The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 259: 259: Long Tianxing Suppresses Fatty Tiger, A Duel Between Fellow Disciples

Chapter 259: Chapter 259: Long Tianxing Suppresses Fatty Tiger, A Duel Between Fellow Disciples
“You… you’re going up?”

Ning Yujie looked at Long Tianxing, her attractive eyes filled with disbelief.

Fatty Tiger stared at Long Tianxing, stunned for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter, saying,

“Where did this brat come from? Just at the peak of the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement, and you want to compete with me, Fatty Tiger? I wonder if you wish to die or just don’t care about living?”

His voice was long and full of disdain.

Long Tianxing stepped forward, his cultivation aura suddenly soared, advancing into the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement, drawing surprise from the crowd.

“Turns out he was hiding his cultivation level!”

Fatty Tiger remained scornful.

Ning Yujie was also a bit astonished and said in a lowered voice, “Long Tianxing, even if you were hiding your cultivation level before, it’s still just the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement, which is far from enough to close the gap with Fatty Tiger. Winning is nearly impossible.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not as weak as you imagine,” Long Tianxing waved his hand dismissively and jumped onto the stage.

In the past few days, he had battled in Tree Demon Valley and last night took the Lower Grade Cultivation Qi Pill refined by Wang Ping’an, breaking through his bottleneck.

It was only now that he revealed his true cultivation level.

However, daring to contend with Fatty Tiger, he wasn’t relying on his cultivation level.

An Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement practitioner, no matter how strong, would hardly beat Fatty Tiger, but Long Tianxing was different. What he relied on was not his cultivation level, but his bloodline!

“Kid, don’t think that because you’re cute I’ll go easy on you. In a minute, I’ll make you cry with a full set of Fatty Tiger Meteor Fists.”

Fatty Tiger laughed boisterously, not taking Long Tianxing seriously at all.

“Heh! The moment I go up there, I’ll hit you with a slide tackle that will make you doubt your tiger lineage,” Long Tianxing pointed at Fatty Tiger fearlessly.

“You think a slide tackle will suffice to feed me?”

Fatty Tiger still didn’t take him seriously.

Seeing this, Long Tianxing crouched down, maintaining the horse stance, fists clenched at his waist, and suddenly roared mightily.

Accompanied by dazzling golden light, Long Tianxing entered the Dragon Transformation Form.

His body was covered in silver Dragon Scale Armor, and even a dragon tail had grown behind him. His momentum began to surge, amplifying to five times what it had been before, fully stepping into the level of a Demi-transformed Demon Beast.

“What spell is this?”

“It’s not a spell, it looks like a bloodline power.”

“This seems familiar, but I can’t quite recall its origin right now. However, I have a feeling that the force behind this young man is not simple, and we should not provoke him.”

Many cultivators and Transformative Demon Beasts showed expressions of surprise.

Then, they all heatedly began to discuss.

“He actually got five times stronger. Compared to me, he’s not much weaker,” Fatty Tiger said, eyeing Long Tianxing with a slight frown.

“Slide tackle!”

Long Tianxing really dashed forward, a sliding tackle aiming for Fatty Tiger’s lower body.

“Seeking death, Mighty Tiger Landing!”

Fatty Tiger leapt up, his hefty tiger paws plummeting from mid-air with a force as heavy as two gigantic elephants.

Bang!

Long Tianxing used “Binding Spirit Rope” to entangle Fatty Tiger’s waist. With a powerful swing, he flung himself like a swing towards the sky, nimbly dodging Fatty Tiger’s attack.

He pulled fiercely at the Binding Spirit Rope, leveraging it to get behind Fatty Tiger, and with a high kick, he forcefully stepped on Fatty Tiger’s head, kicking him down onto the platform.

“Oww!”

Fatty Tiger howled in pain, and then, he was faced with a barrage of furious attacks from Long Tianxing, each punch landing on his head and leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

“Kid, you’re courting death!” Fatty Tiger attempted to counterattack.

“Binding Spirit Rope!”

Long Tianxing instantly cast “Binding Spirit Rope” thrice, swiftly binding Fatty Tiger with three resilient ropes of light. He continued to cast “Binding Spirit Rope” relentlessly, unconcerned with his own exhaustion, and eventually tied up Fatty Tiger like a rice dumpling.

“Release me!”

Fatty Tiger was left with only his tiger head sticking out, bellowing angrily.

He had been careless just now, not dodging, and ended up tied up by Long Tianxing’s spell.

Although Long Tianxing was only at the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement, and the power of his spells wasn’t very strong, the sheer number of them was overwhelming!

This was akin to the principle of breaking chopsticks.

A single Binding Spirit Rope, Fatty Tiger could snap instantly, but dozens wound around him rendered him helpless, especially while facing the fierce onslaught of his formidable opponent Long Tianxing.

Bang, bang, bang!

Long Tianxing delivered a series of heavy blows to Fatty Tiger’s head.

“It hurts to death, stop it now!”

“Ouch, don’t hit the nose, it’s really painful!”

Fatty Tiger tried to break free from dozens of Binding Spirit Ropes, but realized he couldn’t muster any strength and was forced to passively take the beating while quickly begging for mercy.

However, Long Tianxing didn’t care at all and continued to hammer away.

“You’re infuriating me!” The Sect Master of Huli Sect paced back and forth, his complexion getting uglier by the minute.

“I surrender!”

Eventually, Fatty Tiger was forced to admit defeat and was thrown off the platform by Long Tianxing.

“You’re useless! You couldn’t even beat the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement, when we get back to the sect you’re punished with a thirty-day meat ban, you’ll eat vegetables only!” The Sect Master of Huli Sect scolded him furiously, his face turning beet red.

“What?”

Upon hearing he could only eat vegetables, Fatty Tiger felt like crying but had no tears and immediately cast an angry and somewhat resentful glance at Long Tianxing.

With Fatty Tiger’s defeat, the guardian of the platform became Long Tianxing.

“What a formidable youngster, what’s your name, and from which power do you come?” Xuangui Zhenren laughed heartily and asked.

“My name is Long Tianxing, I come from the.. the beautiful Feihua Sect.” Huo Yunjie had said not to reveal their identities, Long Tianxing remembered this and quickly corrected himself.

“Feihua Sect?”

Everyone turned to look at Ning Yujie.

Being stared at by everyone, Ning Yujie smiled and explained, “This is a friend of our Feihua Sect. As for which power he comes from, that’s not something we can disclose.”

Xuangui Zhenren raised an eyebrow and said, “No matter which power he belongs to, as long as he can hold the platform, he is the winner and will receive a Gold-fused Fallen Moon Bead. Who else would like to step up to the challenge?”

The Demi-transformed Demon Beasts present exchanged glances.

Fatty Tiger was so strong, yet he had been defeated by Long Tianxing, their strength was decent, but they were probably not a match for Long Tianxing either.

Wild Fist Rabbit, Brown Bear, Giant Wolf, and other powerful Demi-transformed Demon Beasts wanted to go up, but they had been defeated by Fatty Tiger earlier and lost the qualification to challenge again.

“It seems there’s no one else, next, I announce that this friend named Long Tianxing has won…”

“Wait a minute!”

Long Tianxing interrupted Xuangui Zhenren and said to Huo Yunjie below, “Second Senior Brother, I want to fight with you!”

“What are you doing?” Huo Yunjie couldn’t understand.

Seeing that the Gold-fused Fallen Moon Bead was about to be his, why was Long Tianxing suddenly challenging him to a fight? Could it be that he had gone mad?

“I want to fight you with all my might to help you break through your bottleneck!” Long Tianxing suddenly became very serious.

Huo Yunjie covered his face with his hand, feeling somewhat moved, but then spoke in a serious tone, “You want to fight me to help me break through my bottleneck, that’s good, and I’m grateful to you. But you could wait to get the Gold-fused Fallen Moon Bead before talking about it!”

“What?” Long Tianxing staggered back, realizing that maybe he was being too rash out of good intentions?

“So it’s about helping your Junior Brother break through his bottleneck, such deep brotherhood. You two fight to your heart’s content, regardless of the outcome, the Gold-fused Fallen Moon Bead is yours.”

The Yuebang Lady spoke.

She stretched out her delicate palm, and in her hand lay a hen’s egg-sized moon-white pearl emanating rich, pure Spiritual Energy and Moonlight Power, giving one a sense of sanctity. It was indeed a century’s worth of Gold-fused Fallen Moon Bead.

“Thank you, Yuebang Lady!” Long Tianxing quickly thanked.

“Go ahead with your spar, the more spectacular the better. That way, you’ll add a lot of color to my two-thousandth birthday celebration,” Xuangui Zhenren also supported the battle between Long Tianxing and Huo Yunjie.

“Thank you, Xuangui Zhenren.”

Long Tianxing and Huo Yunjie thanked him together.

On the platform.

The brothers faced each other, ten meters apart.

“Junior Brother Long, your Dragon Transformation Form is very strong, but my Cold Light Sword is not weak either, I’m worried about injuring you,” Huo Yunjie said, with his left hand forming a sword sign and his right hand gripping the sword hilt, his aura as sharp as blades.

“Senior Brother, please make your move, I feel like I can put enough pressure on you to help you break the bottleneck and advance to the Element Gathering Realm,” Long Tianxing said, starting to cast a spell, ready to make a move at any moment.

“Alright, then you need to be careful.”

Huo Yunjie swung his sword, and several sword beams crossed and sliced toward Long Tianxing, moving so fast that they surpassed the sensory limits of most people.

In his Dragon Transformation Form, Long Tianxing’s combat power surged, he figured out the direction of the sword beams, quickly dodged, and cast the “Binding Spirit Rope”, a light rope that entangled Huo Yunjie’s arm.

“Slash!”

Huo Yunjie wielded the Cold Light Sword, severing the light rope.

But Long Tianxing had already reached him using “Wind Spirit Steps”, as a silver claw with sharp edges swooped in, carrying strands of cold wind.

At that moment, Huo Yunjie felt the pressure.