I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 297 - 286: Desperate Counterattack

Hex Zui and Mu Ziqing were clearly not going to sit around and wait for death. Wang Meng didn’t know what kind of preparations they were making, but he was also carefully preparing himself.

The results of Hex Zui and Mu Ziqing’s battles were in, and it certainly wasn’t good news.

Don’t be fooled by Hex Zui and Mu Ziqing’s usual, slightly snobbish behavior; their strength was nothing to scoff at. Anyone sent to the Cultivation Academy who managed to gain a firm foothold was no weakling. Their attitudes were entirely a product of their environment. However, this time, the Ten Thousand Demons Sect was far more prepared than the Holy Hall. In terms of overall Sect structure, the Holy Hall was indeed not as extreme as the Ten Thousand Demons Sect.

Hex Zui and Mu Ziqing had one win and one loss, fighting the Ten Thousand Demons Sect to a draw. Hex Zui won but was severely injured. Mu Ziqing lost, and with it, his life.

When they saw Hex Zui again, he seemed to have aged a great deal, his face pale. Perhaps his injuries weren’t what truly dejected him. Mu Ziqing was dead. His best friend at the Cultivation Academy was gone. From now on, he would be all alone. Hex Zui didn’t know how to face it. ’Perhaps this is the path of Cultivation,’ he thought. ’No one is to blame.’

"My junior brothers, the final round is up to you. I am useless and can’t help you any further."

With those words, Hex Zui left, his figure swaying. He didn’t let Ning Zhiquan see him off.

Watching Hex Zui’s departing figure, the pressure on everyone grew even heavier.

"The Ten Thousand Demons Sect is going too far! Junior Brother Wang, Junior Sister Ma, Mingren, you can’t lose heart! We have no path of retreat. Although the situation is dire, Brother Hex Zui still fought to give us a sliver of hope!"

Ning Zhiquan couldn’t help at a time like this; all he could do was offer the three of them encouragement. His Elemental Power was only a little past the threshold, putting him in an awkward "not good enough for the top, but too good for the bottom" phase. He was guaranteed to lose if he fought above the Thirtieth Layer, but he was ineligible to participate below it. It was a frustrating time, leaving him with strength he had no way to use.

Li Tianyi was even more frustrated. This was exactly the kind of situation he loved, but he couldn’t even participate. It was incredibly vexing.

Tang Wei, on the other hand, felt the heavy pressure. Since coming to the Cultivation Academy, he had managed to secure his position by risking his life, but he knew better than anyone how deep the waters ran here. If it were his turn to fight, he wouldn’t hesitate for a second, but right now, he truly couldn’t help.

Unlike the solemn atmosphere on the Holy Hall’s side, the members of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect were holding a banquet at the Drunken Immortal Tower.

"Congratulations, Brother Qi, on finally eliminating a great enemy!"

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect congratulated him in unison. It was obvious that there were more Ten Thousand Demons Sect disciples at the Cultivation Academy than there were from the Holy Hall. This was a strategic misstep on the part of the Sword God, Xuee Zhongnan. Wang Meng and his batch were meant to be a remedy, but it was a little too late.

"Heh heh, it is all thanks to the Sect Leader’s great fortune. But we can’t celebrate too early. The day after tomorrow, the three of you must press the attack in one final push. Leave no survivors. I want to wipe the Holy Hall from the face of the Cultivation Academy!"

An ugly scar now marred Qi Feiyu’s face, a memento from Li Jing’s final sword strike. This wound would likely never heal. The wine was strong, but it couldn’t dull the pain in his body. Still, in the end, he was the one who won!

"Rest assured, Brother Qi. The three from the Holy Hall who will be fighting are Wang Meng, Mingren, and Ma Tian’Er. Their weaknesses are obvious, and we’ve already made specific arrangements. This battle is a guaranteed victory!"

"Heh heh, Li Tianyi is injured, and Ning Zhiquan is past the Thirtieth Layer. They have no one to fill the gap. If you can’t even win under these circumstances, tell me, what’s the point of you even being alive!"

"Brother Qi is wise! The Sect Leader is wise!"

’Once the Holy Hall’s power in the Cultivation Academy is annihilated, its ranking will inevitably plummet. That will bring the Ten Thousand Demons Sect one step closer to launching an all-out assault on the Holy Hall. The Ten Thousand Demons Sect will then logically take over the Holy Hall’s territory and resources, while also replacing its seat in the Star Alliance. After that, dominating the Four Directions Small Thousand World will only be a matter of time. By then, the Ten Thousand Demons Sect’s ranking will soar, and it wouldn’t even be impossible for them to break into the top fifty!

’Few other Small Thousand Realms have as many powerful Sects as the Four Directions Small Thousand World.

’And as the Sect’s power grows, my own status in the Cultivation Academy will rise with it. The pain in my body is bone-deep, but I’m getting closer and closer to my goal.’

Qi Feiyu laughed maniacally, awaiting news of victory.

The day of the decisive battle came all too soon.

In front of the Hundred Battles Pavilion, more than ten disciples of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect had gathered. Their leader was none other than Qi Feiyu. His presence this time wasn’t for intimidation; he was here to personally witness the end of it all. After so many years of fighting against the Holy Hall in the Cultivation Academy, the day of reckoning had finally arrived.

The Holy Hall’s side, in contrast, looked particularly desolate. Their numbers were small to begin with, and with Li Jing and Mu Ziqing dead in battle and Hex Zui severely injured, the rest were all green-as-grass rookies.

Hex Zui hadn’t stayed away. He knew full well that you could run, but you couldn’t hide.

"Hex Zui, what’s the point of you clinging to life like this, half-dead? If I were you, I would’ve killed myself long ago."

The one who spoke was Qian Guang, the Ten Thousand Demons Sect disciple who had killed Mu Ziqing. A vicious sneer played on his lips.

"Qian Guang, if even you’re still alive, how could I possibly die!" Hex Zui said through clenched teeth. Mu Ziqing had actually been a bit stronger than Qian Guang, but unfortunately, Qian Guang had spent a fortune to buy the Qiankun Wheel, which happened to be the perfect counter to Mu Ziqing.

"Heh heh, if you’re so eager to die, I can find an opportunity to send you on your way anytime."

’All we have to do is wait a short while and have the Ten Thousand Demons Sect challenge the Holy Hall again, and we can annihilate them completely,’ he thought. ’That is, provided they’re even qualified to remain alive in the Cultivation Academy after today.’

"Enough nonsense, Hex Zui. Bring out your people," Qi Feiyu said coldly. He had no interest in wasting words on these juniors. His greatest rival was already dead; there was no one left in the Holy Hall who was his match.

Qi Feiyu’s gaze swept across the members of the Holy Hall, and every one of them felt an immense pressure.

It was a difference in cultivation realms. It was all they could do just to withstand the pressure without losing their composure.

Qi Feiyu noticed Li Tianyi, the heir of the Holy Hall’s Li Family. ’That kid’s got a venomous look in his eyes.’ Qi Feiyu actually thought more highly of Li Tianyi than Ma Tian’Er. Ma Tian’Er might have had more talent, but combat was a completely different matter. It was a contest of who was more ruthless.

At that thought, the scar on Qi Feiyu’s face seemed to grow even more sinister.

Wang Meng, Ma Tian’Er, and Mingren stepped forward. To the side, a Steward from the Hundred Battles Pavilion was present to ensure fairness and record the results. Battles between factions from the same Small Thousand Realm were not uncommon, so this was all just official business.

The Steward’s voice was impartial. "Qi Feiyu of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, who are your fighters?"

"Goguryeo of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect!" an effeminate-looking man said with a smile. "I ask for the guidance of my seniors from the Holy Hall. Please be gentle."

"Zhuang Ren of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect. I wonder who’ll be lucky enough to be matched with me." Zhuang Ren licked his lips. ’It’s been a long time since I’ve smelled blood.’

"Lim Yun’Er of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect. You two handsome big brothers, you mustn’t bully a little girl like me, okay?"

Lim Yun’Er said charmingly, her eyes glinting with interest as she looked at the Holy Hall disciples.

But these three were no newcomers. The one with the least time in the Cultivation Academy had already been here for three years. No matter how you looked at it, they held a massive advantage.

The Ten Thousand Demons Sect had also paid a huge price to orchestrate this battle. In some respects, the Sword God had been too conservative, underestimating the ambition and audacity of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect.

The Star Alliance didn’t really protect anyone.

Wang Meng hadn’t said a word the entire time. In a situation like this, actions were more important.