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After exchanging a few pleasantries, You said, "A sword has no eyes. Once you take action, there is inherent risk. If you don't want to endanger your life due to apprenticeship, it's best to withdraw now while you still can."
A number of people gathered together, whispering among themselves, their gazes falling on Yun Zhi Yue with ill intent. Whether it was due to her identity from the Underworld or her connections with the Dragon and Phoenix Clans, she was bound to attract attention. Moreover, the curved Hun Luan of Mi Man Di Wei, though its origin was unknown, made Yun Zhi Yue stand out even more. In a competition, standing out often meant being an obstacle.
Seeing that no one had withdrawn, You continued his explanation. "The reason for forming teams is specifically for this challenge. It's not about one flag per person; one flag per team is sufficient to pass. Even if you manage to grab a flag, others can still contest it. After half an hour, whichever team holds the flag will be the one to pass."
With a roar of celestial energy, everyone surged forward. Wang Er Zhu also ran a few steps before remembering something and rushed back to grab Yun Zhi Yue's arm. "Hurry up! We need to grab a flag!"
Yun Zhi Yue pulled Wang Er Zhu back and shook her head. "It's not the right time to rush in; doing so will only make us targets. Look at them; they're all waiting."
Wang Er Zhu glanced at Long Kuang and Feng Nie, along with several other competent teams who were also observing from their positions. Aside from their Fangcun Realm being in pairs, most teams from the Golden Immortal Realm below were in groups and seemed intent on encircling Yun Zhi Yue.
This was bad; both the Long and Feng clans had their eyes on her, and it seemed these people were not planning to let her pass this challenge easily. Some even failed to recognize her clan—damn it, did they really think she was an easy target?
Wang Er Zhu noticed the situation turning dire and asked in confusion, "We're surrounded! What do we do?"
Yun Zhi Yue unleashed her Black Lotus behind her and sneered, "Let’s strike fear into them!"
With that, she charged forward first. The colorful aura of the Black Ghost Flower was striking; each petal represented a soul-killing force. As the Meng Po of the Underworld, she was no exception when it came to soul destruction.
The first two people caught in her attack had no visible wounds but collapsed limply as if their very souls had been snatched away. The brutality of her actions left others shocked and furious: "It’s just an apprenticeship! Why kill souls?"
Yun Zhi Yue scoffed, "I came here for apprenticeship, not friendship. Those who block my path must be eliminated! Besides, with Underworld techniques like this, do you expect me to stand still while you attack me?"
The underhanded tactics of the Underworld were despicable; they deserved no mercy—everyone should attack together! It was expected that she would draw their ire; she wasn't afraid because among them, her cultivation level was the highest. If she couldn't protect herself in this situation, then what right did she have to be arrogant?
Just as she prepared to strike again, Wang Er Zhu rushed over with a laugh. "Haha! This is great! I’m best at group fights—bring it on!"
This guy truly had thick skin; he endured dozens of attacks while swinging his fists back at them. The sound of explosive energy made Yun Zhi Yue's blood boil with excitement.
The most fearless aspect of physical cultivation is battle, and Sister San Sheng does not deceive me.
This was her first time facing such a combat scenario in physical cultivation. There were no sharp weapons like Wu Lan, no dazzling spiritual energy—only the raw impact of fists and feet. The body itself became the weapon of the physical cultivator.
Wang Er Zhu appeared somewhat foolish at this moment, completely unaware that beneath his seemingly silly demeanor lay an abundance of muscle and an overwhelming presence of hormones.
The crowd looked at Wang Er Zhu with a mix of fear and disdain; no matter how strong he was, he was still just one person. With so many of them, they could wear him down until he could fight no longer.
At that moment, Yun Zhi Yue, having gathered her strength, let out a brazen and unrestrained laugh that filled the air.
The figure of Black Dress Ping Ting swept into the arena, her voice cold and lethal as she declared, "Surrender, and you shall not be killed!"
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