Chapter 178: This Sky Will Belong to Me

“It’s him…” At that moment, Zong Hentian’s expression changed as he looked at the figure rising from the Jiuxiao Sect.

“Who is he?” Lin Fan asked.

“He is a prodigy disciple from the Jiuxiao Sect, very powerful. I saw him once before in the forbidden area, and he was formidable.” Zong Hentian was uncertain now.

At first, he hadn’t paid attention, but now, upon hearing the name, he recalled the past.

In the first match, the Holy Sect had suffered a crushing defeat, which affected the sect’s morale. Originally, Zong Hentian had planned to take the second match to secure a win and stabilize the momentum. However, now the situation seemed far from simple.

“Senior brothers, I failed to win.” At this moment, Qiu Tianran approached with his head lowered, his expression somber, clearly still upset about his loss and frustrated at having faced Xin Feng so early.

“Don’t blame yourself, junior brother. That Xin Feng is likely only a match for our senior master. Just having the courage to face him is already a great victory,” Zong Hentian said.

“I understand.” Qiu Tianran nodded at Zong Hentian. “Senior brother, the next match is yours. Do your best.”

Zong Hentian nodded, though he wasn’t very confident.

Lin Fan looked at Feng Xiaoling from the Jiuxiao Sect. Given Zong Hentian’s current strength, winning this match would be extremely difficult, with very little chance of success.

Feng Xiaoling’s strength, although not as great as Xin Feng’s, was still formidable.

Damn it.

The more Lin Fan looked, the angrier he became. What was going on with the Holy Sect? Compared to other sects, it seemed so weak.

But recalling Qiongqi’s defeat, Lin Fan finally understood.

If Qiongqi hadn’t made any mistakes, he would have been invincible among the prodigy disciples.

Even someone like Xin Feng might not have been his match. Now, with Qiongqi having made a mistake and being subdued by Lin Fan, unable to participate in the competition, there was naturally no one who could dominate the opponent.

“Brother Wuya, although Feng Xiaoling isn’t as strong as my disciple, he is still one of the top prodigies in the sect. I’m afraid your disciple is destined to lose,” Liang Yichu said with a smile.

Wuya glanced at the sect leader, who remained calm and composed despite the disciple’s loss. He sighed, “Who will win or lose is still uncertain, Brother Yichu. Don’t be too confident.”

“That’s impossible,” Liang Yichu waved his hand dismissively. There was no need to think too much. With their cultivation levels, it was clear who was stronger and who was weaker.

…

“Hentian, how confident are you about winning?” Lin Fan asked.

“Three out of ten,” Zong Hentian hesitated for a moment before giving the highest possibility he could think of.

Zong Hentian was not a modest person. If victory were certain, he wouldn’t be so worried. The problem was that he truly had no confidence.

In the forbidden area, Zong Hentian had not fought against Feng Xiaoling directly, but he had seen him fight and naturally knew how strong he was.

“Junior master, I can ensure your victory, but it will be painful,” Lin Fan said. Although the final match was supposed to be his, losing two matches in a row would be problematic. At the very least, they needed to draw.

“Master, as long as I can win, I can endure any pain,” Zong Hentian said excitedly, looking at Lin Fan. No matter how great the pain, he was ready to bear it if it meant victory.

Seeing the determined look on Zong Hentian’s face, Lin Fan finally nodded. He then gestured, “Come on, surround us.”

Although the other prodigy disciples didn’t understand what Senior Master Lin was planning, they eventually followed his instructions, surrounding him and Zong Hentian to block the view from the outside.

At this moment, Lin Fan tore off his sleeve, “Come on, stuff this in your mouth. Don’t scream.”

Lin Fan was about to unleash a ruthless attack on his own disciple.

The “Testicle Kick” had two effects: one was to instantly disable the opponent, and the other was to trigger a frenzied state with enhanced power if the strike was not strong enough.

Although the effects differed, the pain was exactly the same.

Seeing Senior Master Lin’s serious expression, Zong Hentian took a few deep breaths, stuffed the sleeve into his mouth, and nodded firmly, signaling Lin Fan to proceed.

“Spread your legs!” Lin Fan ordered.

Without hesitation, Zong Hentian immediately spread his legs.

At this moment, Lin Fan’s expression subtly changed. He focused his gaze on Zong Hentian’s crotch.

His mind raced, calculating the angle, force, and other factors.

Zong Hentian’s forehead began to sweat slightly. This wasn’t from pain but from the intense nervousness he felt. He didn’t know what Lin Fan was about to do to him or what method he would use to ensure his victory.

But judging from Senior Master Lin’s serious expression, he knew the method wouldn’t be simple.

“Alright, endure it!” At that moment, Lin Fan’s eyes flashed with determination. The “Castration Kick,” carrying immense power, tore through the void and struck Zong Hentian’s crotch with a fierce blow.

“Bang…”

At that moment, a dull sound echoed. Zong Hentian’s body trembled violently, as if he had momentarily lost his breath.

His previously slightly rosy face suddenly turned bright red. His neck veins bulged, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins, and even his breathing became rapid.

Zong Hentian slowly removed the sleeve from his mouth, then tightly closed his legs, his body slightly hunched, his mouth open, as if he had much to say but was too pained to utter a single word.

“Alright, endure it. Hold your breath and charge forward to defeat the opponent.” Lin Fan knew Zong Hentian must be in great pain, but if he wanted victory, he had to endure.

“Please step onto the stage, both of you,” the ordinary elder shouted.

“It’s him…” At this moment, Zong Hentian looked at the figure standing up from the Jiuxiao Sect, his expression changing.

“Who is he?” Lin Fan asked.

“He’s a prodigious disciple of the Jiuxiao Sect, very powerful. I saw him once in the forbidden land, and he was strong.” Zong Hentian now felt uncertain.

At first, he hadn’t paid attention, but now, hearing the name, he remembered.

The first match ended in a crushing defeat for the Holy Sect, which affected the morale of the sect. Originally, Zong Hentian had planned to secure a win in the second match to stabilize the morale, but now, it seemed it wouldn’t be that simple.

“Brothers, I couldn’t win.” At this moment, Qiu Tianran walked over with his head down, his expression somewhat gloomy, clearly upset about his loss and feeling helpless about encountering Xin Feng in the first match.

“Junior brother, don’t blame yourself. Xin Feng is probably only someone our uncle can match. Having the courage to fight him is already a great victory,” Zong Hentian said.

“Mm.” Qiu Tianran looked at Zong Hentian and then nodded, “Senior brother, the next match is yours. Good luck.”

Zong Hentian nodded, not feeling very confident about it.

Lin Fan looked at Feng Xiaoling from the Jiuxiao Sect. With Zong Hentian’s current strength, winning this match would be very difficult, the chances were slim.

Feng Xiaoling’s strength, though not as great as Xin Feng’s, was still formidable.

Damn it.

The more Lin Fan looked, the angrier he became. What’s wrong with the Holy Sect? Compared to other sects, they seem so weak.

But thinking about Mie Qiongqi, Lin Fan understood.

If Mie Qiongqi hadn’t made a mistake, he would probably be an invincible existence among the prodigious disciples.

Even Xin Feng might not be his match. Now that Mie Qiongqi had made a mistake and was tamed by him, unable to participate in the competition, naturally, no one could crush the opponent.

“Brother Wuya, although Feng Xiaoling is not as good as my disciple, he is still one of the top prodigies in the sect. I’m afraid your disciple is destined to lose,” Liang Yichu said with a smile.

Wuya glanced at the sect leader, seeing his calm and peaceful expression, not affected by the disciple’s loss, and sighed, “Who wins and who loses is still uncertain, Brother Yichu. Don’t capsize in a ditch.”

“That’s impossible.” Liang Yichu waved his hand. With their cultivation, who is strong and who is weak is clear at a glance.

…

“Hentian, how confident are you of winning?” Lin Fan asked.

“Thirty percent.” Zong Hentian hesitated for a moment, finally giving the highest possibility.

Zong Hentian was not a modest person. If he was sure of winning, he wouldn’t be so worried, but the key was, he really wasn’t confident now.

In the forbidden land, Zong Hentian hadn’t fought him, but he had seen him in action and naturally knew how strong he was.

“Uncle, I can make you win for sure, but you’ll have to suffer a bit.” Now, although it was his turn to be the last, losing two matches in a row would probably be inappropriate. No matter what, they had to at least draw.

“Uncle, as long as I can win, I can endure any suffering.” At this moment, Zong Hentian looked at Lin Fan excitedly. As long as he could win, he could endure any hardship.

Lin Fan looked at Zong Hentian’s determined face and finally nodded, then beckoned, “Come, surround us.”

The other prodigious disciples, though not understanding what Uncle Lin meant, all followed his command and surrounded Lin Fan and Zong Hentian, not letting the outside see what was happening inside.

At this moment, Lin Fan tore off his sleeve, “Here, stuff it in your mouth, don’t shout out.”

At this moment, Lin Fan was ready to go all out, ruthlessly attacking his own people.

The “Kick to the Groin” had two effects. The first was to instantly incapacitate the opponent, and the second was to, if the strike wasn’t strong enough, send the opponent into a frenzied state, unleashing their full power.

Although these two effects were different, the pain was exactly the same.

Seeing Uncle Lin’s serious expression, Zong Hentian took a few deep breaths, stuffed the sleeve into his mouth, then nodded heavily, signaling Uncle Lin to proceed.

“Spread your legs!” Lin Fan said.

Zong Hentian didn’t hesitate, immediately spreading his legs.

At this moment, Lin Fan’s expression changed slightly, his eyes fixed on Zong Hentian’s crotch.

His brain instantly started calculating angles, force, and other factors.

Zong Hentian’s forehead slightly sweated, not from pain but from extreme nervousness. He didn’t know what Uncle Lin was going to do to him.

What method would he use to ensure his victory?

But seeing Uncle Lin’s serious expression, he knew it wouldn’t be simple.

“Good, endure it.” At this moment, a gleam flashed in Lin Fan’s eyes, and the “Kick to the Groin” with unparalleled force broke through layers of space, fiercely striking Zong Hentian’s crotch.

“Thud…”

At this moment, a dull sound rang out, and Zong Hentian’s body trembled violently, as if he was suffocating.

Zong Hentian’s originally slightly rosy face suddenly turned red, veins bulging on his neck, his eyes filled with bloodshot lines, even his breathing became rapid.

Zong Hentian slowly took the sleeve out of his mouth, then brought his legs together, his body slightly bent, his mouth open as if he had a lot to say, but the pain made it impossible to utter a word.

“Good, endure it, hold that breath, charge up, and take down your opponent.” Lin Fan knew Zong Hentian must be in great pain, but if he wanted victory, he had to endure.

“Please, both of you, come up to the stage.” An ordinary elder shouted.

Feng Xiaoling, with a smile on his lips, gracefully floated onto the stage, his long hair flowing, his face handsome, flicking his fingers, his folding fan opening silently.

This aura, this posture, made countless people feel inferior.

The female disciples of the Holy Sect, though they should cheer for their sect, were now mesmerized by the god-like Feng Xiaoling.

“What a handsome young man.” Lü Mingyang, sitting on the stage, couldn’t help but exclaim.

Liang Yichu, hearing this, smiled, “He’s the number one on our sect’s charm list, the ideal partner in the hearts of countless female disciples, a perfect disciple with both strength and looks.”

Seeing Liang Yichu so smug, Elder Wuya glared at Lü Mingyang. Wasn’t this boosting the enemy’s morale and diminishing their own?

Lü Mingyang, seeing Elder Wuya’s look, could only smile helplessly.

And at this moment, Zong Hentian stepped onto the stage.

But what happened next was astonishing.

Zong Hentian walked onto the stage with his legs tightly together, as if there was something wrong with them, his movements very difficult, his comical appearance making Elder Wuya’s face darken, unable to bear looking directly.

This was embarrassing, the sect’s face was completely lost.

“Brother Wuya, the way your sect’s disciple makes his entrance is quite unique, a once-in-a-millennium sight,” Liang Yichu laughed heartily.

“Haha… Is that guy sick?” The prodigious disciples of the Jiuxiao Sect all laughed, pointing at Zong Hentian and laughing.

“The Holy Sect truly has a wealth of talent.”

…

At this moment, Zong Hentian felt that only by keeping his legs together could he alleviate his pain.

As for Uncle Lin’s method, Zong Hentian hadn’t yet experienced anything different, except for the pain in his crotch, there was no enhancement.

But he believed Uncle Lin wouldn’t deceive him.

Uncle Lin told him.

The moment he stands straight, this sky will belong to Zong Hentian.

This aura and posture made countless people feel inferior.

The female disciples of the Holy Sect, although they wanted to cheer for their sect, were now captivated by Feng Xiaoling, who looked like a god.

“What a handsome young man,” Lu Mingyang, sitting on the stage, couldn’t help but exclaim.

Hearing this, Liang Yichu smiled, “He is the top of our sect’s Handsomeness List, the ideal partner in the hearts of countless female disciples. He possesses both strength and beauty, a perfect disciple.”

Seeing Liang Yichu so smug, Elder Wuya glared at Lu Mingyang. Wasn’t this boosting others’ morale while diminishing their own?

Seeing Elder Wuya’s gaze, Lu Mingyang could only smile helplessly.

At this moment, Zong Hentian stepped onto the stage.

But an astonishing scene unfolded.

Zong Hentian walked with his legs tightly closed, as if something was wrong with them, struggling to reach the stage. His comical appearance made Elder Wuya’s face darken, unable to watch directly.

Shameful, the sect’s face was completely lost.

“Brother Wuya, the way this sect’s disciple entered the stage is quite unique, a once-in-a-thousand-years sight,” Liang Yichu laughed loudly.

“Haha… Is that guy sick?” The prodigy disciples from the Jiuxiao Sect laughed, pointing at Zong Hentian.

“Indeed, the Holy Sect is full of talents.”

…

At this moment, Zong Hentian felt that only by keeping his legs tightly closed could he alleviate his pain.

As for Senior Master Lin’s method, Zong Hentian hadn’t yet experienced any difference. Apart from the pain in his crotch, there was no enhancement at all.

But he believed Senior Master Lin wouldn’t deceive him.

Senior Master Lin had told him.

At the moment he straightened his legs, the sky would belong to him—Zong Hentian.