Chapter 667: Chapter 660 Elimination

Knowing that his opponent was Shang Yunfeng, whose reputation and infamy spread far within the Sect, Little Fatty’s heart had harbored the intention to concede defeat early on.

If it hadn’t been for that, he wouldn’t have been lingering under the stage, utterly reluctant to ascend to the platform.

“It wasn’t me, really wasn’t me.”

“I don’t know which damn bastard did it, but they seriously screwed me over and kicked me onto the stage!”

Shaking his head like a rattle-drum, Little Fatty wore an aggrieved expression, waving his hands repeatedly.

Especially upon hearing that Shang Yunfeng said he wouldn’t kill him, but merely maim him, even Little Fatty’s voice trembled with a conspicuous sob.

Just moments before, beneath the stage, although Shang Yunfeng had promised to spare him from attack for three moves, Little Fatty didn’t fully trust his word and had been hesitating, unable to make a decisive move onto the platform.

As that abrupt voice reached his ears while he was still dazed, an inexplicable force had already fallen upon him, compelling him to rush onto the platform against his will.

But now, as he widened his eyes and scanned the crowd below once more, the ordinary young man whom he had noticed before had seemingly vanished into thin air, no longer to be seen.

“I seem to remember, you’re called Wu Daniu.”

“Since you’ve mounted the stage, don’t even think about conceding without a fight, because in my view, such an act is a sign of disrespect towards me, ignoring my presence.”

“If you truly intend to do so, you should know the consequences!”

“Enough talk, make your move!”

“I promised three moves, and within those three moves, I, Shang, will not strike back.”

With his arms folded behind his back, his face wearing a thick look of disdain, Shang Yunfeng looked down from his superior position, fixing his gaze on Little Fatty just a few steps away.

As people who joined the Sect during the same period, although he wasn’t familiar with this Little Fatty Wu Daniu, he at least somewhat recognized him, and after giving it a bit of thought, he remembered his name.

For the ordinary disciples participating in the competition, they would undoubtedly wish for their opponents to concede without a fight.

But to Shang Yunfeng, who possessed absolute strength, such a victory brought no pleasure at all. Far from feeling lucky, he would feel that attaining this kind of victory was, in fact, an insult to him.

The words out of his mouth were a naked threat that effectively cut off Wu Daniu’s retreat.

“Senior Brother Shang, your fame is immense, your strength unfathomable; I am surely no match for you.”

“After three moves, please hold back a little, don’t wound me too severely, let me lose with a bit of dignity.”

“Now, I am about to make my move—this strike, I intend to target your chest, be careful!”

…

Wu Daniu’s expression was complex, and he struggled internally for quite some time.

Shang Yunfeng’s notoriety was something he had long heard of; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been scared to face the stage.

Faced with Shang Yunfeng’s blatant threat, after some consideration, he felt that he could only choose to compromise.

After all, within the Sect, he was just a nobody, invisible and insignificant.

With Shang Yunfeng’s status and position, if he meant to make life difficult for Wu Daniu, moving around within the Sect would be nearly impossible for him. Even accepting tasks outside the Sect could accidentally lead to fatal dangers.

At this moment, fighting Shang Yunfeng on the platform, even if he were to suffer a grievous defeat, at worst, he would only be left nursing broken bones and tendons for a while.

Comparing these two outcomes, he naturally knew which would be the wiser choice to make.

After greeting Shang Yunfeng, Wu Daniu let out a strange cry, raising his fan-sized palm and slapping it towards Shang Yunfeng’s chest.

With this strike, he went all out, showing no restraint whatsoever.

After all, Shang Yunfeng was far superior to him in strength; holding back or preserving any strength while facing him would be no different from seeking death.

Facing Wu Daniu’s attack, Shang Yunfeng still wore a smile at the corner of his mouth, one hand behind his back, the other shaking a folding fan.

He had agreed to take three strikes without fighting back, a promise made before a large audience, and he certainly wouldn’t break his word.

With a light step, his body swayed, preparing to retreat a few steps and temporarily evade the palm strike Wu Daniu sent toward him.

However, at that very moment, he suddenly felt a numbness in his knee, his whole body limp, rendering him unable to exert any strength at all.

Because his strength had vanished so suddenly, his footing slipped, nearly causing him to fall over.

Wu Daniu’s palm strike, which he hadn’t held much hope for actually landing on Shang Yunfeng,

now, with Shang Yunfeng nearly slipping, how could he evade Wu Daniu’s palm strike aimed at his chest?

“Thump,” a muffled sound.

Shang Yunfeng’s vestment robe was blasted to pieces.

And it was not just that—the full force of Wu Daniu’s palm strike still had energy to spare, and the now naked Shang Yunfeng, his clothes blasted away, was once again sent flying.

“Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!”

“Wu Daniu, you’ve played dirty, poisoned me?” Shang Yunfeng, having landed on the edge of the platform, spurted blood from his mouth.

Clearly, he believed he had been poisoned and ambushed by Wu Daniu, which caused his knees to go numb and suddenly left him unable to summon any strength.

“Impossible, how could Senior Brother Shang, with his strength, not be able to withstand even one palm strike from Wu Daniu?”

“What’s so impossible about that? Senior Brother Shang was perhaps too complacent. Wu Daniu must have been hiding his true strength all along, constantly acting timid—it must’ve been to lull Senior Brother Shang into a false sense of security.”

“If he couldn’t see through even this, then I can only say, he deserved to lose to Wu Daniu.”

“Look at Shang Yunfeng on the platform, he lacks that certain something—he’s a castrated man.”

“Don’t say that, it’s true. No wonder I always felt he was a bit effeminate. Now it all makes sense!”

…

After a brief silence, the spectators below the platform came to their senses.

Some were indignant on Shang Yunfeng’s behalf, others played the role of an after-the-fact Zhuge Liang, and still more, noticing the significant deficiency on Shang Yunfeng’s body, started pointing and discussing him with strange looks on their faces.

“So, Shang Yunfeng is indeed an eunuch!”

“Zhang Biao didn’t lie to me, everything he told me must be true.”

“If that’s the case, then let Shang Yunfeng be eliminated right here!”

Chen Hai muttered softly, mixed within the crowd.

Forcing Wu Daniu to take the stage involuntarily and causing Shang Yunfeng’s sudden loss of strength were indeed his handiwork.

That so-called Shang Yunfeng, who’d stood before him as if aloft, exuding a thinly veiled threat, had told him to remember himself.

At that time, Chen Hai merely laughed it off, but he had taken the matter to heart.

Zhang Biao’s words, Chen Hai had not completely believed, only giving credence to about sixty to seventy percent of them.

However, at this moment, upon seeing the vestment-clad Shang Yunfeng, now with something essential missing and truly a castrated man, what Zhang Biao had told him was verified.

Murderers and arsonists, if admitted under his Sect as disciples, he might care little about, but those who committed rape and pillage, and were then caught and castrated on the spot, he couldn’t tolerate in his eyes.

Shang Yunfeng’s body had been tampered with by him—if not removed, within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he wouldn’t be able to muster any strength.

Having confirmed he was an eunuch, Chen Hai turned and had already disappeared into the crowd.