C15 Unable to Win!

Representatives from both the Foursquare Sect and the Purple Cloud Sect have already arrived; we're just waiting on the Battle Tiger Sect now," remarked the somewhat portly city lord.

"When is the exchange meeting?" inquired Yuwen Tian, his voice carrying a hint of nonchalance.

"In three days."

"Fine, I can wait three days. The Battle Tiger Sect sure likes to make an entrance," Yuwen Tian commented, his lip curling with a touch of contempt.

Yuwen Tian couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement upon learning that these representatives were the esteemed Saints of their respective sects. If he could eliminate them all, he would secure the 5,000 villain's points.

"Haha! Yuwen Tian, who would've thought you'd join the ranks of Heaven Sect disciples?" boomed a robust laugh. It was Zilong, the Saint of the Purple Cloud Sect.

Zilong, with his imposing stature and confident stride, approached Yuwen Tian with an air of ease. "It's sheer luck that I've become a Saint Son of Heaven Sect," Yuwen Tian replied with a smile, as Zilong came to stand before him in his purple robe.

Shaking his head, Zilong countered, "Becoming a sect's Saint Son is never just a matter of luck. Yuwen Tian, since when did you start downplaying your achievements?"

The disciples of Heaven Sect standing behind Yuwen Tian exchanged surprised glances. Their thoughts echoed each other: He's always been so bold and brash. Why the sudden show of humility?

Yuwen Tian kept his thoughts to himself: Let them lower their guard for now. That way, I can complete my task undetected when the time comes.

"Enough about that. Let's go meet the Saint Son of the Foursquare Sect. It'll be good for us to exchange some ideas," Yuwen Tian proposed.

"That sounds good to me; I was planning on doing just that," agreed Zilong.

With the Saints of the Battle Tiger Sect yet to arrive, it was the perfect opportunity for them to engage in some preliminary discussions.

Yuwen Tian then laid eyes on Faang Shen, the Saint Son of the Foursquare Sect. Clad in black, Faang Shen's tall, slender frame was offset by his piercing dark eyes, which betrayed a keen intelligence.

"Yuwen Tian, you've arrived somewhat late," Faang Shen remarked coolly.

"Heh, I've arrived three days early. What brings you here so soon?" Yuwen Tian remarked coolly, "The fellow from the Battle Tiger Sect isn't even here yet."

Zilong chuckled, "Let's all keep things friendly. We've got a networking event to attend together in three days."

Yuwen Tian was making idle conversation with the two men before him. To him, they were as good as dead, but he wasn't eager to make his move just yet. After all, Zhan Feng, the Saint Son of the Battle Tiger Sect, had yet to arrive.

If he struck first and frightened Zhan Feng away, finding another chance to eliminate the Battle Tiger Sect's Saint would be difficult.

Suddenly, a ruckus erupted outside.

Pingyu of the Heaven Sect angrily confronted Wei Li of the Foursquare Sect, "The city lord clearly awarded me this upper room. By what right do you claim it?"

"Heh," Wei Li of the Foursquare Sect scoffed with contempt, "By what right? I want this upper room because I like it. What are you going to do about it?"

Wei Li's tone was brimming with arrogance, showing complete disregard for Pingyu. His domineering attitude infuriated the nearby Heaven Sect disciples, who were itching to throw punches.

The other two inner disciples from the Heaven Sect glared at Wei Li, barely restraining themselves from starting a fight.

Pingyu, however, managed to stay calm, holding back his fellow disciples. The inter-sect social meeting hadn't begun, and he didn't want to stir up any trouble prematurely.

"Heh," Wei Li sneered again, "What's this? Thinking of fighting? Let me put it plainly: I believe I'm stronger than the rubbish from the Heaven Sect, which is why I took this upper room. You lot are nothing but trash!"

The Foursquare Sect disciples standing by Wei Li's side nodded in agreement, feeling their senior brother exuded strength and authority. They jeered, "Heaven Sect trash, daring to compete with the Foursquare Sect for a room? Utterly clueless!"

Wei Li and his fellow Foursquare Sect disciples exchanged glances and erupted into boisterous laughter, openly mocking Pingyu's helplessness.

The disciples of Heaven Sect were seething with rage, their faces flushed with fury as they all glared at Pingyu, their top inner circle disciple.

"Brother Pingyu, can you really stand for this? I can't take it anymore. They're openly insulting our Heaven Sect. Have you forgotten the teachings of the Saint?" one disciple exclaimed, his voice quivering with barely contained anger.

Pingyu had reached his breaking point. Stepping forward, his voice was icy, "Wei Li, are you going to vacate this room or not?"

"Oh, you're upset?" Wei Li scoffed. "I won't move. If you're brave enough, make me!"

Faced with such brazen provocation, even the usually patient Pingyu was provoked. He responded with a steely edge, "Fine, since you won't move, I'll make you move!"

"Haha! Am I hearing things? You, a mere Heaven Sect reject, think you can challenge me? I've got to see this," Wei Li taunted, arms crossed, seemingly unafraid of Pingyu's next move.

With a resounding bang, Pingyu could no longer contain his fury. His Yuan Qi surged wildly, his aura skyrocketing as his clothes whipped about him.

His entire body's strength poured into his right fist, and with a thunderous blow, he aimed for Wei Li's face, unleashing a formidable punch that made the very air tremble.

Pingyu, as the premier inner circle disciple, indeed possessed considerable power.

The other three inner circle disciples of Heaven Sect breathed a sigh of relief seeing Pingyu take action. They longed to restore their sect's honor but lacked the strength to do so themselves. They had faith that Brother Pingyu could undoubtedly defeat the inner circle disciples of the Foursquare Sect.

"Really? You've got the nerve to strike?" Wei Li sneered with contempt. "You're a fool if you think you stand a chance against me."

As Pingyu's punch approached at lightning speed, Wei Li's eyes sparked with intensity. He waited until the last moment before swiftly countering, his right hand reaching out effortlessly to grasp Pingyu's wrist. His reflexes were so swift that Pingyu didn't even have time to react.

"Ah!" Pingyu couldn't suppress a scream of agony as Wei Li's vice-like grip twisted mercilessly. A distinct snap echoed as Pingyu's right hand fractured.

Bang!

Wei Li yanked hard, and Pingyu's body involuntarily tilted towards him. Wei Li flashed a grim smile, his ghastly white teeth bared and his brutish face quivering with cruelty. He unleashed a powerful kick that seemed to rupture the air itself before it brutally struck Pingyu's chest.

A jet of dark red blood sprayed from Pingyu's mouth as he was hurled backward, crashing to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

"How is this possible!" The three inner circle disciples of Heaven Sect stood agape, faces etched with disbelief, unable to accept the reality before them.

Senior disciple Pingyu was the strongest among Heaven Sect's inner circle, yet Wei Li was merely another inner circle disciple. Even if he were the mightiest of the Foursquare Sect, their senior disciple Pingyu should not have fallen so easily.

Their understanding was utterly shattered. Were all the disciples of the Foursquare Sect this formidable?

"Haha! I told you he's trash, and sure enough, he's just as weak as I expected! Pah!" Wei Li spat contemptuously.

"Our Senior Brother is invincible. The disciples of Heaven Sect are nothing but trash, daring to attend this exchange with such pathetic skills. They're a disgrace and don't even realize it," boasted an inner circle disciple of the Foursquare Sect.

"Exactly, the entire Heaven Sect is garbage. Only the Foursquare Sect stands as the mightiest force in the Mirage Sea. Ahahaha!" Wei Li's laughter boomed into the distance.

Yuwen Tian, Zilong the Saint Son of Purple Cloud Sect, and Faang Shen the Saint Son of Foursquare Sect emerged from the room, witnessing the spectacle.

Yuwen Tian, stoic and undisturbed, approached the fallen Pingyu and said flatly, "To lose to an inner circle disciple of the Foursquare Sect is a disgrace."

Wei Li shot a glance at Yuwen Tian, well aware that he was the Saint Son of the Heaven Sect. However, with the Saint Son of the Foursquare Sect at his side, he felt emboldened and continued to taunt, "The inner disciples of the Heaven Sect are nothing but trash."

Faang Shen responded coolly, "Wei Li, keep it down. It's quite unethical to rub salt in someone's wounds in public."

"Yes, Saint Son," Wei Li replied. Despite his bravado towards the members of the Heaven Sect, he showed nothing but respect for his own Saint Son.

Yuwen Tian inwardly sneered at their ignorance. They were blissfully unaware of their impending doom, so he thought, let them enjoy their moment of arrogance for now.

Observing that Yuwen Tian remained silent, Faang Shen assumed he was too intimidated to respond. He pressed on, "Yuwen Tian, this is merely a contest among inner disciples. If the disciples of the Heaven Sect are outmatched, surely you can't object to that, can you?"

A smug look crossed Faang Shen's face as he continued, "I've heard that Pingyu is your top inner disciple, while Wei Li is merely ranked fifth among ours. It seems the gap between our sects' disciples is quite significant."

Faang Shen's insinuation was clear: the inner disciples, true disciples, and even the Saint Sons of the Heaven Sect were inferior to those of the Foursquare Sect.

Everyone present grasped the implication of his words. The three inner disciples from the Heaven Sect all looked expectantly at Yuwen Tian, hoping their Saint Son would step in and set things right.

Their hopes were dashed as Yuwen Tian remained impassive. He replied evenly, "If that's what you believe, it's no concern of mine. In due time, you'll see who the real trash is."

"Oh?" Faang Shen said, taken aback. "Is that your way of claiming you're much stronger?"

"I have no interest in wasting words with you. We'll see what happens at the exchange meeting," Yuwen Tian retorted coldly before turning on his heel and walking away.