Chapter 179: Life Is Not Worth Living

On the martial stage.

The two prodigy disciples had been evenly matched, but now Zong Hentian's appearance was shocking. At this moment on the stage, Feng Xiaoling's heroic posture crushed Zong Hentian to the point where not even a hair remained.

"In the Nine Firmament Sect, I've heard your name—one of the strongest prodigy disciples of the current generation in the Holy Sect." Feng Xiaoling praised, but then his tone shifted, "But seeing is not as good as hearing; you are utterly disappointing. You are not worthy to be mentioned in the same breath as me."

Feng Xiaoling was elegant and graceful, gently waving his folding fan, showing no regard for Zong Hentian. His aloof eyes revealed a hint of contempt.

At that moment, Zong Hentian desperately wanted to crush his opponent, but the pain in his crotch made it impossible for him to speak. If he opened his mouth, he feared he would faint from the agony.

Uncle Lin's method was truly too ruthless. If he had known it would be like this, he would rather lose than suffer such pain.

This pain was not only physical but also mental.

"Senior Brother Zong, keep it up..." At this moment, the participating prodigy disciples waved their hands, cheering for Zong Hentian.

The disciples on the competition platform exchanged glances, then gritted their teeth and began waving as well.

No matter what, Zong Hentian was still their senior brother. Even if he had lost all face now, they still hoped Senior Brother Zong would win.

"The match begins..." The ordinary elder glanced at Zong Hentian and sighed helplessly. What had happened to the sect this year?

Could it be that they were really going to suffer a crushing defeat?

"Brother Wuyai, it seems this round will be won by the Nine Firmament Sect again." Liang Yichu looked at the situation on the stage, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Wuyai said nothing, his gaze fixed on the martial stage. He had nothing to say about Liang Yichu's smugness.

Show some spirit...

At this moment, Feng Xiaoling closed his folding fan and pointed it arrogantly at Zong Hentian. "Make your move. I'm afraid that if I strike, you won't have a chance to fight back."

As soon as Feng Xiaoling said this, the Holy Sect disciples were furious, their faces flushed with anger as they discussed among themselves.

"This guy is too arrogant, even more arrogant than Xin Feng."

"Although we don't know why Senior Brother Zong is in this state today, he's not someone anyone can look down on."

"Senior Brother Zong is one of the strongest prodigies in our sect. What right does he have to underestimate him?"

"Senior Brother Zong, keep it up! Show this guy the power of our Holy Sect!"

...

Zong Hentian's bloodshot eyes stared at Feng Xiaoling. He was in so much pain that he had lost all interest. Although this guy was arrogant and infuriating, compared to the pain in his crotch, he cared more about his own crotch.

"Make your move. Don't waste time." Feng Xiaoling stood with his hands behind his back, staring straight at Zong Hentian.

"Stand up. Finish it quickly. There are many more matches to come." At this moment, Lin Fan urged.

In Lin Fan's view, from the moment Zong Hentian erupted, Feng Xiaoling should no longer be a match for him.

Although he had never boosted anyone before, and Zong Hentian was his first test subject, he believed that anything produced by the system must be of top quality.

"That fellow disciple of yours is interesting. Knowing you're bound to lose, he urges you to end it quickly. I think you should admit defeat; it's not a shameful thing." Feng Xiaoling said with a smile.

"You're wrong..." At this moment, Zong Hentian took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice.

"Hmm?" Feng Xiaoling's expression changed slightly.

Zong Hentian trembled as he slowly stood up. His tightly pressed legs parted slightly. In that instant, the qi and blood within him, which had been trained to the limit, suddenly burst forth with a series of rumbling sounds.

"Ah..."

Zong Hentian's expression was ferocious. His bloodshot eyes instantly turned crimson. As he stood up, an unparalleled pain reached its peak.

His long hair, which had been fluttering in the wind, now stood on end.

"I can't take it anymore. Fight!" At this moment, Zong Hentian roared. The explosive sound shook the minds of the lower-level disciples.

Lin Fan stared in shock at the scene on the stage, instantly dumbfounded.

He hadn't expected the boost from the "groin kick" to be so powerful. Zong Hentian was completely different from before.

"How is this possible?" On the high platform, Liang Yichu's expression changed. He looked down in disbelief.

In that instant, a violent aura had suddenly erupted from that disciple.

"Eh..." Wuyai, who had not held much hope, let out a surprised exclamation. He had already sensed the change in Zong Hentian.

This aura was at least much stronger than before, much stronger.

"Come!" At this moment, Zong Hentian roared. A whirlwind rose beneath his feet. He clutched his head with both hands. The pain in his crotch had reached his head, making him unbearable.

Feng Xiaoling's originally aloof expression changed instantly.

"This..."

Before Feng Xiaoling could finish speaking, Zong Hentian, who could no longer endure, erupted violently. A狂暴 aura swept across the entire arena.

"Take this palm!"

Zong Hentian walked forward step by step. Each step collided with the ground, producing a dull sound.

A palm covered with true essence carried an irresistible violent force, crushing down toward Feng Xiaoling.

At this moment, Feng Xiaoling's expression changed. True essence surged through his body. "Head-on clash? I like it."

Feng Xiaoling also struck out with a palm, intending to test who was stronger.

Standing among the prodigy disciples, Lin Fan watched everything and smiled slightly. "The outcome is decided. No need to watch."

"Boom..."

In an instant, a thunderous roar erupted. Two giant palms formed of true essence collided, creating a violent storm of true essence.

"Not bad..." At this moment, Feng Xiaoling sneered. But in that instant, his expression changed, and he exclaimed in disbelief.

"How is this possible?"

Zong Hentian's face was flushed. Puffs of white steam shot out from the top of his head.

"Boom..."

Zong Hentian struck out with a palm, its force unstoppable. Feng Xiaoling's body flew like a kite with a broken string, crashing off the stage.

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

The disciples of the Nine Firmament Sect looked at each other in disbelief. What had just happened? How could Feng Xiaoling have lost so easily?

On the platform, Liang Yichu stood up, staring at the scene in shock, almost wanting to roar, "Impossible!"

"Brother Yichu, sorry for the small victory." Supreme Elder Wuyai, recovering from his astonishment, said with a smile.

Sect Master Yan had not spoken throughout, but seeing what had happened, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Meanwhile, the disciples in the audience began cheering wildly.

"We won... We won..."

"Haha, I didn't expect such an easy win."

"Senior Brother Zong is indeed Senior Brother Zong. That guy was so cocky just now, but our senior brother sent him flying with one palm."

Even some female disciples showed contempt. All show and no substance; unexpectedly, he was so weak.

"Second match: Holy Sect prodigy disciple Zong Hentian wins."

...

"Come again!" Zong Hentian looked at Feng Xiaoling, who had been knocked flying, and roared angrily.

That palm strike had been exhilarating. With each palm, the pain lessened. But now that this guy had left the stage, what was he supposed to do?

Feng Xiaoling struggled to stand up off the stage, staring at Zong Hentian in bewilderment. He still couldn't figure out what had happened or why he had lost so decisively. This... this...

When Feng Xiaoling saw the looks from the surrounding disciples, his handsome face flushed red. He felt somewhat humiliated.

In the end, Zong Hentian, who was roaring wildly on the stage, was pulled down by others at Lin Fan's instruction.

The side effects of the "groin kick" were really strong. Not only did it stimulate potential, but it also made a person eager to fight. The match was already decided, yet he still stood on the stage provoking others. Where was that supposed to leave the other's face?

Just look at Feng Xiaoling's expression of utter despair to know how much of a blow Zong Hentian had dealt him.