All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Chapter 260 The Grand Competition Begins

Family members, does anyone understand?! The Lingxu Sect Grand Competition has finally begun!

The entire martial arts square was packed to the brim, even more bustling than a temple fair for ordinary people down the mountain. As far as the eye could see, there were countless heads, and the chattering was almost enough to lift the roof off.

On the high platform, the sect leader and the elders sat upright, each with a blank expression, pretending to be serious, but the expectation in their eyes could not be hidden.

Yu Huai, Jingming, and Ningshuang stood to one side, while Wei Yu, Xueyang, Xuanqing, Han Xuanxuan, and Xiagui squeezed into the front row, their eyes sparkling, ready to watch the show.

"Brother Wei Yu, what kind of performance do you think we'll get in the first round today?" Xue Yang rubbed his hands together, looking excited. "Don't let it be another one of those ordinary sword fights that's making me fall asleep."

Xuan Qing scratched his head, looking serious: "It's hard to say, Third Senior Brother. Maybe there's a dark horse? After all, even the junior brothers from the outer sect have signed up for this competition, and I heard that some of them have secretly practiced unique skills."

Han Xuanxuan, hugging her little rabbit doll, hopped and skipped, saying, "I don't care! I want to see spells flying everywhere, preferably spells even more beautiful than fireworks!"

Xia Gui quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, yes! We also want to see powerful magic treasures. Last time I saw a senior brother from the outer sect had a jade pendant that could glow; it was so beautiful!"

Wei Yu smiled and ruffled the heads of the two men, his gaze fixed on the center of the martial arts stage, his tone filled with anticipation: "Don't worry, since this is a sect competition, we certainly won't let everyone down. Perhaps, there will be some surprises."

He was absolutely right – who would have thought that the very first game would leave everyone stunned and laughing so hard they were pounding the table!

Just then, the elder referee, whisk in hand, leaped onto the arena, cleared his throat, and amplified his voice with spiritual power, making it resound throughout the entire plaza: "Quiet! Quiet down!"

The once noisy square instantly fell silent; you could hear a pin drop. All eyes were fixed on the martial arts stage.

"The Lingxu Sect Grand Competition officially begins!" The referee elder's tone was solemn, but a sly smile played on his lips, clearly anticipating an exciting spectacle. "First match: Inner disciple Lin Feng vs. Outer disciple Wang Tiezhu!"

As soon as the words were spoken, two figures, one on the left and one on the right, leaped onto the martial arts stage.

Lin Feng on the left, dressed in a white Taoist robe, with his hair tied up and wearing a crown, holding a long sword, has a tall and handsome figure, a perfect template for a handsome cultivator, and his appearance immediately drew screams from his junior sisters.

"Wow! It's Senior Brother Lin Feng! Senior Brother Lin Feng is so handsome!"

"Senior Brother Lin Feng is one of the top ten experts in the inner sect. His swordsmanship is superb. We've got this match in the bag!"

"Wang Tiezhu? That name sounds ordinary. Just an outer disciple. He's definitely no match for Senior Brother Lin Feng!"

Cheers erupted from the audience. Lin Feng slightly raised his hand, clasped his hands in a fist salute to the audience, and revealed a smug smile on his face. His eyes were full of disdain, as if he had already won the battle.

Looking at Wang Tiezhu on the right, the style has completely gone astray.

He wore a faded, coarse cloth Taoist robe, his hair was messy, and he had a faint birthmark on his face. He was stocky and looked like someone who had just finished working in the fields and was just there to make up the numbers, which was a stark contrast to Lin Feng.

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience, and some people even made quiet teasing remarks.

"Hahaha, is Wang Tiezhu here to be funny? He dares to participate in the competition dressed like that?"

"I think he's just here to make up the numbers; he probably couldn't even withstand one move from Senior Brother Lin Feng!"

"Don't say that. What if they're hiding something? But to be honest, I really don't believe it!"

Wang Tiezhu scratched his messy hair, looked simple and honest, and grinned at the audience, revealing a set of big white teeth. He didn't care about the teasing of the crowd at all, as if he hadn't come to participate in the competition, but to stroll through the market.

Xueyang laughed heartily: "Hahaha, this Wang Tiezhu is quite interesting. He has a really good mentality. Even though he's being laughed at like this, he can still laugh."

Xuan Qing nodded: "Yes, but Senior Brother Lin Feng's swordsmanship is really amazing. Junior Brother Wang Tiezhu is probably going to suffer a loss."

Wei Yu frowned slightly, feeling that this Wang Tiezhu was not simple—to stand out from the outer sect and participate in the sect competition, he must not be an ordinary person. Perhaps there really was a surprise.

The elder referee looked at the two and said in a deep voice, "Are you ready? The match begins. Stop when you've made your point; no killing blows allowed!"

"Ready!" Lin Feng spoke first, his tone arrogant, looking at Wang Tiezhu with disdain. "Junior brother, I advise you to admit defeat, lest you get injured by me and lose face later."

Wang Tiezhu chuckled and scratched his head: "Senior brother, you can't be too certain. The outcome is still uncertain!"

"Stubborn fool!" Lin Feng's face darkened, a flash of anger in his eyes. "Since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for showing mercy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng suddenly raised his hand, pointed it at the sky, and shouted loudly, his tone firm and powerful, exuding the aura of a strongman: "Sword, come!"

That shout of "Sword, come!" was so powerful and resounding that it echoed throughout the entire martial arts square, instantly igniting the atmosphere!

A flash of white light appeared, and the scabbard at Lin Feng's waist flew out automatically. A long sword with a chilling light rose from the scabbard, carrying a sharp sword aura, and slowly landed in Lin Feng's hand.

With the longsword in hand, Lin Feng's posture became even more upright, his spiritual energy surging around him, and his sword energy crisscrossing, making him look incredibly cool. Another cheer and screams rang out from below the stage.

"Holy crap! That's awesome! Is this what sword cultivators are all about?"

"Senior Brother Lin Feng is so awesome! His single word, 'Sword, come!' was so cool it captivated me!"

"Wang Tiezhu is doomed! With that kind of aura, he simply can't withstand it!"

The elders on the platform nodded in agreement, their faces showing satisfied smiles. Clearly, they highly approved of Lin Feng's performance.

Lin Feng gripped his longsword, looking at Wang Tiezhu with smug satisfaction, his tone arrogant: "Junior brother, do you see? This is my strength. It's not too late to admit defeat!"

Wang Tiezhu continued chuckling, showing no sign of panic. Instead, he took a deep breath, raised his head, and shouted a slogan at the sky, his voice even louder than Lin Feng's, making everyone's ears ring: "Bring the guns!"

The shout of "Bring the gun!" was delivered with such confidence that it instantly drowned out the cheers from the audience, leaving everyone stunned.

Guns coming?

Everyone looked at each other with puzzled expressions, their eyes filled with confusion.

Lin Feng was also taken aback, then laughed, his tone mocking: "A gun? Junior brother, are you out of your mind? Why do you have to imitate others?"

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience, even louder than before.

"Hahaha! Guns? Did I hear that right? Has Wang Tiezhu lost his mind?"

"Just because someone is handsome doesn't mean you can imitate them?"

"Oh no, this Wang Tiezhu is not only plain-looking, but also not very bright. It seems he's just here to make up the numbers!"

Wei Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he had a vague guess in his mind. He couldn't help but smile: "You wait and see, you'll find out soon enough. I guarantee you'll be very surprised."

Xueyang and Xuanqing also looked puzzled, wondering what Wang Tiezhu was up to.

Just as everyone was laughing and wondering, a strange thing happened!

Suddenly, a red light flashed beneath Wang Tiezhu's feet, followed by a crackling sound of electricity. A dark, cold, and strangely shaped object appeared out of thin air and landed in Wang Tiezhu's hand with a clatter.

The thing was completely black, with a thick and long barrel and strange patterns engraved on the body. It looked heavy and unlike any other magic weapon in the cultivation world. No matter how you looked at it, it exuded a strange aura.

The entire room fell silent instantly. Everyone stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape, as if they could fit an egg in their mouths. The smiles on their faces froze instantly, and they stared in disbelief at what Wang Tiezhu was holding.