Chapter 281 - - 279 It’s fortunate that I was the one who hit you_1

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Arriving at the Martial Arts Stage, Zhao Hongmei finally got a clear picture of the situation.

This was not at all a proper martial arts competition, but rather Cheng Yu recklessly taking on a group all by himself.

Zhao Hongmei was dumbfounded for a long while, realizing that not only had Cheng Yu caused trouble in the real world, but he had also stirred up trouble in the Cultivation World.

With such a crazy personality, it was no wonder he was blacklisted by both parties; he simply had it coming.

If Zhao Hongmei were an examiner, knowing Duge's background, she would have inevitably labeled him with keywords like "troublemaker" or "arrogant".

The cultivators were battling, and she was being chased away, so Zhao Hongmei originally intended to leave with the flow,

Not because she was afraid of getting hurt--- the key reason was she didn't want to get too involved with another world, especially not wanting to get too involved with Cheng Yu, who was on an obvious path to destruction.

Yet, Cheng Yu's claim that he would defeat everyone in three minutes and insisting she didn't need to leave, with such an arrogant demeanor, was more than she could stand.

Therefore, she stayed where she was without moving.

Whether to get involved with the Cultivation World was secondary; she simply wanted to see Cheng Yu get beaten up.

She had lived too taxing a life these past few days and needed something pleasant to relax her mood.

But what happened next completely stunned her: Cheng Yu actually proved to be so fierce that he could take on ten, was this the same fresh meat ridiculed by everyone?

With this capability, what kind of box office couldn't he carry?

In that moment, Zhao Hongmei suddenly harbored an unrealistic fantasy, maybe Cheng Yu wouldn't be banned after all!

Even if he were a Heavenly Demon, it wouldn't matter; with skills like that, he would make a fortune for her!

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"Holy shit, how is this guy so fierce?"

"He must be possessed by a Heavenly Demon, everyone be careful, work together to exorcise the demon."

"Damn it, don't pull down my pants, that's not honorable in martial arts."

"My Magic Artifact has been stolen..."

"Ambush, if you have any skill fight fair and square, what ability is there in ambushing?"

"Ah! Don't pull down my pants!"

On the stage, there was wailing and howling; this group of young cultivators couldn't organize an effective resistance against Duge, an old hand who had emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Those who were good at physical martial arts couldn't even catch Duge's sleeve;

Those skilled in the art of evasion lost the initiative from the start and couldn't even move properly;

The experts in exorcising ghosts were immobilized before they could release their ghosts; the gourds used to contain them were snatched away by Duge...

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"That's it? That's all?"

"With just one Immobilizing Talisman, I've dominated all of you. Do you still have the face to look down on others?"

"I kindly invited you all to a meal, who gave you the courage to refuse?"

"If I had used the Five Thunder Talisman, I'm afraid you would have been wiped out in less than a second."

"Movement, movement, too slow, did you learn your body techniques from your sect mistress?"

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Duge moved among the crowd, speaking mocking words while controlling the Immobilizing Talismans and pulling off their clothes.

This time.

He didn't have the skill of Plucking Feathers in Passing, taking people's clothes off was entirely out of caution.

To prevent them from carrying any strange protective Magic Artifacts.

After all, unlike the last heritage which was cut off in the Alien Battlefield, this simulation environment had a complete heritage.

Throughout history, how many heroes have fallen to hidden arrows, arrows up the sleeve; Duge was not going to make that mistake. By stripping them, no arrows could be concealed; heroes fall because they're too righteous.

And these young people had thin skin.

After he took off the belt with the Demon-Subduing Pestle dangling from it, the guy kept holding up his pants with one hand and couldn't move properly anymore. How could he fight Duge?

Especially a few of the female cultivators, when they saw him coming, were just screaming and protecting their chests and waists...

They valued their dignity more than their lives; they were just a bunch of rookies.

You couldn't compare them to those of the Alien Battlefield who continued to fight with dignity, even after being stripped and dismembered.

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Unable to move or speak, Chen Ziyong watched Cheng Yu's magnificent performance and was completely stunned; he must have been Duge's biggest fan!

He even learned how to strip people of their clothes; his loss wasn't injustice!

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"Do you submit?" As the pile of torn clothes on the ground grew, Duge's laughter became even more triumphant, "A bunch of weaklings, unable to protect even your clothes, am I wrong for looking down on you?"

While speaking,

he forcefully took the trousers held tightly by the burly man wielding the Demon-Subduing Pestle, and upon seeing his remaining underwear and his face flushed with embarrassment, he kindly reminded him, “Just announce your name and sect, shout ‘Master Cheng, I yield,’ and you can keep your underwear!”

“Despicable,” the burly man’s face turned even redder as he grabbed his underwear with both hands, “Fight fair if you dare, without sneak attacks!”

What greeted him next was another Immobilizing Talisman.

The moment he was immobilized, the burly man’s eyes widened in shock, watching helplessly as Duge’s hand grabbed his underwear. In desperation and with spiritual power surging, he broke free from the restraint of the Immobilizing Talisman and shouted hysterically, “Luo Family’s Luo Fan, Master Cheng, I yield!”

Rip!

A crisp sound of fabric tearing.

Luo Fan’s last shred of dignity left him.

Screams erupted from the crowd, and several female cultivators instinctively covered their eyes.

Luo Fan covered his privates, his eyes brimming with tears of humiliation, “You… you broke your promise!”

“No, you just spoke too late,” Duge chuckled, tossing a small piece of cloth aside, ignoring Luo Fan who was collapsing behind him, and pointing to Qing Song who was always holding his phone, he stomped his foot, causing more Spirit Talismans to scatter on the ground, “You have thirty seconds left to surrender. If you don’t, I’ll get rough. And don’t forget, Brother Qing Song is recording everything…”

“Heavenly Master Sect, Zhang Ziqing, Master Cheng, I yield.”

“Maoshan Sect, Xie Zhong, Master Cheng, I yield.”

“Emei Sect’s Luo Xi, Master Cheng, I yield,” cried Luo Xi, her face flushed and eyes shut, her clothes barely covering her body.

“Shi Family, Shi Dashan, Master Cheng, I yield.”

“Bai Family, Bai Qiao, Master Cheng, I yield.”

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One after another, these voices rose and fell.

The pride in the hearts of the promising younger generation from the various sects was completely crushed by Duge.

Their eyes were filled with despair and indignation.

They dared not refuse, with the living example of Luo Fan right there—Cheng Yu, that big pervert, would indeed strip them bare.

What was that about commemorating their first battle? It was all just to blackmail them with videos of their nudity?

More detestable than loan sharks.

Cheng Yu was undoubtedly a Heavenly Demon, no normal celebrity or respectable cultivator would ever do something like this…

If there were keywords to describe him, ‘pervert’ would surely be one.

There’s a saying, ‘As long as the green mountains are there, one need not worry about firewood.’ First, deal with this troublemaker—get the adults from home to come over and exorcise the demon, to cleanse today’s humiliation.

This was the collective thought among everyone present.

Feeling utterly humiliated?

“Have you all yielded?” Duge asked with a smile.

“We have,” the crowd nodded in unison.

“I’ll treat you all to a meal, will you come?” Duge walked among them, a few Spirit Talismans floating above his palm, asking with a smile.

“We’ll come, definitely,” the crowd replied in unison.

“Can I look down on you?” Duge asked again.

“Yes,” the crowd gritted their teeth.

“Little junior brother, that’s enough, don’t go too far,” Qing Song’s hand trembled as he held his phone. He looked at the miserable younger generation of the great sects, feeling a dark satisfaction, but recalling the power they represented, he still couldn’t help but advise.

“Senior brother, don’t worry. If I wanted to hurt them, I would have used the Five Thunder Talisman instead,” Duge turned and smiled, “I used the Immobilizing Talisman to remind these youngsters that they shouldn’t be so arrogant in the future. They need to be modest and low-profile. Being too ostentatious can easily offend people.”

“…” Qing Song.

“…” The crowd.

“Feel humiliated, do you? Feel wronged, huh!” Duge laughed and scanned the crowd, “I tear off a couple of your clothes and you all forget yourselves, you even forget how to fight.

What’s the big deal if you lose your clothes? Does it affect your ability to fight, or does it hinder your spiritual power circulation?

Not a single one informed your superiors about today’s incident, did you think you could beat me, a one-day-old cultivator, on your own? What if I were really a Heavenly Demon? Believe me, none of you would have survived,” he paused and snorted, “Don’t be dissatisfied. I’m messing with you for your own good, better than a real Heavenly Demon doing it. If it’s me, it’s just a lesson. If it’s a demon, they’re really after your lives!”

As he spoke,

he flashed over and dragged over Chen Ziyong whom he had immobilized, tore off his sleeve, and with a finger sharp as a knife, he made a cut on Chen’s arm.

To everyone’s astonishment, Chen Ziyong’s wound quickly healed.

Duge mocked with a laugh, surveying the crowd, “Now, do you still think he’s just a common man with a terminal illness?”

The crowd was stunned.

Especially Xie Zhong and Luo Xi, who were wide-eyed with shock and fear.

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