Chapter 125: The Fat Man Who Was Played for a Fool
A fierce punch was thrown, smashing into Feibo’s face!
"Damn it!"
"What the hell!"
"What a big damn it!"
"Unbelievable!"
"Despicable scoundrel, shameless fiend!"
...
The crowd erupted into a commotion, erupting in furious curses.
Nan Bowan staggered back several steps with a “thump, thump, thump,” then stomped his foot hard, coming to a stop. He shook his dizzy head groggily.
Reaching up to touch his warm nose, he blinked in disbelief—damn, it was bleeding everywhere!
“Ahhh!”
“You despicable scoundrel! I’ll tear you apart!”
Nan Bowan shouted angrily, his cultivation aura blossoming fiercely. Streams of spiritual power burst forth, marking the sign of a Spirit Gathering Realm cultivator!
He strode forward with long, determined strides, charging at Ye Wuya!
A surge of spiritual energy coiled around his fist, aiming straight for Ye Wuya’s face.
“Shattered Stone Fist!”
Seeing Ye Wuya stand unmoving, Nan Bowan’s heart leapt with joy, and he intensified his force.
One meter!
Half a meter!
His fist was less than half a palm’s distance from Ye Wuya’s face!
Suddenly, the fat man’s pupils contracted as if he saw something unbelievable.
His fist was stopped by a heavily scarred palm, and the punch abruptly ceased!
“Too slow.”
Ye Wuya twisted his hand to grip Nan Bowan’s fist, spun his body, and fiercely threw him into the sky!
The fat man shot upward like a sharp sword with a “whoosh,” soaring over a thousand feet in an instant. In moments, he had breached over a hundred meters high!
“Ahhh!”
The crowd stared blankly, chills running down their spines. How much strength did it take to hurl a three to four hundred pound man a hundred meters into the air?
“Ahhh!”
Nan Bowan let out a pig-like scream, utterly miserable, his throat nearly torn apart.
“Sect Leader, should we intervene? At this height, relying solely on Nan Bowan’s Spirit Gathering Realm fourth level strength, if he falls, he might die instantly…”
On another peak, Elder Seven asked a nearby woman.
The woman glanced in the direction of Ye Wuya’s martial stage and replied calmly, “No need, he should know his limits.”
“Ahhh, help!”
Nan Bowan’s nose ran wildly, his face distorted by the fierce wind as his jowls trembled uncontrollably.
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The entire person had flown to a hundred meters high and then began to fall.
Fifty meters!
Thirty meters!
Ten meters!
Ye Wuya moved, stomping his left foot fiercely. The ground cracked in all directions like a spiderweb, and he rocketed toward Nan Bowan like a rocket.
“It’s over!”
Nan Bowan closed his eyes in despair, certain this was the end.
“Sect Leader, if you don’t act now, it will be too late!”
Elder Seven shouted at the sect leader again, watching Ye Wuya rushing toward Nan Bowan.
“Calm down,” the sect leader replied lightly, his voice as melodious as a nightingale.
“Fatty, Spirit Gathering Guard One, condense your spiritual power inside, rotate your dantian…”
Ye Wuya quickly transmitted his voice to the fat man using a secret sound transmission method he had learned in the Scripture Pavilion, condensing the voice into a thread and sending it directly into the other’s ear!
Though on the surface Ye Wuya was only versed in medical arts, never forget his powerful divine sense!
Thanks to his concealment, even the deputy sect leader hadn’t noticed that in less than a month, he had already memorized all the records in the Scripture Pavilion.
This was all done in secret; even Jiang Xiaoxiao was unaware. The method of using divine sense had been discovered from the coffin lid!
When he touched the region on the coffin lid with his divine sense, the cultivation formula for divine sense was transmitted into his mind sea.
That’s also why he had Jiang Xiaoxiao carefully store it away when they left.
He suspected that the coffin lid was inscribed with countless immortal secrets, only one with immense divine sense could uncover the mysteries within. Ye Wuya was that person.
This single discovery alone had propelled his divine sense ability to leap forward. Like a surveillance camera, he could see clearly even with his eyes closed!
His divine sense extended about a hundred meters in all directions—360 degrees, no blind spots!
He speculated the coffin lid and coffin were a complete set of magical instruments.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t gained anything more for now.
“Let’s go!”
Ye Wuya grabbed the fat man in midair, using his arm for leverage, his waist as an axis, and his momentum as the ground, flipping the fat man several times before hurling him fiercely into the sky again!
“Spin! Leap!”
Ye Wuya chuckled.
“Ahhh!”
The fat man’s miserable scream once again pierced the long sky!
After several repetitions...
“Sect Leader, that disciple’s spiritual power seems to be solidifying a lot!” Elder Seven said in disbelief.
“Hmm!”
...
“Bang!”
The fat man crashed onto the ground, frothing at the mouth, completely unconscious.
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That day, there was yet another cultivator who developed a fear of heights!
Ye Wuya clapped his hands, revealing a wicked smile as he looked down at the inner sect disciples below, chuckling sinisterly.
Ye Wuya’s ugly scarred face, combined with that evil grin, made the inner sect disciples tighten their grips.
With a loud murmur, the crowd all stepped back a few paces.
“Is this man a demon?”
“Exactly! Even the fat guy got completely exhausted playing with him.”
“And he’s foaming at the mouth like that!”
Ye Wuya: “”
Exhausted? Foaming? I’m not crazy, I’m not losing it!
Playing your game?
“Hey, you! Come up here!”
Ye Wuya pointed viciously at a female disciple and shouted!
The girl seemed frightened, stepping back a few more paces, shaking her head like a rattle.
“You! And you! All of you, come up together!”
This time Ye Wuya pointed at four or five Spirit Gathering Realm ninth-level cultivators, his attitude arrogant and ostentatious!
The crowd took another few steps back, and those five were instantly singled out!
They looked at each other dumbfounded.
“Are we going up?”
“Can five of us beat him?”
“Why don’t you guys go first?”
“...”
The five hesitated, pulling each other along. With the fat man’s example fresh in their minds, they could clearly tell Ye Wuya was definitely a Spirit Gathering Realm cultivator or higher. At least, they couldn’t kill the fat guy in an instant.
They stood frozen, caught between advancing and retreating.
Ye Wuya looked at their indecision and stoked the fire again: “If you’re men, step up! Don’t be weak like women, dithering like this!”
“Damn it, still not coming up? This is unbearable!”
“This is a matter of men’s honor.”
“I think those guys aren’t even men!”
A few female disciples in the crowd whispered.
That was like poking a hornet’s nest. The disciples Ye Wuya named suddenly drew their swords!
“Charge!”
The five rushed onto the martial stage, brandishing their swords, surrounding Ye Wuya in a circle!