I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 305 - 294: One-on-One

What Fan Hong feared most right now was having nothing to do. The Dharma Flower Sect’s ranking wasn’t particularly high, but they were quite wealthy—definitely in the top fifty. However, Fan Hong was a disappointment, and his Sect Leader despaired over his wasted potential. The Sect Leader wasn’t afraid of him causing trouble; he was afraid Fan Hong would just keep acting like a wimp, always trailing after some woman.

Qian Fei had also been recently pondering how to score a major achievement to bolster his standing within the sect. Now, no one above the Thirtieth Layer was competing with him. As long as he consolidated his position, he could simply outlast Qi Feiyu. If he reached the fortieth layer or higher and Qi Feiyu still hadn’t made any significant progress, the sect would surely shift its focus to grooming him instead.

Qian Fei was thrilled. When luck was on your side, nothing could stop it. He was genuinely surprised when he received the message from the Holy Hall, and when he saw that it was none other than Wang Meng who had challenged him to a revenge match, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

They say every sect produces a few die-hard disciples. He couldn’t believe he had actually run into one.

For Wang Meng to dare issue him a deathmatch challenge... he truly didn’t know the meaning of death. Qian Fei had no reason to refuse. The matter had to go through the Hundred Battles Pavilion, and the battle space would be arranged on the spot. ’What kind of tricks could Wang Meng possibly pull?’

An opportunity like this was not to be missed.

The Holy Hall only had a handful of people left in the Cultivation Academy. Killing one meant one less to worry about!

Qian Fei accepted without a moment’s hesitation.

Wang Meng didn’t tell anyone, lest Ma Tian’Er and the others object. Qian Fei also told no one, lest someone else try to steal his glory.

Wang Meng’s plan to exterminate the Ten Thousand Demons Sect had begun...

Qian Fei arrived at the Hundred Battles Pavilion and glanced around. If he had any worries, it was that this Hex Zui fellow might be pulling some trick. But after waiting a short while, he saw Wang Meng arrive alone.

"You’re all alone?" Qian Fei asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice. He had already prepared to fight several opponents; once they were in the Small Thousand Realm for the duel, there were plenty of ways to pick them off one by one.

"To deal with you? I’m more than enough," Wang Meng said with a smile.

Qian Fei was stunned for a moment, then broke into an even wider grin. "Heh heh, Holy Hall Disciples certainly have guts. For that backbone alone, I’ll be sure to leave your corpse intact."

Qian Fei and Wang Meng found the Hundred Battles Pavilion Steward, who, with his usual expressionless face, helped the two of them sign the deathmatch agreement on their Star Rings.

"You are both clear on the terms of the deathmatch agreement. The assigned battle space is the Five-Colored Little Thousand World. Follow me."

the Hundred Battles Pavilion Steward said tonelessly. As soon as the deathmatch agreement was initiated, Qian Fei relaxed. It was impossible to back out now.

Arriving at the location of the Array Technique, the Hundred Battles Pavilion Steward stood to one side and pointed. "Go on in. The one who’s still alive can call me with their Star Ring."

The expressions on both Qian Fei’s and Wang Meng’s faces were a bit strained. The Hundred Battles Pavilion Steward’s tone was always so unsettling.

The two stood inside the Array Technique. The Hundred Battles Pavilion Steward activated it, and after a flash of light, they vanished.

In the Five-Colored Little Thousand World, the light faded in. Wang Meng looked up at the sky, where the clouds were all multi-colored. The Elemental Qi was decent enough, and there was a peculiar feeling in the air.

Wang Meng didn’t need to go searching. This kind of Teleportation Array wouldn’t separate the two combatants by much. All Wang Meng had to do was wait for his opponent to come to him.

Wang Meng found a rock, lay down comfortably on it, and gazed up at the sky. The wind blew past, carrying a sweet fragrance. ’This really is a nice place. Every Small Thousand Realm has its own unique beauty, nurturing different kinds of Cultivators.’

Before long, a figure flashed by, and Qian Fei appeared not far from Wang Meng. Seeing how relaxed Wang Meng was, Qian Fei was truly baffled. ’Is there something wrong with this guy’s head? How can he be so arrogant?’

’Does he really think he can beat me?’

’Or is this a conspiracy? A trap?’

’Impossible. The Hundred Battles Pavilion Steward can’t be bribed. And even if he could be, it wouldn’t be for some little punk from the Holy Hall. So, does that mean he got his hands on some kind of insidious Magical Artifact?’

’That’s a possibility... but with the Holy Hall’s resources and this kid’s level, what kind of Magical Artifact could he possibly obtain?’

Wang Meng sat up. "Took you long enough."

Qian Fei threw his head back and laughed. "I’m at a loss for words. I let you live a little longer, and you’re not even grateful. What a pity. You were lucky to survive our last battle, yet you still dare to come looking for trouble with me. Don’t tell me Hex Zui tricked you into this."

"Why would I need to bother my Senior Brother over such a trivial matter? Once I’ve taken care of you, I imagine the Ten Thousand Demons Sect won’t be so arrogant anymore."

Wang Meng stretched his back. He wasn’t a person who angered easily, but his feud with the Ten Thousand Demons Sect ran too deep. The moment he saw one of their members, he just wanted to beat them to a pulp.

Qian Fei had seen arrogance before, but he’d never seen *this* level of arrogance. This was the kind of tone only a young disciple from a top-ten sect would dare to use—definitely not someone from the Holy Hall.

"You little brat, I’ll give you a three-move head start, so no one in hell can say I bullied a junior!" Qian Fei declared haughtily.

Wang Meng smiled. "You said it!"

He flipped to his feet in one smooth motion. At the same time, Broken Heaven Edge left its sheath as he slashed out with a blast of Sword Qi.

Wang Meng held nothing back. He fully unleashed his Twenty-Fifth Layer Elemental Power, and a five-colored blast of Sword Qi exploded forward.

CRACKLE CRACKLE CRACKLE...

The ground abruptly split apart. Qian Fei, startled, immediately brandished his Long Sword and erupted with Sword Qi, forming a giant Sword Shield.

BOOM...

Qian Fei was blown back more than ten meters before he barely managed to stop himself, his eyes wide with shock as if he had just seen a ghost.

Wang Meng shrugged. "I was wondering about that peculiar feeling. The Elemental Qi here is average, but the Five Elements characteristics of this Small Thousand Realm seem to be exceptionally prominent. Looks like your luck is really terrible."

Qian Fei was an experienced cultivator. Gripping his sword, his expression turned grave. "This is impossible. How can someone possess the Five Elements..."

"Heh heh, allow me to educate you. This is called a Five Elements Body. Very few people have it. As it happens, there’s one standing right in front of you."

Wang Meng rested Broken Heaven Edge on his shoulder, completely at ease. He loved this kind of uninterrupted deathmatch, where he could fully enjoy the thrill of battle.

The grave expression on Qian Fei’s face gradually relaxed. "It seems our loss last time was no accident. A pity you were too hasty. If you’d waited until you reached the Thirtieth Layer, you might have actually been a problem. But as you are now, all you can do is die!"

Qian Fei’s figure shot forward. So much for a three-move head start. The motto of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect was: there is no "most shameless," only "more shameless."

Kill!

Qian Fei finally understood why the kid was so confident. ’Thank goodness he’s young and reckless,’ he thought. ’Otherwise, he really would have become a major threat down the line.’

Hex Zui and the others were shocked. This was the time all the Holy Hall Disciples were supposed to gather, but Wang Meng was absent. He had been very punctual recently, so his sudden absence was strange. Ma Tian’Er asked Fan Hong about it, and Fan Hong, being the unreliable person that he was—especially with zero resistance to beautiful women—spilled everything the moment Ma Tian’Er asked him gently.

The group rushed to the Hundred Battles Pavilion. After confirming the situation with the Steward, everyone was left dumbfounded.

Hex Zui was beside himself with anger. "Foolish! Foolish! Utterly foolish!"

He had such high hopes for Wang Meng. Wang Meng, Ma Tian’Er, and Li Tianyi were the future of the Holy Hall. He would die to protect the three of them! ’Where there’s life, there’s hope!’ But Wang Meng... he was a living, breathing example of all brawn and no brains!

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