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Chapter 1795 - 254: Cutting in Line

"That's true, but why is Brother Lin here for the Tianhua Mountain Sword Competition?" Lei Ming asked.

"Because I'm bored! Besides, isn't this a form of training too? Competing against heroes from all walks of life to realize one's shortcomings, correct them promptly, and perfect oneself." Lin Yifan replied.

"That's right! That's right! Brother Lin's thinking, this spirit, is so forward-thinking and fantastic."

Lei Ming was full of admiration, utterly impressed.

Lin Yifan's lips curled slightly; only someone as innocent and pure as Lei Ming would believe his words.

The two quickly finished their meal and then found an inn to stay.

They hadn't bathed in the deep mountains and fields for many days. Although as cultivators, they could remain spotless without sweating, certain habits are hard to change quickly. Thus, Lei Ming treated himself to a wooden barrel bath, thoroughly cleaning his body and easing fatigue.

Compared to Lei Ming, Lin Yifan had bathed in many rivers, ponds, and streams in the deep mountains.

He had invited Lei Ming to bathe together, but this conservative bookworm clutched his pants and refused to come down. Helplessly, Lin Yifan gave up.

Even though he didn't need a bath now, Lei Ming, out of gratitude, insisted on giving him a wooden barrel bath to relieve the fatigue from their journey.

Lin Yifan felt the child had a sense of gratitude, and his guidance on the journey was not in vain.

After bathing, they went to bed.

Early the next morning, they packed their belongings and headed to Tianhua Mountain.

Following the route they inquired about, they traveled for three days before arriving at the foot of Tianhua Mountain.

At this time, there was only one day left until the competition began. Those who hadn't registered wouldn't be able to participate in this Sword Competition.

Lin Yifan and Lei Ming rushed to the registration place to sign up.

However, they found that even on the last day, quite a few people were still queuing to register.

It seems this competition, with few barriers to entry, is very popular.

Everyone was queuing, so they had no reason not to queue.

Thus, Lin Yifan and Lei Ming kept to the rules and queued.

But after half an hour, when they were almost at the front, a group of people cut in line, forcibly moving to the front.

Lei Ming, naturally furious, shouted, "Hey! Brother, don't you know the rules? If you want to register, go to the back of the queue."

"Oh dear, are you blind and don't know who our young master is? I'm telling you, our young master cut your line out of kindness. Don't be ungrateful." A lackey said arrogantly, not taking Lei Ming seriously.

"You can cut in line if you want, but have you asked the brothers who have been queuing so diligently behind us?" Lei Ming inquired.

The lackey sneered, thinking Lei Ming was asking for trouble, then loudly asked, "Hey! Do any of you have any objections?"

The brothers queuing behind Lin Yifan and Lei Ming said nothing and looked terrified, obviously recognizing the man who cut the line and his guard.

"See, no one has any objections. Why are you whining?"

The lackey sneered, casting a contemptuous look at Lei Ming.

"It's their concern if they have no objections. In any case, it's inappropriate for you to be in front of us."

Lei Ming couldn't swallow this grievance and insisted on arguing.

The lackey grew impatient: "Oh dear, it seems you're asking for a beating. Don't blame me if my fists have no eyes."

With that, he rolled up his sleeves and swung his fist at Lei Ming.

After these few days of training, Lei Ming's response speed had significantly improved, so he easily caught the lackey's swinging fist.

After defusing the attack, he took the initiative to counter, grabbing the lackey's fist forcefully.

"Slap! Slap!"

The lackey felt his fist resonating, followed by a surge of immense pain sweeping through his body.

Unable to withstand the pain, his veins bulged, and he yelled in discomfort, "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Young master, save me!"

The young master who cut the line recognized Lei Ming's considerable strength but remained unfazed, stretching his hand out to strike Lei Ming's arm without warning.

Lei Ming shivered inwardly; this line-cutter was of the High Immortal Third Realm and not to be underestimated.

Thus, he quickly released his grip and stopped punishing the lackey.

Out of danger, the lackey raised his hand, wailing in pain.

The grudge was formed, and he begged, "Young master, you must seek justice for me!"

Feeling obliged since the lackey was hurt defending him, the line-cutter coldly asked, "You've injured my lackey, how should this debt be settled?"

"Are you blind? Didn't see he struck first? If he overestimated himself, who's to blame? Also, move back, or I'll be forced to use weapons."

Unperturbed, Lei Ming retorted.

He had previously defeated a High Immortal Third Realm cultivator, and facing another one gave him confidence.

"Yo, it seems you're determined to oppose me today, huh?" The line-cutter turned, his chilling gaze menacingly questioning.

"It's not that I'm set on opposing you; you're set on opposing me." Lei Ming retorted, arms folded.

Those queuing sensed a tense fight brewing.

Just as they were about to throw punches, a blue-clad woman on horseback approached.

"What's going on, Fan Dachuan, are you bullying commoners by cutting in line again?"

Seeing the newcomer, Fan Dachuan immediately greeted respectfully, "Princess, I wouldn't dare act recklessly."

The newcomer was the Seventh Princess of Great You Country, here to collect the registration lists.

Of course, she was also a contestant, but having been pre-selected, she didn't need to register.

Fan Dachuan was the son of the Minister of Ceremonies, without the power of pre-selection, hence had to queue.

Known as the Demon Lord of Mayhem, those who knew him feared him, including the people of Tianhua City.

"What exactly happened?" the Seventh Princess inquired.

Lei Ming sensed a glimmer of hope and quickly answered, "Miss, this person rudely cut in line. You should discipline him well."

"Kid, don't falsely accuse!" Fan Dachuan snarled at Lei Ming, eyes blazing with anger.

He knew the princess's temperament best. She was more arrogant and unreasonable than him, and anyone who crossed her would suffer. So he resented Lei Ming's accusation.

"Whether I falsely accused or not, everything was witnessed by everyone present. If Miss doesn't believe me, ask the people here." Lei Ming responded calmly.

"No need, Fan Dachuan, get to the back immediately, or don't blame me for being rude."