I alone am the Honoured One!

Chapter 558 A small dispute [3]

558  A small dispute [3]

Standing on the counter near the arena, Zhao Tian glanced at the paper in front of him.

The paper is the binding... an agreement for a death match, stating that neither side's friends nor family would seek vengeance, regardless of the outcome. After signing the paper, Zhao Tian walked to the arena and glanced at Wei Liang, who was standing opposite him.

Wei Liang smirked as he rolled his shoulders, the faint glow of his astral energy rippling across his body.

He was confident... Why wouldn't he be?

As an inner court disciple, he was not only a stage above Zhao Tian in cultivation but also held a significant advantage in combat experience. On the sidelines of the arena, Lei Feng stood with his arms crossed, and he was ready to step into the ring should Wei Liang falter, though he found the notion laughable.

"Wei Liang is more than capable of handling this brat," Lei Feng thought smugly.

Still, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of unease as he noticed Zhao Tian's calm demeanor.

Fights often happen in the arena; it's no wonder, but its not like everyday you can see a death match.

Even in a short time, rumors flew, and there are quite a small crowd around the arena to witness the fight.

And what's the most interesting part is that the fight is between an outer court disciple and an inner court disciple.

"Did you hear? That outer disciple dared to challenge Wei Liang to a death match!" "Is he insane? An outer court disciple doesn't stand a chance!" "But look at him... He doesn't seem nervous at all and he is handsome."

"He looks cute."

Li Jia was standing nervously among the crowd as she looked at Zhao Tian.

'I know Tian is strong… He even killed that wretched sister of mine…' she thought, biting her lip. 'But these two seniors are a stage above him in cultivation. How can he possibly win?'

There are two other women in the crowd who were shocked to see Zhao Tian in the arena.

H-Huh?

Qi Xue's eyes shook in horror, her delicate face paling as she clutched her sister's arm. "Nue'er… Little Brother is…"

Qi Nue was equally taken aback and her gaze squinted "Let's go and call Master Jing."

"Y-Yes.. lets go."

The two sisters hurriedly pushed their way through the crowd, their anxious expressions drawing curious glances from those they passed. ...

*THONG* Back in the arena, the tension reached a boiling point as the gong signaling the start of the match echoed through the air.

The crowd fell silent, their breaths held in anticipation. 19:21

Astral energy flared out of Wei Liang's body as he stepped forward 'Even without using my evil cultivation technique, I can kill brats like these easily.'

"You must be trying to show off in front of people.. by challen-"

 *flick* Zhao Tian teleported from his place and appeared in front of Wei Liang, a cold gint passing through his eyes.

Huh? Wei Liang's breath caught in his throat.

He didn't have time to react before Zhao Tian's hand shot out, grabbing his face in an iron grip. Zhao Tian's gaze condensed as his fingers gripped his face 'If you were only an Evil cultivator, I would have given you a painless death.'

'But you touched Li Jia... No one dares to touch my women.'

His fingers clutched his face and Wei Liang's mind raced in panic. 'What is this strength? Ho-'

But his thoughts were violently interrupted as Zhao Tian smashed his head into the arena floor with a deafening *THOOM!*

The impact reverberated through the entire coliseum, sending tremors into the ground.

A spiderweb of cracks exploded outward from where Wei Liang's skull collided with the reinforced stone floor.

Wei Liang's eyes rolled back for a moment, his vision swimming as the sheer force of the blow scrambled his senses.

His skull felt like it had been cracked open, and his body instinctively spasmed from the impact.

"UGHHHH!" Wei Liang's agonized groan echoed through the arena, but Zhao Tian wasn't done.

Far from it.

Before Wei Liang could recover, Zhao Tian pulled him up by the face, lifting him off the ground like a ragdoll.

*cough* *cough* Blood dripped from Wei Liang's nose, and his jaw hung slack as his brain struggled to process what was happening.

Zhao Tian hurled Wei Liang across the arena like a missile.

*woosh* Wei Liang's body slammed into one of the stone pillars lining the arena's edge, shattering it into rubble.

CRACK! BOOM!

"URRGHH!" Wei Liang coughed violently, spitting out blood as he slumped to the ground.

His limbs twitched, his body refusing to obey his commands.

But Zhao Tian didn't give him a moment to breathe.

He appeared in front of Wei Liang in a flash, grabbing him by the ankle and swinging him like a broken puppet.

"AGHH!" Wei Liang's body smashed into the ground, then into the wall, then back onto the floor.

Each impact left craters and cracks in the stone, the sheer brutality of the attacks leaving the crowd in stunned silence.

"Stop... Ugh... STOP!" Wei Liang managed to choke out, blood dripping from his mouth.

His once-pristine robes were now in tatters, stained red.

Zhao Tian ignored and raised Wei Liang by the throat, lifting him high into the air.

Wei Liang's astral energy flared weakly as he tried to get some semblance of resistance, but it was like a candle flickering in a storm.

Zhao Tian's aura completely overpowered his, suffocating him like a crushing tide.

Zhao Tian slammed Wei Liang down onto his knees, the sound of bones cracking audible even to the audience. *crunch* *crack*

"ARGHHHHH!!!" Wei Liang screamed, but the sound was cut short as Zhao Tian's knee drove into his face, sending him sprawling backward in the arena. The crowd was surprised... It is not new for them to kill people, but Zhao Tian's methods are quite brutal.

Lei Feng's eyes shrank in shock looking at the horror in the arena "What the hell is happening?"

------------------------------------------------

I hope you guys liked this chapter!

Edit: There is a fan ranking event going on in Webnovel right now, so if you could add fan points for Zhao Suyin as she is in the 15th place rn