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Soon, a rumor spread among the Inner Sect Disciples that a newly promoted Inner Sect Disciple was going to engage in a Deathmatch with Huang Feng on the Life and Death Platform. This caused quite a stir, and many began to inquire about this new Inner Sect Disciple, eager to see how foolish someone could be to make such a decision.
Who is Huang Feng? He is a powerful figure ranked seventy-eight on the Inner Sect Disciple leaderboard, with a cultivation level at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement, his strength being unfathomable. Now, a new Inner Sect Disciple at the Qi Layer of Refining Qi actually wanted to challenge him to a Deathmatch. Clearly, this was someone who was tired of living.
However, upon further investigation, they discovered that this foolish individual had recently won first place in the Outer Sect Disciples Competition. This revelation caused another wave of astonishment. How could someone with such talent make such a silly choice?
After their analysis, they concluded that he was likely lost in the glory of being the 'number one Outer Sect Disciple,' believing that no one could match him, which led to this irrational decision.
"This guy is really hopeless; I've never seen someone so stupid," commented an Inner Sect Disciple with sarcasm.
"Heh heh, the world is so big; there will always be a few brainless individuals who are arrogantly beyond redemption. It's not surprising at all. We just need to sit back and enjoy the show; why bother with him?" said another, adopting an indifferent attitude as they prepared to watch the match.
Even Feng Qingguan, ranked fourth among the Inner Sect Disciples, remarked 'foolish' upon hearing about it. Although he had once helped Ren Pingsheng out of a tight spot, he had no interest in dealing with someone who couldn't recognize their own limitations. Overall, opinions varied widely.
Meanwhile, the so-called hopeless fool they were discussing was currently sitting in his room cultivating. It seemed as if his earlier decision regarding the Deathmatch had no impact on him whatsoever.
"It looks like breaking through the eighth Meridian is going to take quite some time. After two hours of cultivation, I've made little progress; I can only take it slow," Ren Pingsheng said as he opened his eyes and stroked his chin, contemplating how much time it would take to reach the eighth layer of Qi Refinement.
"The next thing I need to do is perfect the Seven Star Sword Technique before striving for a breakthrough in my cultivation level. Also, my Windwalking Step is only at a major accomplishment stage; there's still some distance to perfection. I need to work hard on that too."
"Of course, I must first address the matter of the Deathmatch. Heh heh, I’m afraid word has already spread outside by now, and it’s probably all negative discussions. But it doesn’t matter; we’ll see how it turns out in three days." There was not a trace of worry on Ren Pingsheng's face.
Although he didn't know how strong Huang Feng at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement was, he was confident that with his current strength, he could handle it completely.
Back when he was only at the sixth layer of Qi Refinement, he had already been able to slay an Inner Sect Disciple from Tiger Howl Sect at the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement. Now that he was at the Qi Layer of Refining Qi and possessed Advanced Swordsmanship, what did he have to fear?
Early the next morning, there was a loud knocking at the gate.
"What’s going on with you all so early?" Looking at Zhao Shixiong and Ren Pingsheng, there was a look of confusion on his face.
"What else could it be? Is the news circulating outside true?" Zhao Shixiong asked angrily.
"Exactly, I was shocked when I heard this news too. It should be false, right?" Wu Yujin asked worriedly, his expression showing that he feared the answer would be 'no.'
"If it's about the Deathmatch, then it's true."
"What are you thinking? How could you agree to something like this? Isn’t that clearly asking for death?" Zhao Shixiong muttered in dissatisfaction, then suddenly thought of something, "Are you being forced? If that's the case, we should go find Elder and explain the situation."
"No one is forcing me. I had a conflict with Huang Feng before, so when he proposed the Deathmatch, I agreed. It's no big deal." Ren Pingsheng explained.
"Do you know the difference between Refining Qi Ninth Layer and Qi Layer of Refining Qi? You might not even be his opponent. Let's go find Elder, maybe there’s a way to salvage this." Wu Yujin sincerely advised.
Li Qingqing and Feng Jinshan stood quietly to the side without speaking, their faces expressionless, not revealing what they were thinking.
"I know everything you’re saying. But once I've made my decision, I won’t change it. You don’t need to worry."
"But... you clearly can't win! This isn't..." Zhao Shixiong felt helpless, unsure of what to say to Ren Pingsheng who was so resolute.
"Don't worry, I'll win the Deathmatch in three days."
"I have things to do; let's head back!" Suddenly, Feng Jinshan spoke up, catching everyone off guard. They were surprised that he, who had been silent all along, would finally say something!
"Well, you all can go back first if you have things to do. There's no need to worry about me," Ren Pingsheng said with a calm smile.
"Alright then, we'll head out. If anything comes up, just let us know," the four of them said as they took their leave.
"Feng Jinshan, what was that attitude of yours just now?" Zhao Shixiong asked somewhat dissatisfied after they had walked away.
"Since he's so confident and arrogant, refusing to listen to our advice, why bother? His own matters—whether he lives or dies—have nothing to do with us," Feng Jinshan replied expressionlessly.
"We five entered the Inner Sect together; shouldn't we help and support each other? What do you mean it has nothing to do with life and death?"
"He got himself into this mess; why do you insist on including us? If he really dies, are we supposed to avenge him? Is it worth it for such an arrogant fool?"
"You... forget it, think what you want!" Zhao Shixiong was stunned for a moment, unable to think of a response, and turned back to his room in frustration.
"Sigh, if there's nothing else, I'll go back to cultivating too," Wu Yujin said as he glanced around, sighed, and returned to his room.
Before long, the four of them had disappeared from sight, each going about their own business.
Ren Pingsheng, who remained in his room, naturally had no idea what was happening not far away. Even if he did know, he might not care.
If fate allows, one becomes friends; if not, one remains a stranger. These things cannot be forced.
Looking at the person before him, Ren Pingsheng's eyes were filled with surprise. He didn't expect him to come here.
"Uncle Zhu, what brings you here?" The person before him was the Elder who had brought Ren Pingsheng into Azure Wind Sword Sect from Yellowstone City.
"This matter has gotten so serious, how could I not come? I promised your Father to take good care of you, but later I saw that you were doing well on your own, so I didn't specifically seek you out. But what happened this time?" Zhu Gui asked with a serious expression.
"The main issue is that I have some conflicts with Huang Feng's brother. I don't even know why it turned into this. He came to find me, and I agreed to the Deathmatch," Ren Pingsheng said, unsure of how to explain.
"You agreed yourself; this is no joke. Do you know what this means?"
"Of course I do. Once on the Life and Death Platform, it's a matter of life and death. In the end, only one person can survive."
"Then why did you agree? Tell me the reason. I don't want to be unable to explain things to your Father later," Zhu Gui said solemnly, clearly feeling quite helpless about the current situation.
"Because I believe that in the end, it will definitely be me who walks off the stage victorious," Ren Pingsheng said confidently.
"Don't you know the gap in cultivation between you two? Or do you think you can break through to the Ninth Layer in these two days?"
"I know the gap exists; I can't break through two layers in a row. However, I know that in the end, I will definitely win, and that's enough for me."
"I don't know where your confidence comes from, but since you are unwilling to cancel the Deathmatch, I will go watch it when the time comes. At least I'll fulfill my promise to your Father and ensure your safety!" Zhu Gui frowned and said this.
"Uncle Zhu, how did you meet my Father?" Ren Pingsheng suddenly asked this question. It was something he had always been curious about; after all, they seemed to have no connection at all.
"Ask your Father about those things when you get home. Focus on preparing for the Deathmatch. If you really can win, that would be best, although the chances are slim." With that, he left with a stern face.
"Really, if you don't want to say it, then just don't! Why act all fierce? If I could ask Father, why would I ask you?" Ren Pingsheng pouted in dissatisfaction as he watched him walk away.
"Big Brother, great job! I've received news; this is a very gratifying piece of news!" In a room, Huang Qing was excitedly dancing around.
"Just knowing is enough. This guy will only have a few days left to live, and I will personally send him on his way," Huang Feng said with a fierce expression, feeling quite optimistic about this Deathmatch.
"By the way, how did that guy agree? Isn't this clearly a death sentence? Big brother, did you use some method to force him?"
"Not at all. I'm also a bit puzzled. When I issued the challenge, he hardly hesitated before agreeing. That's something I've been unable to figure out."
"Then this guy might have some tricks up his sleeve. Big brother, you need to be careful," Huang Qing said with some concern.
"Heh, under absolute disparity in strength, any schemes are useless. I can see that you're already feeling intimidated by him; we must eliminate him this time." Seeing the situation, Huang Feng was quite dissatisfied.
"Hey, I'm just worried about you, big brother. Once he's dead, there won't be any shadows left."
"Alright, you need to focus on your training as well. You didn't even pass the Inner Sect Disciple Assessment this time; I really don't know how you managed that."
"Big brother, I was relying on Elixirs to break through my cultivation. My Spiritual Energy isn't very solid yet, so..." Huang Qing felt a bit embarrassed.
"Hmph, just knowing is enough. Relying on Elixirs is ultimately not a long-term solution. If you keep depending on Elixirs to break through like this, it will be much harder for you to advance to a Warrior compared to those who train diligently," Huang Feng warned.
"Yes, yes. Once this matter is settled, I'll go into seclusion and train hard to master my Spiritual Energy and eliminate all the hidden dangers of relying on Elixirs."
"Good, remember what you said today; there won't be any Elixirs for you then. Sigh, I'm doing this for your own good; only in this way can you go further."
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