Chapter 166: Beaten Half to Death
Chapter 166: Beaten Half to Death
As the loud bang faded, a mournful scream tore through the air, shaking the entire arena.
On the Battle Platform, the smoke dispersed rapidly, revealing the figures of the two combatants.
Cheng Lingyu stood poised in mid-air, his handsome face expressionless.
Wang Yun lay collapsed—or more accurately, knelt broken at Cheng Lingyu’s feet. His arms hung uselessly, knees reduced to pulp, features twisted in agony as pitiful cries escaped his lips.
The crowd stared in stunned silence. Wang Yun’s crushing defeat contrasted starkly with Cheng Lingyu’s untouched state—an unbelievable outcome.
More striking was Wang Yun’s humiliating posture: kneeling before his victor with mangled limbs, face contorted in pain, blood-red eyes blazing with helpless fury.
Cheng Lingyu remained motionless as stone, neither striking nor speaking, yet delivering overwhelming humiliation to Feixing Ridge.
All understood this as retaliation for Feixing Ridge’s actions from yesterday through this morning.
Mu Wu’s face flushed with exhilaration.
“Good! Well done…”
Fang Ruohua nodded approval. “This is how it should be handled.”
Mu Hua muttered, “This one plays rough.”
Among Feixing Ridge disciples, angry shouts erupted. Zhong Zhenlong glared daggers at Cheng Lingyu, jaw clenched tight enough to crack teeth.
Wang Yun’s wails gradually subsided into ragged breaths. Rage overrode reason as he snarled, “I’ll kill you!”
Though limbless, Wang Yun forced open his seven cave heavens, murder gleaming in his eyes.
He unleashed a spiritual attack, driving all seven cave heavens toward Cheng Lingyu in a desperate killing strike.
Cheng Lingyu had waited for surrender, but Wang Yun squandered his final opportunity.
When Cheng Lingyu reopened his eyes, their sharp glint pierced Wang Yun’s soul, freezing him mid-assault.
Wang Yun’s spiritual attack surged forward regardless—seven martial souls within the cave heavens vibrating violently, launching their assault.
Sword shadows materialized in Cheng Lingyu’s gaze as Soul Severing Technique merged with Dreamy Magic Eyes. Ripples distorted the void where his eyes focused—visible manifestations of intense mental oscillations.
Mental combat was Cheng Lingyu’s specialty, especially after merging two Immortal Souls. Wang Yun’s cultivation level, while respectable among ordinary warriors, meant nothing against such a foe.
Cheng Lingyu would have ended this peacefully with a surrender. But Wang Yun’s Feixing Ridge pride and burning hatred sealed his fate.
From Wang Yun’s cave heavens, the seven martial souls released devastating spiritual waves while the cave heavens themselves launched physical attacks—a deadly dual assault few could withstand.
Cheng Lingyu simply activated his Magic Eyes. His spirit coalesced into a blade—a counterattack meant to teach Feixing Ridge their lesson.
Light flashed. Martial souls shattered. Wang Yun’s enraged howl echoed as his mind fractured.
Expressionless, Cheng Lingyu’s knife-sharp gaze methodically destroyed each martial soul and cave heaven. The crowd watched in horrified silence.
“Stop this madness!” A Feixing Ridge disciple screamed. Annihilating all martial souls and cave heavens would erase Wang Yun’s cultivation entirely.
This was a hundred times worse than physical disability—the most dreadful fate a cultivator could face.
Cheng Lingyu remained impassive. His actions hadn’t been deliberate aggression, merely accidental overexertion during defense.
In moments, Wang Yun’s screams faded. All seven martial souls were obliterated, his seven cave heavens shattered. Crippled in limbs and cultivation, the newly joined disciple was utterly finished.
Liu Haocun appeared, glaring coldly at Cheng Lingyu.
“Tournament rules state intentional harm leads to disqualification.”
“Did I harm anyone intentionally?” Cheng Lingyu countered.
He drifted back to his elder brother Wan Fang’s side without another word.
Liu Haocun’s rage simmered. How dare a mere Soul Martial disciple defy him?
“Announce it already! Why delay? Can’t stomach losing?”
A Fallen God Ridge disciple shouted from the viewing platform.
Liu Haocun gritted his teeth. Feixing Ridge’s friendly match couldn’t afford humiliation.
Swallowing his pride for appearances, Liu Haocun declared Cheng Lingyu the winner.
Matches resumed, but chatter fixated on Cheng Lingyu’s brutal victory.
Previously unknown in Lou Ri City, the stern-faced youth now burned into everyone’s memory.
Mu Wu shot Cheng Lingyu a grateful smile.
Fang Ruohua grinned, thumbs up. “Nicely done!”
Mu Hua chuckled. “Keep rolling.”
Cheng Lingyu shrugged. “Next round’ll have more Feixing Ridge opponents.”
“Perfect,” Mu Hua said. “Crush them all. Teach ’em a lesson.”
“They might retaliate against you later,” Cheng Lingyu warned.
Fang Ruohua snorted. “Too late for caution. We’re past pleasantries.”
They kept watching, eyes tracking Feixing Ridge’s movements.
The first round’s twelve matches took two hours. Feixing Ridge sent four disciples—all except Wang Yun advanced.
Cheng Lingyu’s lips quirked. Zhong Zhenlong’s handiwork was obvious.
His victory over that monkey had revealed shocking combat power.
Zhong Zhenlong knew one fighter couldn’t break him. Hence four Soul Martial Fourth Realm elites—all deployed to humble Cheng Lingyu.
“Second round first match: Feixing Ridge’s Jiang Bin versus Fallen God Ridge’s Cheng Lingyu!”
The crowd roared. Excitement crackled through the arena.
Cheng Lingyu threw Mu Wu a meaningful glance. No words needed.
Mu Wu’s fists clenched, eyes blazing.
On the Lou Ri Battle Platform, Jiang Bin sneered. “Brutal methods shorten lifespans, brat.”
Cheng Lingyu answered with a faint, dismissive smile.
Jiang Bin’s face darkened, and he instantly erupted in fury.
“You arrogant fool, face my strike!”
Seeing no room for words, the two men immediately clashed.
This time, Cheng Lingyu shifted tactics, launching an aggressive offense from the outset. Butterflies streamed from his fingertips, fluttering around them.
Jiang Bin desperately dodged, but Cheng Lingyu’s Magic Eyes easily pierced through his feints. With superior speed and movement technique, Cheng Lingyu sealed all escape routes.
With a furious roar, Jiang Bin unleashed six cave heavens, launching wild attacks.
Cheng Lingyu countered each move with brutal efficiency. His physical body possessed monstrous strength – each palm strike carried the crushing weight of Mount Tai descending, forcing Jiang Bin back with every blow.
Frustrated, Jiang Bin activated his seventh cave heaven. His combat power surged anew, fists blazing like fireballs that scorched time and space.
Cheng Lingyu responded with Seven Butterfly Shadows. Seven-Leaf Butterflies materialized mid-air, their mesmerizing wings beating gracefully as they transformed.
Holding back his true power, Cheng Lingyu sought to humble the Feixing Ridge disciple without revealing his full capabilities.
Though Jiang Bin fought fiercely with impressive techniques, Cheng Lingyu’s relentless pressure never wavered. The crowd murmured curiously – Cheng Lingyu still hadn’t activated any cave heavens.
Thirty moves flashed by. Jiang Bin remained trapped in defense, his counterattacks and evasions proving useless.
“Is this your limit?”
Cheng Lingyu’s taunt pierced the arena, audible to all.
Enraged, Jiang Bin suddenly produced a black weapon reeking of poison – a highly toxic Wu Hook.
Cheng Lingyu’s eyes flickered faintly, his lips curling in a cold smile.
Fallen God Ridge disciples immediately shouted protests – weapon use violated the rules. Liu Haocun stayed silent, his cold gaze showing clear bias.
“Die, Cheng Lingyu!”
Jiang Bin swung the venomous hook in deadly arcs.
“Utter those words in Yunyang City, and you’d be corpses.”
“This isn’t Yunyang City,” Jiang Bin sneered.
“True. You’ll live today – but remember this humiliation.”
As Cheng Lingyu spoke, Seven-Leaf Butterflies swirled around him, forming intricate defensive formations. Countless sword lights coalesced into a lethal ring shooting toward Jiang Bin.
Jiang Bin braced with all seven cave heavens while firing black sword energy from his hook at Cheng Lingyu’s vitals.
Cheng Lingyu charged forward, his Dreamy Magic Eyes flashing. Jiang Bin’s mind blanked momentarily under the hypnotic assault.
Sun-bright sword light erupted from Cheng Lingyu, blinding the spectators. A bloodcurdling scream tore through Lou Ri Battle Platform as light engulfed everything.
When vision returned, Jiang Bin knelt trembling – knees shattered, blood pooling beneath him, his own poison hook buried in his chest. All seven cave heavens lay broken, his martial soul extinguished. The outcome mirrored Wang Yun’s defeat, but far swifter.
One move. That’s all it took to cripple Jiang Bin.
Liu Haocun glared furiously, but the outcome was irreversible.