stepped forward. "This is also for your own good..."

"Shut your mouth!" Seemingly completely enraged by Yujing’s words, or perhaps harboring other thoughts of his own, the man refused to hear any more explanations. He waved a hand at Yujing and commanded the demons behind him: "Get him! Kill him!"

Reckless behavior demands a painful price, especially when one has not properly investigated the strength of their opponent. The BBC members and their bodyguards were no exception. Within ten seconds, their heads had burst like balloons, and blood stained the floor of the entire hall.

"What do you think of me, Sikong Lang?" Mr. Yujing picked up the red wine on the table and took a sip. Mixed with the demons' blood, the wine appeared exceptionally vivid.

"I don't know if you're crazy—but," Sikong Lang turned to look at Mr. Yujing, "I will still help you accomplish what you wish to do." He raised his right hand and looked at the bloodstains on it. "I am already too powerful in the human world. With my current demonic energy, I cannot reach the Demon World through the space distorted by my power. But once I defeat Qin Xiaochuan, I can use the gateway you open to reach the Demon World and seek out new opponents."

"Well said. Would you like a glass?"

"I’m not good with alcohol. Give me some fruit juice."

"Cheers..."

The night sky over the island was exceptionally silent and enchanting. Zhang Yang sat cross-legged on the ground, staring quietly at the item on the grass for hours. The Spirit-Gathering Sword lay before him. "The Spirit-Gathering Sword absorbs the user's spiritual energy and transforms it into any shape the user desires. As for the side effects after use, I don't know," he recalled Junfu’s parting words. Zhang Yang had not dared to touch the sword; if using it affected his body or physical functions, the consequences would be dire. If he ended up with any kind of (bedroom) performance dysfunction, his life would be ruined. Damn it, he hadn't even married yet!

Because of this, Zhang Yang hadn't touched the sword. But then, his stomach rumbled. Since morning, he had only had a cup of soy milk and a slice of bread. Urged on by hunger and time, Zhang Yang finally reached out and picked up the precious sword. If it’s fate, you can’t avoid it; if it’s a disaster, you can’t hide from it. Thinking this, he stood up, gripped the hilt with both hands, and channeled his spiritual energy into it.

It felt as if his entire supply of spiritual energy was being drained. Zhang Yang felt the sword automatically absorbing his energy. After about a third of his spiritual power was gone, the hilt suddenly began to glow. Looking at the spirit sword in his hand, Zhang Yang let out a shout...

"Xiaochuan... Xiaochuan, it’s amazing! This is my new weapon, ha ha..." After returning to the hotel, Zhang Yang bounded up the stairs, pushed open his room door, and burst in. "Xia..." Seeing Qin Xiaochuan radiating spiritual energy, Zhang Yang was stunned. Honestly, he had never felt such immense spiritual energy from anyone. No wonder he could fire such massive spirit bullets. Had this guy taken some kind of aphrodisiac? "You..."

"Oh, it's Zhang Yang," Qin Xiaochuan retracted his energy and turned to look at him. "What's wrong?"

"Your spiritual energy is terrifying," Zhang Yang gestured at him, feeling unconvinced. "But everyone’s energy is different. I have a spirit sword that is one of a kind in the world!"

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"What are you shouting about again, you guy?"

As they spoke, Feiyan walked in from outside. It seemed he had made some gains; his entire right arm was blackened beyond recognition. He had heard Zhang Yang yelling from the hallway.

"Feiyan."

"Hey, what happened to your right arm?" Zhang Yang greeted him, looking at the blackened limb.

"It's nothing," Feiyan lifted his right arm, looked at it, and muttered to himself, "It wasn't behaving, so I let it feel some pain."

"Hahaha," Zhang Yang burst into laughter. Feiyan was just Feiyan; even his way of speaking was so arrogant. "With this, only Bai Ying is missing..."

"I'm already here," Bai Ying walked over from the doorway. "I've been here the whole time."

"Great, everyone's here, ha ha! By the way, who hasn't eaten yet?"

"Me."

"..."

"Me too."

"Alright, let's go eat together. We have a big battle tomorrow. Are you coming, Feiyan?"

"You talk too much." Watching the three guys walk out, Feiyan looked at his right arm again and followed silently.

The next day at noon, the long-awaited grand finale of the Dark Martial Arts Tournament was about to begin. The stands were packed, with even the aisles and entrances filled with enthusiastic fans who had bought standing-room tickets. Watching the start of the final, many excited spectators waved their cheering sticks, shouting things inaudible.

"Xiaochuan, how are the arrangements for the fifth team member replacing Master Jinghai?"

"Actually, he has already arrived." Hearing Bai Ying's question, Qin Xiaochuan turned to answer. Half an hour before the tournament started, the four of them had arrived at the arena, standing in the competitors' entrance tunnel, waiting for the referee's announcement.

"Did the old lady really leave because of something important? But then again, she looked exhausted after the fight with the Spirit-Slayer Sword and Junfu. It's as if she exhausted all her spiritual energy during the match."

"What a gratifying guy! Sigh..."

"Shorty, do you want to fight again?"

"What, do you want to be turned into roast goose?"

"You..."

Just as the two rivals were bickering, the exceptionally sweet voice of Ms. Xingmeng echoed through the arena. "Dear audience, apologies for making you wait. Please welcome the members of Team Qin Xiaochuan to the stage!"

As the tunnel gates opened, Qin Xiaochuan, Zhang Yang, Bai Ying, and Feiyan walked into the arena. Seeing them emerge, the demons in the stands became restless. Ribbons, glow sticks, and cheering sticks were thrown at them.

"Go to hell! How do you have the face to walk in here!"

"Damn humans!"

"A bunch of scumbags!"

"How could they be allowed to enter!"

"A bunch of losers!"

"Die, all of you!"

"And you, Bai Ying and Feiyan, you are the shame of all demons!"

"I’m betting my entire fortune that you lose! Die, Team Qin Xiaochuan!"

"For our sake, just die!!"

"Now, please welcome the members of Team Sikong!"

"Ohhh!!! Go Sikong! We support you!!"

"Team Sikong is sure to win!"

"Sikong Lang is invincible!"

"We’re rooting for you, Sikong Lang!"

"Go Team Sikong!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"