Chapter 380: Teach Them a Lesson

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Wu Li in the arena had already smirked. He actually knew a little about the Lee family. If Winnie Lee hadn’t risen to the provocation earlier, he would have given her immediate family a proper ‘greeting’ and brought up some of her past humiliations in the Alliance. Though such taunting tactics might seem a bit crude... but who would’ve thought? Winnie Lee actually just walked right in, like a yes-man. Seems he overestimated her—what a brainless fool indeed.

"Stop yapping," Winnie said, chewing her bubblegum impatiently. "Let's fight!"

Looking at the little girl in front of him—not even five feet tall but with a temper quicker than lightning—Wu Li smirked. He was here not just to help Mangalam but also to build his reputation. His performance in the Dragon City expedition, washing out at the second layer, was hardly anything to boast about.

As a man who always controlled the battlefield, a few pompous spiels were in order: "I—"

But his words were abruptly cut off. The smile on Wu Li's face stiffened. He felt something blur past him, and then... where was Winnie Lee?

"You dare back someone up with *this* skill?" A cold voice sounded behind him.

Wu Li jolted. His nickname was 'Lightning,' a speed-specialized wizard who prided himself on his agility, specializing in countering clumsy soul-beast users. Yet now, a soul-beast user had slipped behind him without him even noticing!

Lightning flared at Wu Li’s feet as he tried to create distance, but the next moment—

*Wham!*

His back, legs, arms, even his neck went numb as burning agony seared into him, instantly cutting off his soul power circulation and even his consciousness!

The lightning that had just flared up at his feet vanished in an instant. Wu Li's mouth hung open as he collapsed face-first onto the ground. The last shred of his consciousness caught a phrase that made his soul tremble:

"Dumber than a sack of shit. *Pop!*"

That last *pop* was the sound of a bubble bursting. Wu Li could almost see the huge, inflated bubblegum blooming at the little girl's lips.

The kicker? The cheers from the stands hadn't even died down yet. The chants of "Wu Li is invincible! Crush Winnie Lee!" now sounded downright mocking.

*I... the actual fuck...*

Wu Li lost all consciousness.

"Wu Li is invincible! Wu Li will destroy Winnie Lee! HOHOHO!"

"Wipe out Rose! Wipe out—"

Some people were slower to react. The cheers from the stands only gradually faded more than ten seconds after Wu Li had already hit the ground. But it wasn't just them—even Ren Zhangquan, who had just been about to sit back down for a sip of tea, was left gaping mid-motion, teacup in hand. He... hadn't even taken a single sip yet!

The arena fell into deafening silence. Winnie, still blowing bubbles, lazily called out to Ren Zhangquan, "Oi, gramps!"

*Huh?*

Ren Zhangquan couldn't believe his ears. Was she talking to him?

"Yeah, you!" Winnie said. "Aren't you the referee? What are you standing around for? Come announce the result!"

*Announce the result...*

Ren Zhangquan painfully lowered his teacup. There was no need to check—after all this time, Wu Li still lay motionless like a corpse. The outcome was obvious: "Second round... Rose... wins!"

The earlier ‘Demon Fist Burst’ upset could be dismissed, but this was Wu Li! The 'Lightning Wu Li,' specially transferred from the neighboring Holy Sanctuary to counter Winnie Lee! The genius who supposedly rivaled Sacred Sword Chris! And yet... he hadn't even gotten a single move in...

Wait—*a move!*

The spectators seemed to have found their excuse. A furious roar erupted from the stands in an instant:

"Sneak attack! That was a blatant sneak attack! Rose Saint Sanctuary, have you no shame?!"

"Our Wu Li hadn't even made a move before she got behind him! Cowardly, shameless, vile!"

"That cute-looking little girl learned such dirty tricks! This wasn't a fair fight—we want answers!"

"Cute my ass, she even flipped us off earlier! That's blasphemy against the Holy Light, against the gods—this is dark depravity..."

"Tch!" Winnie spat as she walked off the field. Young Miss Nine wasn’t one to swallow insults. She boldly raised her delicate middle finger and flicked it in every direction. "Yeah, I flipped you off. What’re you gonna do? Come down here and bite me if you've got the guts!"

The stands were stunned, nearly erupting into chaos. Fortunately, Ren Zhangquan quickly regained control. "Silence! Silence!"

He had to stop this. After all, the Holy Sanctuary hadn’t expelled Rose yet. If what was supposed to be a normal spar turned into a riot where Holy Sanctuary disciples were ganged up on by the Mangala crowd—never mind the troublesome consequences of Winnie Lee’s identity—even the Holy Sanctuary itself wouldn’t let Mangala off the hook.

He had thought home-field advantage would pressure Rose and secure Mangala’s victory, which was why Ren Zhangquan had been lenient earlier. But he never expected these kids to be utterly fearless, instead putting Mangala on the back foot. He couldn’t let them dictate the pace anymore!

Mangala, who had seemed so strong, had been instantly defeated twice in a row. Wang Feng, Winnie, and Mapeier probably didn’t feel much, Wu Di was still dazed, but Kela felt like she was dreaming—none of this made sense!

The opponents were genuinely strong, both in terms of intel and the fights so far… Well, Wu Li didn’t count, but at least the speed and destructive force of Magic Fist Burst lived up to his reputation. But… Kela couldn’t help glancing at their captain. That Soul Refining Array, which had made her and Wu Di feel utterly defeated—was it really this miraculous?

"Ah Xi." Wang Feng ignored Kela’s gaze and simply called out, "You’re up for the third match."

The battle at Dragon City had given Wang Feng a clear understanding of the standards of the major Holy Sanctuaries in the League of Blades. He had even more confidence in Winnie and the others—strength was the ultimate truth.

"HAHAHA!" Fan Texi had been itching for this. Even Wu Di had gotten his moment in the spotlight—there was no reason for him to stay low-key! He’d been afraid Old Wang would send Mapeier or Kela up next. If that happened, it’d probably be another instant win, and he’d miss his chance.

"Got it!"

Fan Texi flipped forward with a flashy somersault, landing steadily before smugly waving at the Mangala side. "I wanna fight your captain! Send out your strongest!"

The arena was still eerily quiet, making Fan Texi’s voice ring out sharply. Sacred Sword Chris’s eyebrow twitched.

Challenging me? Hmph…

A faint smirk curled Chris’s lips.

Winnie Lee had surprised him earlier—she was genuinely strong, strong enough to make even him feel a hint of fear. The Winnie Lee from Dragon City definitely hadn’t been this powerful, or she wouldn’t have been ranked in the sixties. She must’ve had some breakthrough—this was likely Top Ten caliber! Wu Li’s loss wasn’t unjustified at all. No complaints there.

Frankly, Mangala was already down two losses. They absolutely couldn’t afford to lose the third match. And Wu Di’s unexpected victory had planted a misconception in many Mangala fighters: "Team Rose’s stats are all wrong—the ones who look weak are actually strong."

Sure, Team Rose had indeed hidden their strength from the public, but that definitely didn’t include this fat guy in front of him.

This guy’s soul power might seem decent, but his ranking as bottom-tier in the Dragon City records was indisputable. Besides, anyone who’d been to Dragon City would know this Rose fatty’s new nickname—"Fan the Fleer"! Only a month or two had passed since the Dragon City battle. A guy who could only run from enemies—even if he took some miracle drug, could he really become a different person?

With Mangala at two losses, Team Rose was clearly banking on their fear of losing again, setting up an *empty fort strategy*—trying to trade their weakest member for him! After that, Kela wouldn’t be too hard to handle; with her 400-something Dragon City ranking, Tatu and the others could deal with her. But then there’d be no one left to restrain Mapeier, who had reached the third layer of Dragon City’s Illusory Realm. No one had actually seen her fight yet, but Chris knew she had to be at least stronger than Kela. That woman—only he could subdue her!

"Tatu!" Chris said coolly. "You’re up."

This wasn’t a gamble—he’d seen through Team Rose’s scheme! Trying an *empty fort strategy*? Not a chance!

The Mangala fighters had been itching for action. A burly man with a massive greatsword on his back leaped into the arena with a thunderous crash.

"How dare a fatass like you act tough?" Tatu, with his majestic greatsword, stood tall and imposing. Though his landing didn’t create the terrifying shockwave of Magic Fist Burst, his presence was still overwhelming.

SWISH!

Without wasting words, he reached back with his left hand, swinging his six-foot rune greatsword horizontally in front of him, gripping it firmly with both hands. "I'll cut you down!"

Ah Xi was just about to boast a bit, hoping to leave a legendary tale for his first battle to make a name for himself in the Holy Sanctuary, but who knew the opponent would strike without hesitation!

With the broadsword in hand and a fierce roar, Tuta charged forward with overwhelming momentum—swift, precise, and ruthless, cutting straight through the center. The massive rune-etched broadsword looked like it weighed at least two or three hundred pounds, yet in his hands, it seemed as light as a feather. This wasn’t pure brute strength; judging by the way he swung the greatsword, he must have grasped some of the essence of making the heavy seem weightless. He was definitely above average.

The opponent’s central strike was extremely fast. Ah Xi was just about to counter when, to his surprise, Tuta leaped high into the air from about seven or eight meters away.

What the—?

Ah Xi was stunned. The zealous fighter raised his sword mid-air, channeling a surge of soul power into the rune-etched broadsword, activating the glowing inscriptions. It shone brilliantly, like the legendary staff of the exorcist Edelis, radiating dazzling holy light!

"Holy Sword!" Tuta roared from the sky, burning with passion and grandeur. "Purge the corrupt!"

Outside the arena, Chris smiled faintly. Tuta was his student—though nominally a junior, he was practically half a disciple. This move, *Holy Sword: Purge the Corrupt*, had already reached about seventy percent as skilled as Chris himself. Though lacking in depth of skill and spiritual resonance, it was more than enough to deal with Ah Xi, who ranked second-to-last in Dragon City.

"It’s Chris’s technique!"

"Ah! Such a sacred glow, such stirring emotions! Seeing this sword, I feel bathed in holy light!"

"Glory to the Holy Light! Long live Mangalam!"

The bleachers erupted in excitement. Everyone rose to their feet, cheering and saluting this magnificent strike. For the people of Mangalam, nothing was more glorious or stirring than the Holy Light!

And right now, they desperately needed a victory.

"Cower before the Holy Light!"

"Haha, that fat guy’s frozen in fear!"

"Holy Light, purify that sinful fool!"

The crowd roared, the sky shone, and Ah Xi stood there, floored…

Staring at his majestic opponent in mid-air, Ah Xi finally understood—just a little—why Old Wang had been so relaxed on their way here.

Because there were just so many fools in this world!

Instead of attacking when he was right in front of his opponent, he had to jump into the air. Fine, jumping was one thing, but he also had to take a dramatic stance up there…

What good did that do? Just showboating!

The Dark Entanglement Technique was taught by Old Wang, but his combat philosophy came from Old Hei: "Only attacks that land are useful. Everything else is just empty flair!"

The blade came crashing down, ready to purge the corrupt!

But Ah Xi simply took a light step forward.

*Whoosh!*

The radiant sword strike missed completely. Before Tuta could even react, he felt his wrist grabbed by an iron grip—followed by an overwhelming surge of brute force!

Ah Xi barely exerted any strength. He just dodged the attack, borrowed the momentum of Tuta’s downward strike, and gave his wrist a firm yank to the left…

*Tap-tap-tap-tap—* Tuta’s legs tangled like a pretzel, his balance completely lost.

At this point, it wasn’t about whether Ah Xi was holding his wrist anymore—Tuta, in his panic, was now afraid Ah Xi would let go. If he did, the sheer inertia would send him face-planting into the ground!

*Phew… phew…* Tuta staggered but managed to stay upright—thankfully, Ah Xi didn’t release him, sparing him the humiliation of eating dirt. But before he could even express his gratitude, a meaty elbow came flying straight at his head.

*THWACK!*

Tuta was utterly dazed. He felt like his head had been rammed by a wild bull, as if his skull and brain membrane had split apart in that instant, knocking him unconscious instantly.

Huu... huu... huu...

The arena fell into a tomb-like silence. A few leaves, swept up by a gentle breeze, spiraled down to the ground, lending a desolate, autumnal atmosphere.

Fan Texi patted his sleeves. Frankly, he had been expecting a battle that would make his name, but instead, he ended up fighting an idiot. This was just... What was the point of beating up on such a loser? This victory tasted like ashes!

Ah Xi was struck by a sudden realization. He seemed to have caught a glimpse of the loneliness Hei Wukai must have felt when he stood unmatched. Only now did he understand why Hei Wukai had looked down on those low-ranked fighters back in Dragon City... There was simply no sense of achievement in defeating them—just shame!

The grand speech he had prepared earlier was now unnecessary. Ah Xi couldn’t even be bothered to wait for Ren Zhangquan to announce the result. With a casual backhand wave, he walked straight back to Old Wang’s team.

Silence—silence—silence—the arena remained frozen in disbelief.

No one could believe what they had just witnessed, and no one wanted to.

This... was a loss? Our strongest captain, Chris, hasn’t even fought yet! How... How could this happen?

A conspiracy? Were these three losers bribed by Rose???

Chris, who had been sizing up Mapeier from the sidelines, had his jaw hit the floor. The spectators in the stands were statues, and even the Mangalam Holy Temple reporters, who had been waiting to document the spectacle, were wide-eyed, forgetting to blink... This wasn’t how things were supposed to go! Wait—what just happened? We haven’t recorded anything yet—no pictures, no descriptions of the fight—and now all three matches are already over?!

Ren Zhangquan, who had just managed to steady his teacup, was now completely dumbfounded, forgetting to announce the result. But then again, was there even a need? The main purpose of announcing results was to transition to the next match—but was there even going to be a next match now?

Just as Ren Zhangquan, who should have been taking charge, remained frozen, a figure strode into the center of the arena.

"Well, well, so this is the legendary Mangalam Holy Temple," Old Wang said, stopping and pointing lazily at the spectators all around, a faint, mocking smile on his lips. "This is it?"

Unlike the furious uproar that had followed Winnie’s earlier provocation, the massive arena was now utterly silent.

Everyone stared dumbly at this arrogant man, watching as this corrupt demon dragged their sacred light through the filth. But...

A show of dominance was necessary, but lingering where you shouldn’t was absolutely out of the question.

Old Wang was a man who knew when to quit. A few words to make his point were enough—standing around waiting for them to snap out of it and react would just be stupid.

And so, under the stunned gazes of the crowd, Old Wang swaggered out with the Rose team, pushing open the iron gates, passing through the confused rubberneckers outside, and swiftly disappearing down the street.

They walked briskly—this was a volatile city, and who knew what insanity those people might resort to once they regained their senses.

It wasn’t until they rushed back to the station and boarded the just-departing Magic Rail Train, the wheels already rolling, that the tense expressions finally relaxed.

They... won? No, no—winning wasn’t the point. The point was, how had it been so easy? This so-called rank 69—was it for real? And how utterly incompetent must Luo Lan and the others who had represented Rose before have been, to let even this bottom-feeder Holy Sanctuary rank dozens of places above them?!

Their expressions were a mix of relief, excitement, exhilaration, and Mapeier’s usual silence—all these emotions and gazes converged into one, landing on Wang Feng with overwhelming complexity.

"What’s with the excitement? Isn’t it normal to talk some smack after winning? No guts, no glory—today, we just schooled them!"