501: Princess Maid Outfit

"Everyone, let's just spar and exchange pointers. Try to stop before going too far; we must not damage our friendly relations. Begin!" Dong Chenyang said solemnly.

"Rest assured, Young Master Dong. We are merely sparring and exchanging pointers; we definitely won't damage our friendly relations."

Zhao Si cupped his hands, looking as if victory was already in his grasp.

"Whoosh."

"Go to hell! You idiot."

With a whoosh, Liu Neng's figure suddenly darted out. His speed was as fast as lightning, and in an instant, he slammed a punch toward Zhao Si's chest.

"Bang...!"

Zhao Si, who had been preparing to say a few harsh words, hadn't even reacted before he was sent flying back dozens of zhang by the punch.

"Pfft...!"

"Liu Neng, you are courting death."

Zhao Si spat out a mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale. Clearly, Liu Neng's heavy punch just now had injured him significantly.

"Damn, still acting tough."

Liu Neng did not let up after gaining the advantage. With a set of fierce fist techniques that flowed like water, he smashed toward Zhao Si again.

Seeing this, Zhao Si leaped into the air and swept his leg out. The sharp leg force, carrying an invisible wave of Qi, swept toward Liu Neng.

"Boom... boom... boom...!"

At this moment, fists and legs collided, and streams of invisible Divine Origin Power spilled out from the Arena.

The two were almost trading blow for blow, and the fierce Fist Aura seemed as if it would shatter the air.

Because Liu Neng had struck first, he had maintained absolute initiative in the battle from the very beginning.

Under Liu Neng's wild barrage, Zhao Si could only defend passively, and for a time, he was beaten back repeatedly.

Soon, the two fought for another dozen or so rounds.

Just then, Liu Neng, who had been using his fists, suddenly kicked out with a low blow, striking Zhao Si heavily in the crotch.

"Bang... bang...!"

"Ah... ah... ah...!"

With two crisp sounds of shattering eggs, Zhao Si immediately collapsed to the ground, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

Wisps of blood trickled out from Zhao Si's crotch.

He curled his body, lying on the ground trembling continuously, his eyes filled with despair.

"Just because Wentian Palace doesn't want to spar and exchange pointers doesn't mean you can insult us at will." Liu Neng snorted coldly and stepped off the Arena.

"Stop right there, Stinky brat. You injured someone from my Wuji Dao Sect, and you want to just walk away?"

A youth wearing a white robe stood out, staring coldly at Liu Neng.

"Ning Fanjian, what do you mean by this? My Junior Brother Liu Neng just won a match. If you want to cause trouble, I, Zhang Kunpeng, will accompany you."

Zhang Kunpeng shouted coldly and stood up directly.

"Senior Brother Zhang, let me handle this!"

Yang Lingchen held Zhang Kunpeng back. He could see that the opponent's strength was clearly one level higher than Zhang Kunpeng's. If he didn't step in, Zhang Kunpeng would likely suffer a great loss.

"In that case... Senior Brother Yang, be careful." Zhang Kunpeng nodded.

He respected Yang Lingchen quite a lot; after all, he had witnessed Yang Lingchen's strength with his own eyes.

Although Yang Lingchen called him Senior Brother, he dared not call Yang Lingchen Junior Brother. After all, this was a world where martial power was supreme.

"Everyone, no need to worry."

Yang Lingchen leaped up and landed directly on the Arena.

He could see that many people at the scene were hostile toward him, and this so-called sparring and exchange meeting was likely prepared specifically to target him.

If he didn't fight, the other side would likely keep challenging others from Wentian Palace.

In Yang Lingchen's view, rather than being constantly challenged, it was better to take the initiative, stand out, and smash all of their faces in.

"Kid, I thought you were a coward?" Ning Fanjian said mockingly.

"You're looking for trouble, aren't you? The reason I didn't want to spar and exchange pointers isn't because I'm afraid of you, but because I don't want to waste my time on trash!" Yang Lingchen smiled disdainfully.

"Stinky brat! Who do you dare call trash?" A cold murderous intent surged onto Ning Fanjian's face.

"No... no... no, don't misunderstand. I didn't say you were trash."

Yang Lingchen smiled slightly, his sharp eyes sweeping across the surroundings, and said: "I meant that everyone present here is trash."

Since he was going to act tough, he had to reach a new height. Yang Lingchen didn't look for trouble, but if trouble arose, he wasn't afraid of offending anyone.

Sure enough, as soon as Yang Lingchen finished speaking, everyone at the scene revealed angry gazes, each of them wishing they could rush up and tear Yang Lingchen to shreds.

Seeing Yang Lingchen so arrogant, Dong Chenyang couldn't help but shake his head, thinking to himself: "It seems I really overestimated this brat. I actually treated someone with such brainless behavior as a romantic rival."

Meanwhile, Gongsun Zang and Ye Juehen revealed cold, sinister smiles in their eyes. In their view, Yang Lingchen was just an arrogant, cocky brat who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.

"Stinky brat! You are courting death, daring to call so many of us trash." A fierce light shone in the depths of Ning Fanjian's eyes.

"Calling you trash is already overestimating you."

Yang Lingchen's mouth curled slightly upward, his eyes filled with disdain, and he immediately continued: "Regardless of whether you are geniuses from the Six Great Top Factions or geniuses from the so-called Four Great Super Factions, if you want to prove you aren't trash, feel free to come and challenge me."

The highest cultivation level among these so-called geniuses from the Ten Great Factions present was Dong Chenyang, who was at the Third Layer of the Myriad Illusion Realm. With Yang Lingchen's current strength, even if these people swarmed him, he could easily deal with them.

Of course, Yang Lingchen also knew that the geniuses participating in the Ten Great Factions Ranking Tournament couldn't just be the ones at the banquet; there were certainly some seeded players who hadn't arrived yet.

"Kid, since you are so rampant, This Young Master will let you know what it means to have people above people, and heavens beyond heavens."

Ning Fanjian kicked off slightly with his legs, his figure forming an arc, and instantly slammed a punch toward Yang Lingchen.

This punch was fierce and sharp, the Fist Aura carrying an invisible wave of Qi, as if it would shatter the air.

Yang Lingchen couldn't be bothered to even look, directly slapping out. A mere xuanzun realm fourth layer daring to provoke him—how was this any different from courting death?

Yang Lingchen didn't use much strength in this slap; after all, the opponent's cultivation level was not as high as his, and if he used too much force, it would be really easy to slap the person to death.

"Slap!"

With a crisp sound of a slap, before Ning Fanjian could even react, he was sent flying, his front teeth scattering all over the floor, and he fainted in mid-air.

"Next!"

Although Yang Lingchen's voice was calm, to the listeners, it felt extremely arrogant.

The geniuses from the Six Great Top Factions mostly had cultivation levels around the second or third layer of the Xuanzun Realm, so Yang Lingchen didn't take them seriously at all.

As for the geniuses from the Four Great Super Factions, their cultivation levels were significantly higher, basically having already reached the ninth layer of the Xuanzun Realm, and individual geniuses had even reached the second or third layer of the Third Layer of the Myriad Illusion Realm.

From this, one could see how large the gap was between the Six Great Top Factions and the Four Great Super Factions.

At this moment, the geniuses from the Six Great Top Factions each lowered their heads.

After all, seeing that even Ning Fanjian couldn't withstand a single move from Yang Lingchen, if they went up, they would likely be slapped unconscious too.

"If you are all cowards, then we at Wentian Palace will not associate with you."

Yang Lingchen smiled disdainfully, his eyes full of contempt.

Yang Lingchen was just this type of character: if people don't offend me, I won't offend them; if you insist on slapping my face, then I will slap you to death.

"Yang Lingchen, since you are so rampant, This Young Master will come to meet you."

A cold glint flashed in Gongsun Zang's eyes. He stood up slowly, his figure instantly moved, and he landed directly on the Arena.

"Yang Lingchen, this Gongsun Zang is very annoying. Smash his face in for me."

Just then, Zhou Ruobing's Sound Transmission rang in Yang Lingchen's ears.

"That's no problem, but you have to agree to one condition," Yang Lingchen replied via Sound Transmission.

"What condition? Speak," Zhou Ruobing replied via Sound Transmission.

"When the time comes to fulfill your promise, can you wear a maid outfit and serve me?" Yang Lingchen's wicked voice was transmitted over.

"scoundrel, in your dreams."

Zhou Ruobing's pretty face turned beet red. She was, after all, a princess of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty; for this bastard to actually ask her to wear a maid outfit was simply outrageous!

"Then I'll wear a slave outfit, and you can wear your princess formal attire to serve me, how about that?" Yang Lingchen's lewd voice was transmitted over again.

"Hmph, wait until you win the championship before talking about it." Zhou Ruobing said coyly.

After saying this, her pretty face flushed red.