CHAPTER 225: CHAPTER 222: ANGER_1

"Shameless!" Wang Lingling silently cursed. The area Wang Yuan Jing targeted was her chest.

She brandished her whip, and the sound of disrupted air echoed in waves! Fiery red Spiritual Energy, imbuing her whip with terrifying heat, spiraled around the green Sword Qi, sending sparks flying everywhere.

"Feisty!" His attack obstructed, Wang Yuan Jing didn’t show anger. Instead, he licked his lips, a touch of mockery in his eyes. He infused his battle sword with vigorous Spiritual Energy, forcing her whip away.

"Hmph!" Wang Lingling’s delicate body shuddered. She retreated a few steps, her arm tingling numbly.

"Lovely lady, continue your attack!" Wang Yuan Jing’s foot lightly sprang off the ground, leaving a series of afterimages in the Void. His battle sword lunged forth once again, still targeting Wang Lingling’s chest.

"Phantom Movement Technique!" Wang Lingling, her face flushed with fury, executed her movement technique and swiftly darted to the side.

"What a pity!" Having missed his target, Wang Yuan Jing felt a tinge of regret, but his interest didn’t diminish in the slightest. Without pause, his Sword Qi, like a sudden torrential rainstorm, enveloped Wang Lingling’s upper body.

Faced with such ferocious attacks and her own inferior strength, Wang Lingling was powerless to retaliate. She could only defend passively and evade awkwardly.

"Bastard, he’s toying with Lingling!" Peng Shizhuang’s face turned ashen, his fists clenched, his eyes practically spitting fire.

The faces of Qin Wudao, Xiang Yu, Li Ru, and the others darkened. Anyone could see that Wang Yuan Jing was simply toying with Wang Lingling.

Battles between prodigies always carried strong political undertones! Wang Yuan Jing’s actions could be said to be grinding the Qin Dynasty’s national prestige under his heel!

SHLICK! The sound of fabric tearing. Wang Lingling’s clothes at her back were slashed by Sword Qi, revealing a large patch of her snow-white skin and drawing the gazes of many male Martial Artists.

"Great!" "Senior Brother Wang did brilliantly!" A dozen disciples from the Green Stripe Sect leaped to their feet, hollering loudly, their eyes wide and fixed on that patch of exposed white skin.

Dong Changcheng, seated in the very center, wasn’t as unruly as his disciples, but the smile lingering at the corners of his mouth clearly indicated his excellent mood.

The Qin Divine Court, in the end, was still inferior to the Green Stripe Sect! Even with a powerhouse like Xiang Yu!

"Ah!" Realizing what had happened, Wang Lingling felt the draft on her back and quickly clapped her hands behind her, completely abandoning her frontal defense.

The Primitive Continent was a feudal society where women’s attire was traditionally conservative. They cherished their chastity like jade; private areas like their backs were meant only for the eyes of their future Dao companions.

Imagine the severe psychological trauma inflicted on Wang Lingling by exposing her back to more than two hundred thousand people in such an environment.

"Now *this* is interesting!" The corners of Wang Yuan Jing’s mouth curled upward as he eyed her long, slender legs. With a lecherous smirk, he lunged with his sword. A flash of sword light! Wang Lingling’s red skirt was severed at the thigh, exposing her fair, long legs.

"Hahaha!" Wang Yuan Jing roared with laughter.

"Despicable! You despicable, vile cur!" This act thoroughly enraged the female Martial Artists watching the battle. They gritted their teeth. To think someone could commit such a despicable act in broad daylight! Only the Green Stripe Sect would stoop so low!

The referee of Arena Number One frowned slightly upon seeing this. However, bound by the competition’s rules, he did not intervene.

"Damn that Wang Yuan Jing! I’ll kill him! I’ll cut him into a thousand pieces!" Peng Shizhuang, who harbored feelings for Wang Lingling, could no longer sit still. His eyes were bloodshot, radiating killing intent as he unsheathed the sword at his waist, ready to rush onto the arena.

"Calm down! This is a competition!" Xiang Yu reached out and grabbed Peng Shizhuang, his voice cold.

His own expression was filled with murderous intent, his heart overflowing with an anger that had nowhere to vent. But competitions had rules! Since they had chosen to participate, they had to abide by the rules of the East Border Grand Ceremony.

"Stop!" Qin Wudao took a step forward, appearing at the edge of the arena. He said to the referee, "Senior, we admit defeat!"

"Alright!" The referee, who also despised Wang Yuan Jing’s character, agreed immediately with a nod. He feared that if the contest continued, Wang Lingling’s clothes would be completely torn off. To female cultivators, losing their chastity was more terrifying than death itself.

"Thank you, Elder!" Qin Wudao bowed in salute, then leaped onto the arena. He took a robe from his personal storage space, draped it over Wang Lingling, and turned to look at Wang Yuan Jing, his murderous intent overflowing like a waterfall. It had been a long time since he had been this furious!

"Kid, what are *you* looking at?" Wang Yuan Jing barked. Winning the contest had inflated his ego; he actually thought Qin Wudao was just another ordinary prodigy from the Qin Dynasty and spoke without any courtesy.

Qin Wudao retracted his gaze, took Wang Lingling’s arm, and flew back to the audience section.

"Useless trash!" With a face full of disdain, Wang Yuan Jing strode off the arena with a victor’s gait.

"The Qin Divine Court concedes! Wang Yuan Jing of the Green Stripe Sect wins!" The referee stepped onto the arena and announced loudly. He glanced at Wang Yuan Jing’s retreating figure with the corner of his eye, a cold smirk playing on his lips. Still acting so smug when death is knocking at his door.

He was very clear about Qin Wudao’s background. The Lord of the Qin Divine Court! In terms of status, Qin Wudao could be considered an equal to Dong Changcheng. For Wang Yuan Jing to dare call him ’kid’—wasn’t that like lighting a lantern in a latrine, just looking for death?

"The competition continues! Will Prodigy Number Two of Arena Number One please face Prodigy Number Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine!" The referee shook his head, no longer paying attention to Wang Yuan Jing. Just a dead man walking, he thought. Gathering Spiritual Energy in his throat, he shouted aloud.

Two youthful figures soared into the air and landed on the arena. After bowing to each other, they engaged in a fierce battle. Every move was powerful, yet they refrained from using any despicable tactics, making it a thoroughly enjoyable spectacle for the onlookers.

"Your Majesty, I’ve disgraced the Qin Dynasty!" After returning to the Qin Divine Court’s section, Wang Lingling said, her eyes red. This girl, who hadn’t shed a tear even when personally insulted, was now sobbing uncontrollably because she felt she had damaged the Qin Dynasty’s prestige.

"It’s alright. Get some rest. I will seek justice for you!" Qin Wudao said, his face cold, a hint of killing intent in his eyes. He had already marked the Green Stripe Sect for death.

"In the future, when you encounter anyone from the Green Stripe Sect, show no mercy if you can defeat them. If you can’t, concede immediately.

"After the East Border Grand Ceremony is over, I will personally lead people to pay the Green Stripe Sect a visit!"

If it had been a proper spar, a loss would have been just a loss. He wouldn’t necessarily have taken it to heart, much less held a grudge. But the Green Stripe Sect’s actions had crossed his bottom line! Death!

The Martial Artists’ contests continued day and night.

By the afternoon of the second day, six people from the Qin Dynasty had competed, achieving two wins and four losses—not a very good result.

Compared to the established old-guard factions, the newly risen Qin Dynasty still had a considerable gap to bridge.

"Next up, will Prodigy Number Three Hundred Thirty-Four please face Prodigy Number Six Hundred Sixty-Six on Arena Number Fifty!"

「As dusk began to settle」

Qin Wudao, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, heard his number. He slowly opened his eyes, a sharp glint like sword light flashing within them, and walked towards the arena.

Not far away, another figure also rose and walked towards Arena Number Fifty.

"Initial Stage of the Heavenly Realm. His Majesty has this won!" Xiang Yu and the others looked over, sensed their opponent’s strength, and a faint smile appeared on their faces. This was a guaranteed win!