82: Chapter 82: Enough with the acting, time to wrap things up.

"It's over! That bespectacled guy is dead meat!"

"How could a Five-Viscera Yuan Zong possibly block the swift blade of a Heavenly Origin Realm expert?"

"Serves him right! Let him try his scams!"

The audience had already envisioned the scene of Master bleeding out on the spot.

However.

Just at the moment the blade was about to touch the tip of Master's nose.

Master suddenly stopped trembling.

He raised his head, and beneath those thick lenses, a dazzling blue light flashed.

"Who told you... I came here to get beaten up?"

Zzzzt!!

A piercing sound of electricity suddenly exploded.

Inside Master's body, the five divine storehouses roared simultaneously, as the "Lightning Needle Meridian Expansion Scripture," modified by Lin Fan, began to operate frantically.

"Thunder Art — — One Hundred Thousand Volts!!"

Boom!!

With Master as the center, countless thick blue electric arcs erupted instantly, and a thunderball exploded on the arena stage.

Mo Wu only felt his vision blur, and a terrifying sense of paralysis instantly spread throughout his entire body.

"What?!"

Mo Wu was greatly alarmed. He wanted to withdraw his blade and retreat, but discovered his body had actually stiffened!

That powerful current surged along the blade into his meridians, causing his muscles to twitch frantically, and his previously lightning-fast movements came to an instant halt.

"Caught you."

Master revealed a twisted smile.

He swung his hands violently.

"Zzzzt—!!"

Two lightning whips, as thick as arms and over a dozen meters long, appeared out of thin air, transforming into two wildly dancing spirit snakes. Accompanied by crackling explosions, they lashed fiercely toward the stiffened Mo Wu in mid-air.

"Crack!!"

A crisp, extremely sharp whip crack.

"Ah—!!"

Mo Wu let out a miserable scream. His entire body was torn open by the electric whip, his clothes instantly charred black, and his body spun in the air like a top.

But this was only the beginning.

"Weren't you shouting quite happily just now? Keep shouting!"

Master wore a fanatical expression, his hands waving so fast they became afterimages.

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Those two lightning whips gained a life of their own, transforming into a sky full of whip shadows, locking Mo Wu tightly in the air as they lashed at him frantically!

Each lash was accompanied by the injection of high-voltage current.

Mo Wu trembled violently, foaming at the mouth, his hair standing on end, completely losing the ability to resist. His speed, which he was so proud of, was a joke in the face of this pervasive lightning!

"This... how is this possible?!"

The entire arena was deathly silent.

The audience members who had been clamoring just moments ago now had their mouths wide open, their eyes nearly popping out.

A Five-Viscera Yuan Zong beating up a Heavenly Origin Realm expert?

And it was a one-sided slaughter at that?!

Is this the guy who was staging a scam? This is practically the Thunder Dharma King!

"Is this the genius from your Xuanwu Holy Academy? That's it? That's all you've got?"

Master mocked him while lashing out, "You can't even beat a guy like me who's staging a scam; are you weak or something?"

In the backstage preparation area.

The gentle smile on Li Hanlei's face completely vanished, replaced by an ashen expression. He stared fixedly at Master, who was displaying his might on the arena, his eyes filled with shock.

"Lightning ability... and the intensity of this lightning is definitely not something achievable by ordinary cultivation techniques!"

Li Hanlei looked toward Lin Fan, who was still calmly drinking tea opposite him, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart. "It's that Lin Fan... what on earth did he feed these people?"

On the arena.

"Last one! Go!"

Master shouted loudly, merging the two whips into one, transforming it into a thick thunder dragon that slammed fiercely into Mo Wu's chest.

"Boom!!"

Mo Wu's charred body flew out like a cannonball, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena. He twitched twice before completely passing out.

"Winner — — Iron Blood Military Academy, Master!"

The referee swallowed hard and announced the result.

Master retracted the electric whips, pushed up his glasses, and gave a shy smile to the stunned audience.

"Um... I've embarrassed myself. Actually, I really only know a little bit of Thunder Art; it was mainly just good luck."

Having said that, he turned and walked off the arena, leaving everyone with a back view of someone who hides their achievements and fame.

Whoa—!!

Only then did the audience erupt into a massive uproar.

"Holy crap! A Five-Viscera Yuan Zong defeating a Heavenly Origin Realm expert? This bespectacled guy is playing the pig to eat the tiger!"

"Too fierce! Just looking at those lightning whips makes it hurt!"

"Who said they only know how to stage scams? With this kind of strength, do they need to stage scams?"

"It looks like this Iron Blood Military Academy... has got some skills!"

The first battle was a victory. Master's debut as the "Thunder Dharma King" was a resounding slap in the face to all the skeptics.

But this was only the beginning.

"Second match, Iron Blood Military Academy's Wu Cang, versus Xuanwu Holy Academy's Chen Shan!"

Chen Shan, a mid-stage Heavenly Origin Realm expert, specialized in heavy swords and was the second-best fighter in the Xuanwu Holy Academy after Li Hanlei.

"Kid, don't think you can get cocky just because you won one match."

Chen Shan carried his heavy sword onto the stage with a grave expression, "I will let you know that the gap in cultivation realms is insurmountable!"

"Hehe, is that so?"

Wu Cang carried his ghost-head broadsword on his shoulder, looking honest and simple, "I ain't got much education, I just know how to chop people. Um... please advise?"

The match began.

Chen Shan did not underestimate his opponent at all; he immediately unleashed his full power, bringing his heavy sword down like a mountain.

"Boom!"

Wu Cang seemed to be scared silly; he stumbled, narrowly avoiding the sword strike, his broadsword dragging along the ground and creating a trail of sparks.

"That was close, that was close!" Wu Cang patted his chest, looking terrified.

"Hmph! It was luck, indeed!"

Chen Shan sneered, his offensive becoming even fiercer. His heavy sword swung wide, forcing Wu Cang to retreat step by step, looking utterly disheveled.

In the spectator stands, the supporters of the Xuanwu Holy Academy saw hope again.

"Well done! Chen Shan! Crush him!"

"This big guy is done for! All he knows is how to dodge!"

However, just as Chen Shan thought victory was in his grasp and leaped high into the air to launch a fatal blow.

Wu Cang, who had been "fleeing in disarray" the whole time, suddenly stopped.

He raised his head, and where there had been honesty in his ox-like eyes, there was now only the cunning and ferocity of a wild beast.

"Acted enough, time to close the net."

Wu Cang grinned.

At this moment, Chen Shan's old strength was spent, and his new strength had not yet arisen; it was that awkward moment in mid-air where he could not leverage any force.

"Get... down here!!"

The ghost-head broadsword in Wu Cang's hand flipped violently. The originally clumsy blade unexpectedly traced a bizarre and extremely tricky arc, bypassing Chen Shan's heavy sword defense, and the back of the blade slammed fiercely into Chen Shan's ribs.

"Crack!!"

The crisp sound of bone cracking rang through the entire arena.

"Pfft!"

Chen Shan spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body flying sideways like a kite with a broken string. He crashed heavily onto the ground, clutching his ribs and groaning in pain, unable to get up again.

"This..."

The entire arena was stunned once again.

Another reversal? Another instant kill?

How is everyone from this Iron Blood Military Academy like a monster? This big guy was clearly getting beaten up just a moment ago; how did he suddenly counter-kill?

"I accept your concession."

Wu Cang chuckled, shouldered his broadsword, and gave a middle finger in the direction of Li Hanlei.

Two consecutive losses!

And both were counter-kills by someone of a lower realm!

The morale of the Xuanwu Holy Academy instantly collapsed. The remaining team members looked at the fierce, wolf-like members of the Iron Blood Military Academy, then at the unfathomable Lin Fan, and their legs turned to jelly.

"We forfeit."

Li Hanlei spat out the two words with an expressionless face.

He knew that continuing to fight would only be self-humiliation. Instead of sending his team members up to give away points, it was better to preserve their strength and look for opportunities in the subsequent knockout rounds.

"Xuanwu Holy Academy forfeits! Iron Blood Military Academy wins!"

At this moment, the entire arena was in an uproar.

The Iron Blood Military Academy, which had once been reviled as a "scamming team," had actually secured their first group stage victory effortlessly, and they did it by stepping over the championship favorite, Xuanwu Holy Academy!

In the subsequent group stages, the Iron Blood Military Academy was unstoppable.

Whether it was the speed-specialized Gale Academy or the defense-renowned Diamond Academy, they were all vulnerable before the "Monster Squad" that had undergone special training by Lin Fan.

Often, only Master, Wu Cang, and Mu Xiaoqian needed to take turns on stage to end the match. Lin Fan and Li Lingyun didn't even get a chance to make a move.