I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense-Chapter 1128 - 1129 The Fourth Senior Brother Almost

Chapter 1128: Chapter 1129: The Fourth Senior Brother Almost Played Himself to Death

Chapter 1128: Chapter 1129: The Fourth Senior Brother Almost Played Himself to Death

On the stone pillar, the Great Elder’s face appeared somewhat unsightly. His worst fear occurred, the geniuses who went on stage in the first round started throwing matches. Ye Wushuang must be familiar with Han Buzhu, otherwise, she definitely wouldn’t have deliberately lost to him. By that logic, the remaining members of the two-person teams might all concede to each other to conserve strength for the final stages, rendering his planned strategies useless.

Relying solely on Wu Chengjue, he could only advance his disciple one more step. The situation seemed a bit tricky.

In the audience seats, the cultivators were excited, with most having believed Liu Jinshui’s words and betting on Han Buzhu’s victory. They did not expect this match to be rigged, which led to them making a killing. That fat guy wasn’t so bad after all. He spoke the honest truth and really treated them like family. Brilliant!

However, a minority who were defiant had bet on Li Xiaobai losing, and this turn of events caused them to lose a significant portion of their fortunes. Gnashing their teeth in frustration, they felt their judgment couldn’t have been wrong. If it were a real battle, how could Han Buzhu possibly be Ye Wushuang’s opponent?

It was all because of the rigged match; those two intentionally acted to swindle their money!

“Tell me, you damn fatso, did you collude on purpose to scam us of our money?” a number of cultivators shouted angrily.

“Gentlemen, Ol’Fatty said it before, you can absolutely trust me. I won’t scam you. I treat you like family. It’s regrettable that my family didn’t heed my advice, and there’s nothing I can do about that. Next time Ol’Fatty won’t reveal any insider information. You’ll have to decide for yourselves,” Liu Jinshui said with feigned anger.

Dealing with the audience wasn’t just about slowly reeling in the big fish; it was also about the art of loosening the reins to catch them off guard. Let the cultivators place their bets on their own for the next round. Then he would see who had higher odds and secretly manipulate a bit, causing a minor upset. That would surely earn him a fortune.

This way, not only could he earn Immortal Stones, but these cultivators would realize that without his insider tips, they could not make any money on their own. From then on, they would be even more dependent on him.

When he would assertively share insider information next time, there likely wouldn’t be any voices of doubt.

The competition on the stage was nearing its end.

In this first round, Long Aotian had a bye. The rest were battles among fellow disciples, siblings really, and everyone understood Li Xiaobai’s sense of urgency. They didn’t entangle much, and nearly every match swiftly concluded after mere contact, determining the victors and the vanquished.

The outcomes were of course controlled by Liu Jinshui, who had made a tidy sum of several million top-grade Immortal Stones.

Ling Feng was defeated by Yang Chen, Lin Yin lost to Su Yunbing.

The remaining advancers were just Han Buzhu, Su Yunbing, Yang Chen, Wu Chengjue, and since Long Aotian had no opponent, there was no debate. It was an odd number again, and one would have to sit out; it was clear to everyone it would be Long Aotian.

But that didn’t matter. Whether it was Li Xiaobai or the other fighters, none of them considered Long Aotian a true competitor. Any one of the remaining cultivators could easily annihilate him.

Now, this so-called competition was merely procedural, hastening toward its conclusion.

“Ah, what a pity. It seems our brotherly battle will have to wait for another day,” Yang Chen said with a hint of disappointment. His purpose in coming was to engage in a fierce battle. He had hoped to challenge Third Senior Brother Lin Yin and determine who was stronger, but now, with his junior brother’s situation, not only did he need to secure a wife for him but also quickly finish the fight to help find the kid. What a troublesome time it had been!

“Haha, Fourth Junior Brother’s ambition is commendable. However, if you want to challenge me, you’ll need to train much harder for a while longer,” Lin Yin said, a rare smile crossing his face as he slowly spoke.

“Junior Brother, you can be proud, for your current cultivation level has already surpassed your senior brother. In recent days, I have fought with many disciples from the Blood Demon Sect. I’m well-acquainted with your techniques and habits, almost like the back of my hand. If we really had a match, it would be close,” Yang Chen said, confidence brimming in his eyes.

“Fourth Junior Brother, confidence is good, but never be blindly arrogant. To real masters, sometimes a handshake is all it takes to know the difference in strength between them,” Lin Yin said dismissively, waving his hand as if he didn’t see Yang Chen as a challenger.

“I’ll fight next round. You, Fourth Junior Brother, just spar with me. Your Third Senior Brother is only strong on the outside and utterly weak on the inside, nothing but a chicken. Fighting your senior sister, that’ll be fierce!” Su Yunbing patted Yang Chen’s shoulder and said indifferently.

“Erm… Senior Sister is mighty,” Yang Chen replied awkwardly, realizing that Su Yunbing’s strength was far beyond his reach—she was not an opponent he could defeat. The cultivation level of his eldest senior sister was always at the forefront and cloaked in mystery.

Lin Yin’s face turned sour as if he’d swallowed a fly, but he had nothing to say in response. The truth was out there—compared to his eldest senior sister, he was still green. Even without a serious exchange of blows, he could feel the overpowering force bursting forth from her body.

“Get on stage, let’s not waste any more time,” Su Yunbing said, shaking the little wooden token she had just received—her new number for the next round. In the first round, she was to face Yang Chen. Without a doubt, whether it was a real fight or not, the outcome would be a crushing victory.

“Senior Brothers and Senior Sister, let’s call it quits when it’s enough, don’t ruin the harmony among us,” Li Xiaobai said. The disciples began to exhibit a competitive spirit, all very lively-minded. Hurting one’s own people in a real fight would not be good at all.

“There’s not much suspense in this match, Senior Sister. Could you lose for once? That way, we could make another fortune,” Liu Jinshui advised, then hesitated. After all, the endgame was to deliberately lose to the junior brother, so who won didn’t matter. But then, encountering Su Yunbing’s murderous gaze made him immediately shut his mouth.

He was overthinking it. The eldest senior sister was a symbol of invincibility. How could she casually lose to the fourth junior brother?

It seemed that the opportunity to make a big fortune had not yet arrived, so he had to continue waiting.

As he looked at the hefty bets the cultivators at the gambling event had placed, his heart bled. If Su Yunbing could lose this match, he could make several million.

“Let’s go.”

Su Yunbing’s figure flickered, and in an instant, she appeared on the arena.

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“That’s good, it’s the perfect chance to witness the Senior Sister’s skills!”

Yang Chen transformed into a stunning bird feather, gliding through space, and lightly touched down on the arena.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Li Xiaobai thought he saw a gigantic, tender pink butterfly behind his opponent—a fleeting image that vanished without a trace the next moment he looked.

He turned his head to gauge the reactions of those nearby, apparently none of them noticed the extraordinary phenomenon on Yang Chen just now.

What cultivation technique was this? It didn’t seem to match the spear skills Yang Chen had cultivated before.

On the arena.

Su Yunbing, dressed in red, wielded a hammer in one hand, resting it on her shoulder, still embodying her impressive and domineering aura. Yang Chen, with a face as fine as jade, gently fanned himself, the very image of a wealthy young master.

“Fourth Junior Brother, are you satisfied with a battle on the arena?”

“Please, teach me, Senior Sister!”

Yang Chen made a respectful fist-and-palm salute, his expression serious. Facing Su Yunbing, he dared not to be playful and overconfident; just standing before her, he had already felt an invisible pressure rushing towards him.

“Don’t worry, Fourth Junior Brother, among today’s Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivators, no one has been able to withstand even one of my hammer strikes.”

Su Yunbing swung her giant hammer; her seemingly delicate and boneless arms whipped the long-handled hammer into a streak of lightning. With a sudden burst of power from her legs, she shrank the distance by tens of meters in a blink, appearing in front of Yang Chen, the giant hammer head slashing down with no drag or delay.

Unlike the fancy tricks of ordinary cultivators, Su Yunbing’s strikes always came down to a simple hammer blow, with no techniques to speak off. Yet, with that single strike, almost no one could dodge—not to mention anything else, the mere overwhelming and vast terrifying momentum was enough to lock someone down, and the strong sense of dread froze them to the point of being unable to move.

“Butterfly Transformation!”

Yang Chen’s face remained undisturbed; he even leisurely fanned himself a bit more, his lips moving slightly. His figure turned illusionary and a pair of giant, tender pink butterfly wings unfolded behind him, miraculously evading the deadly hammer strike descending from above at the last possible moment.

On the arena, a pink butterfly danced gracefully, flying to a corner of the arena and transforming back into human form, revealing Yang Chen, who gently waved his fan, his face full of smiles.

“If it hadn’t been for my time practicing in Xiaoyao Valley, that hammer blow just now would have injured me significantly, Senior Sister.”

Su Yunbing turned her head and looked towards Yang Chen, surprise flickering in her eyes: “Fourth Junior Brother seems to have learned new techniques, and they seem rather extraordinary.”

To be able to evade her serious hammer blow, this Fourth Junior Brother’s progress was not just trivial; he had improved at a godly speed.

“It’s just a little technique from Xiaoyao Valley, nothing much, Senior Sister.”

Yang Chen smiled faintly, then his figure flickered, transforming into a butterfly with tender pink wings that glowed with a pale blue light. He darted across the arena swiftly, launching an attack on Ye Wushuang. Each flap of the huge butterfly wings stirred up waves of azure shockwaves.

“Illusory Butterfly!”

Below the arena, Li Xiaobai and the others were somewhat dazed watching. They vaguely remembered that Yang Chen used to be a tough guy who engaged in direct confrontations, so why had he changed his style now?

“Ling Feng Senior Brother, has something happened to Yang Senior Brother that he’s not using his spear techniques?”

“What is this butterfly technique?”

Li Xiaobai asked Ling Feng, among them, he and the Fifth Senior Brother had the best relationship with the Fourth Senior Brother, and they all came from the same sect.

“Little Junior Brother, this is a secret technique of Xiaoyao Valley called Dream Butterfly Illusion. Do you see those layers of blue ripples? If anyone is covered and hit by them, even the Senior Sister would fall into a momentary slumber. Then, facing a Senior Sister who has lost her fighting ability in sleep, the Fourth Senior Brother would easily be able to take advantage of her. Moreover, this transformation into a butterfly is only a probing measure by Yang Senior Brother; the true secret technique of Xiaoyao Valley is the ‘Carefree Tour,’ a Heavenly Book. That is Yang Senior Brother’s real combat technique.”

Ling Feng spoke with evident pride. The “Carefree Tour” was exceptionally difficult to practice, and even the valley master had not learned it. They only showed it to their disciples as a casual display, intending to broaden their horizons; unexpectedly, both of them directly comprehended it.

This technique was a truly formidable one, created by someone highly skilled, rarely matched by anyone of the same level.

“So that’s how it is. No wonder this Fourth Junior Brother is so confident in battling with me, turns out he has learned some new moves. It seems the techniques from Xiaoyao Valley are indeed exquisite, truly unique.”

Lin Yin nodded in admiration. Although he did not think he would lose to Yang Chen, at that moment, that didn’t prevent him from appreciating the technique displayed. Transforming into a butterfly was indeed like something from a dream, neither real nor fake.

On the arena.

The huge blue butterfly shadow spread its wings and darted around Su Yunbing as if a banished immortal was dancing gracefully down from the heavens, moving rapidly. Observing carefully, one could see that the butterfly’s motions were never stagnant from start to finish because it dared not stop. Engaging with a powerful opponent like Su Yunbing meant that a moment’s hesitation exposing a flaw would lead to a devastating blow.

Su Yunbing held her hammer and glared at the spinning butterfly shadow in front of her; it started off somewhat interesting, but as time went on, it became somewhat tiresome.

“Is this all?”

“What’s the use of summoning a big moth?”

“If Junior Brother doesn’t make a move, Senior Sister will start hammering!”

Su Yunbing frowned as she spoke, aware that her opponent was waiting for an opportunity to find her weakness. Unfortunately, searching any longer was a waste of time, for she had no weaknesses at all.

“A dream of a thousand years!”

Yang Chen bellowed, layers of pale blue powder transforming into a sandstorm that swept toward the person in front of him, enveloping them completely.

The skill he mastered in Xiaoyao Valley wasn’t an offensive technique, but strictly speaking, an illusion technique, which significantly enhanced his strength. Under this blue sandstorm, ordinary Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivators would fall into sleep as soon as they came into contact with it.

“Hammer you!”

Su Yunbing, having lost her patience, hurled her hammer and smashed it onto the wildly fluttering moth in front of her.

“Pfft!”

The butterfly shattered, and the blue sandstorm in the void instantly disappeared. Yang Chen spat out fresh blood from his mouth, emerging from the state of illusion, his aura weakened, his face as pale as paper.

“Hammer you again!”

Su Yunbing’s onslaught didn’t decrease; she swung her hammer in a circle and, with a backhand strike, slammed it down towards his head, causing terrifying shockwaves to explode in the void.

“I’ll be damned…”

Yang Chen’s pupils contracted, his gaze filled with terror, feeling a fatal sense of crisis as the hammer came down. If he were to take this blow head-on, he had no doubt that he would be hammered into meat paste.

“Carefree Tour!”

Yang Chen roared, a gray-white breath bursting out from his Dantian, sweeping across the arena. In an instant, the movements of Su Yunbing’s hand seemed to slow down a bit. With bizarre and dexterous footwork, he narrowly dodged the hammer.

“Damn!”

“The Dream Butterfly is ineffective against Senior Sister?”

“Why can’t it bring her into a dream?”

Yang Chen muttered to himself, his face full of disbelief.

“Dream Butterfly?”

“You mean the blue starlight released by the big moth just now?”

Su Yunbing heard his muttering and asked with some confusion. She was also shocked; at that moment, time around her seemed to have altered, and in normal circumstances, Yang Chen would have not been able to avoid that hammer. Was it that Yang Chen’s time had slowed down, or hers had sped up?

That technique named “Carefree Tour” was quite special indeed!

“Exactly, that blue starlight is the offensive skill of my Dream Butterfly Illusion. Just by inhaling a little, one will fall into a sleeping state. It’s truly unbelievable that Senior Sister’s eyes showed no sign of bewilderment when engulfed by the blue sandstorm!”

Yang Chen nodded and slowly explained.

“Hehe, naturally, because I wasn’t breathing at the time. Your Dream Butterfly was naturally ineffective. I’ve long known about your little tricks. As the Great Elder Sister, both my brain and strength are formidable!”

Su Yunbing spoke proudly. During those hammer strikes, she hadn’t breathed at all, nor had she activated her internal cultivation technique, she was merely attacking with her physical strength. Thus, the blue starlight couldn’t penetrate into her and naturally couldn’t affect her.

But just as she opened her mouth to speak, a stream of dreamlike blue mist rapidly floated into her mouth and was then swallowed very naturally.

Su Yunbing: “???”

A hint of an ‘I knew it’ smile appeared on Yang Chen’s face: “Senior Sister, you are prone to drifting off, unable to find your bearings with just a splash. You dared to speak before the Dream Butterfly Illusion completely dissipated. I have to say; you are very bold. If you lose to me today, you’ll be at my mercy for the rest of your life!”

“Damn it!”

“Hammer you first!”

Su Yunbing got furious, who had managed to trick her into speaking voluntarily, causing her recently accumulated wisdom to collapse. She suddenly exerted force and lifted her hammer to smash down.

Almost immediately, however, she felt darkness before her eyes, a strong drowsiness overcoming her, and with a thud, the hammerhead hit the ground. Unsteady on her feet, she stumbled and leaned against the thick handle of the hammer. In just a short breath, she completely closed her eyes and began to snore evenly.

An eerie scene unfolded on the stage: a young man holding a feather fan was ingesting elixirs to heal his injuries, while the red-dressed woman who was his opponent was openly sleeping on the stage, standing up!

“Hahaha, success! Xiaoyao Valley truly did not deceive me. As long as the strength doesn’t reach Semi-Saint, no one can resist the invasion of this Dream Butterfly. Even the Great Elder Sister is no exception!”

“I thought I could use this move to defeat Third Senior Brother Yang Chen, but now it seems unnecessary. With one fell swoop, I’ve defeated Senior Sister Su, and from now on, I’m the strongest genius among us!”

“How’s that, Third Senior Brother? You ignored me just now, but now I’m out of your league!”

Yang Chen burst into laughter as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted from his heart. It was like a huge rock had fallen to the ground. He turned his head to look at Lin Yin, whose expression among the crowd was slightly dazed, with eyes filled with triumph and provocation.

“You couldn’t even withstand a single move in his hands, and then you directly finished it with the Great Sister.”

“Damn, the Great Sister got subdued?”

“Am I seeing this right?”

“What’s going on, did the Great Sister go easy, or has Fourth Brother really grown to this extent?”

Below the stage, Li Xiaobai and the others were dumbfounded. Yang Chen had actually hypnotized Su Yunbing right to her face. This irrational control skill had actually worked!

They were not surprised that he had dodged the Great Sister’s attack with Carefree Tour, but to subdue the Great Sister in return was a bit outrageous. Had Fourth Brother become so formidable?

“Fifth Brother, are the Secret Techniques of Xiaoyao Valley really that powerful?”

Li Xiaobai asked as he turned to Ling Feng.

“No way, Carefree Tour doesn’t seem to be that strong, right?”

Ling Feng was also a bit bewildered. The Dream Butterfly Illusion could stun the Great Sister? He dared not even think about it.

But looking at Su Yunbing’s current state, it was clear that she was trapped in a deep sleep, the kind that involved loud snoring.

“The Secret Techniques of Xiaoyao Valley are generally effective; you just hold your breath, and that’s it. It’s the Great Sister’s own stupidity. She insisted on talking during the fight, which is why she fell for it. If she hadn’t shown off, she wouldn’t have been tricked,” Ye Wushuang said indifferently. Clearly, she knew she shouldn’t breathe in the fog, but couldn’t help opening her mouth to speak. If that’s not stupid, what is?

Lin Yin frowned, somewhat in disbelief. “Don’t jump to conclusions just yet; let’s keep watching!”

On the arena.

“People stumble, horses trip; Great Sister, although you suffered from being carelessly complacent, a loss is a loss, and from now on, you can’t be arrogant in front of your junior brother.”

Yang Chen calmed the surging Blood Qi within his body, twisted his wrist to take out a long spear, and prepared to send Su Yunbing off the stage. Her strength was unfathomable, and he was unsure how long the butterfly illusion’s effect would last. It was safer to end the fight sooner.

With a casual flick of the spear tip, he aimed at Su Yunbing, but it was at that moment that an unexpected change occurred. The woman in the red dress, who was originally in a state of deep sleep, seemed to receive some stimulation. Her body trembled involuntarily, and suddenly, with a strange twist of her forearm, she firmly caught the spear tip that was coming at her.

“This is…”

Yang Chen’s pupils contracted, and his brain hadn’t yet reacted when he saw the woman with her head drooping, one hand tightly clutching the spear tip, and the other gripping the handle. The muscles in her slender arms bulged menacingly, and veins popped like writhing dragons, looking ferocious.

“Smash you!”

It seemed like a murmured dream talk, Su Yunbing’s lips slightly moved, and she mumbled two words. Then, both of her hands exerted force—her left hand pulled on the spear shaft, pulling Yang Chen towards her, and without a second thought, her right hand swung a hammer. The hammerhead burst forth with a devastating golden glow, with a bizarre beast king totem branded in mid-air, ferociously intimidating. A terrifying presence swept over, thunderously bearing down.

Yang Chen’s hairs stood on end, a sense of death shot from his feet straight to his forehead, causing his whole body to shake violently.

“Holy shit!”

“Sister, I was wrong!”

“Carefree Tour!”

Yang Chen screamed in terror, nearly breaking his voice, as his Dantian erupted with a wild gray aura. His essence, Qi, and spirit concentrated to the extreme, and the environment around him seemed to slow down to a crawl. His figure flickered into the Dream Butterfly and brushed past the golden, thunder-like, violent hammer.

“Puff!”

A butterfly wing got shattered, and Yang Chen’s chest caved in, flying toward the edge of the stage like a kite with its string cut, blood spurting from his mouth as if it were free.

“Mini Kingdom of Women!”

On the stage, Su Yunbing held the hammer in one hand, and with the other, she suddenly lifted a city. Terrifying fluctuations swept over, and a strong sense of oppression shocked the hearts of every cultivator present. The city swelled in the wind, turning into a real ancient city, suspended above everyone’s heads.

One could vaguely see cultivators moving about inside, busy going back and forth.

Li Xiaobai recognized that what she held was the Kingdom of Women. Initially, on the Immortal Spirit Continent, she had wiped out his Godzilla and forcefully taken this city. To his astonishment, she had now refined it into a Magic Treasure. Normally, it allowed cultivators to live and work in peace and contentment, and when necessary, it could be used against enemies. In her unconscious state, she had summoned the true power of this city.

“I yield, I yield!”

“I can’t beat her, I give up. Referee, I concede!”

“Quick, stop her, don’t let her come over here!”

Ignored his injuries, as soon as he hit the ground, Yang Chen immediately called out loudly. In a state of sleep, there’s no consciousness, only an attack on the enemy identified in the subconscious. In other words, Su Yunbing had now locked on to him, considering him her opponent. If no external force intervened, she would inevitably chase him out of the arena and hammer him again.

Dammit, the Great Sister’s combat consciousness was so terrifying. She could fight even in her sleep, and in an unconscious state, she directly used her real strength. This was deadly; he had to escape quickly!

He had nearly played himself to death this time—brushed with the Grim Reaper!