Cohabitation with Sword Spirit-Chapter 184 - 154: QingCyan Cloud City Fat Otaku Protection Association Officially Established Today

November 20, 2017

Cyan Cloud Martial Arts Arena, Third Sub-division.

Li Xinyu eventually stepped onto the ring with the mindset of a martyr facing death, ready to engage in his only match at the Cyan Cloud Martial Arts Tournament.

Due to the large number of contestants in the preliminary rounds, the tournament adopted a single-elimination system—unless both contestants in a match demonstrated extremely high levels of skill, earning unanimous recognition from the judges, the loser could be exceptionally allowed to advance.

However, Li Xinyu truly didn't feel he had any opportunity to showcase any skill in front of Wang Jiu... Others might still doubt Wang Jiu's true power, but Li Xinyu was all too aware of what was behind Sister Wanqing's ultra-short skirt!

Even the imposing Li Wanqing had been tormented by him to the point of submission, so how could mere Li Xinyu stand a chance?!

So, why did it have to be me to face Wang Jiu?

With a trace of resentment, Li Xinyu stood on the ring, exchanged a glance with Wang Jiu, and found that he indeed showed no intention of going easy...

While lamenting why he wasn't a beautiful girl, Li Xinyu resolved that even if he were to lose, he would at least lose spectacularly. Whether defeated in one move or two, it was impossible to fully showcase himself, but at least he could unleash all his strength, a dying struggle.

As the judge quickly announced the start of the match, Li Xinyu immediately released all his True Essence, his True Essence Cultivation at the Cloud Surge Realm surged like a tidal wave within him, continuously flowing. As the True Essence rose with the wind and surged like clouds, a misty cloud formed around Li Xinyu, drawing cheers from the spectators.

"Good..."

And then everything went black for Li Xinyu, and he lost consciousness.

Simultaneously, Wang Jiu swiftly withdrew the Divine Sword Body, glanced at the fallen Li Xinyu, and was satisfied with the rebuilding progress of his Sword World.

Reading the path of his True Essence and predicting its flaws wasn't difficult, just basic skills, but closing a distance of several tens of feet at lightning speed for a close-hit required considerable power. Just a month or two ago, Wang Jiu wouldn't have achieved it so cleanly.

These past days, with resources from the Li Family and company, rebuilding the Sword World had shown quite the gratifying results.

As Wang Jiu sheathed his sword and stopped, the cheers from the audience continued following.

"...Disgusting!"

"Really, it's disgusting!"

"That fat guy actually released a sweat haze in the competition arena, truly despicable and vile to the extreme!"

"Does he have no basic sense? Human sweat composition is similar to urine, and he released that filth in public!"

"Hey, that's too much; beautiful boys also sweat intensely. Don't they say we girls glisten with 'fragrant sweat'?"

"Can that fat guy be compared with others? He's so fat and dares to claim fragrant sweat?!"

With the unanimous condemnation of the audience, Li Xinyu's all-out release of True Essence mist was thoroughly defamed, garnering no admirers.

Fortunately, he was knocked out by Wang Jiu's sword and knew nothing of what happened afterward, nor did he know that his painstaking disguise and fake identity were utterly discredited in the blink of an eye...

In a certain sense, Li Wanqing's initial assessment was quite fair. Among so many spectators at the Cyan Cloud Martial Arts preliminaries, hardly any were genuinely there to watch the matches...

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After defeating Li Xinyu, Wang Jiu smoothly advanced to the next round, continuing to maintain the overwhelming advantage he displayed, dispatching opponents in a flash. After three consecutive quick victories, Wang Jiu drew significant attention from the judges, and upon confirming he was the mysterious Honored Guest Elder at the Li Family Mansion, he no longer faced weak opponents, spending a small half-hour in the resting area until being scheduled for his next match.

This time, he faced a heavyweight opponent. With one more win, and a clear advantage established, he could advance directly to the main event, saving the next day's time.

This heavyweight opponent, however, had a somewhat familiar face.

A short, chubby man constantly wiping sweat with a handkerchief, offering everyone a cheap, helpless smile.

Wang Jiu remembered clearly that after following Yu Zishen into the VIP box in the morning, the second battle he saw was this man against a tall, thin opponent, which ended with the short, chubby man's overwhelming victory, much to the female audience's indignation.

The chubby man was named Luo Jia, after winning his initial match, continued with seven consecutive victories, each time meeting and defeating his opponents instantly. His opponents ranged in strength from the early Wind-Rising Realm to the early Cloud Surge Realm, including sword cultivators skilled in close combat, magic cultivators adept in group battles, and even the rare ghost cultivator! Yet, no matter how his opponents varied, not a single one could escape Luo Jia's initial strike.

Despite the not exceptionally high stakes for these eight consecutive victories, they sufficed to demonstrate Luo Jia's formidable prowess, currently acclaimed as one of the top three in the preliminaries, his strength above average even in the main event, deemed a dark horse with hidden elements.

Unfortunately, he hadn't yet faced any truly heavyweight figures. Should he encounter a formidable foe and still triumph, then this chubby Luo Jia would indeed have the demeanor of the previous champion, Li Tingshu.

Of course, the specifications for this year's Cyan Cloud competition are extremely high. The three major families have already taken out their pension budgets to vie for the championship. The chances for an average Independent Cultivator to replicate Li Tingshu's miracle are almost nonexistent...

Let's see how far Luo Jia can go.

Judging by the reactions of the on-site audience, the earlier this guy is out, the better. Every time he fights, he draws severe criticism and curses from the audience; yet, Fatty Luo seems to enjoy it...making even the judges and staff feel a bit nauseous.

On the other side, when Wang Jiu entered the sub-arena, the flattering smile of the short and fat Luo Jia froze on his face, and a strange gleam flashed through his squinting eyes.

And when the two stepped onto the platform together, ready to start the battle, short and fat Luo Jia sighed, "Our luck is really terrible."

Wang Jiu asked curiously, "What do you mean?"

"My luck is so bad to meet you," Luo Jia said, pointing at Wang Jiu, "The ladies only fancy your face, but I know, your strength is simply unfathomable."

"Then," Luo Jia pointed at himself, "Your luck is bad to meet me. Because I, too, am unfathomable."

With that, Luo Jia grinned, but his mouth stretched wider and wider until it split all the way to his ears, revealing a terrifying sight.

The short and fat man extended his hands, grasped his upper and lower lips, and tore forcefully — it was as if he was skinning livestock with boiling water, as he ripped his entire human skin off!

The audience immediately erupted in screams, and some girls with weaker minds even fainted on the spot.

However, on the other side, the two judges at the table both wore grave expressions.

Underneath that human skin, what was revealed...was truly horrifying.

There was no longer a short and fat figure, only a thin, hunchbacked body with a deformed, twisted spine and a face full of wrinkles — a monster.

"Heh heh, isn't it beautiful? After shedding that ugly human skin, this is my true form."

The hunched monster laughed hoarsely, and the thing that barely resembled a head was full of decay and pustules where it connected to the torso. The voice came out from the gaps in the flesh, making it sickening to behold or hear.

More frighteningly, around this skinny, humanoid monster were gathered even more malformed creatures. Behind him was a head-sized, sparsely-haired gray spider, with two blood-red snakes entangling its legs, a toad perched on each hand, and scorpions lurking within his disheveled hair...

"The Five Poison Sect!?"

"No, the Five Poison Sect likes to study poisons, but when have they produced such wicked things? This is practically the venomous insect-man of yesteryears!"

"How did such an unorthodox path sneak into the competition?!"

Just as the two judges were preparing to intervene, Luo Jia let out a few hissing laughs: "Venomous insect-man? How can you compare me to such inferior things! Truly ridiculous, the Cyan Cloud competition is supposed to be the pinnacle of the continent, yet it seems even the judges are ignorant frauds."

"What did you say?!"

"Daring to provoke the judges, you're quite bold!" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Just as the two judges were about to step in and disqualify Luo Jia, Wang Jiu suddenly spoke.

"Poison Eating Skill?"

Luo Jia's expression changed, "You know?"

"Of course I know. This kind of Bloodline Divine Technique is particularly distinctive," Wang Jiu smiled. "Initially, it strengthens the body by consuming poisons. After Breaking the Wind Barrier, using the traits of True Essence, it cultivates poison sacs internally, which in turn reinforce poison. If successful, it can develop a Bloodline Divine Technique's life poison, which further refines the poison to enhance the body, creating a positive cycle. Although seemingly sinister and vicious, its essence is similar to the Zen Sect's feeding eagles with one's body, nurturing the poison with one's flesh and blood essence, a dignified and righteous extraordinary skill."

Luo Jia's face flickered, and after a while, he asked gloomily, "Do you really know?"

"Initially, I had limited understanding, but coincidentally, a friend fond of cultivating Bloodline Divine Techniques widely collected all known Bloodline Divine Techniques, including the Poison Eating Skill. However, your cultivation seems less than ideal. The Poison Eating Skill only draws on the essence of poison while suppressing its backlash, and it's quite clear that your physical deformation is due to a mismanaged backlash..."

"Shut up!" Luo Jia showed anger, "Physical deformation? Ridiculous, I thought you really understood, but it turns out you're also an ignorant person who judges by appearance. If you think my cultivation isn't ideal, then try my supposedly 'less-than-ideal' Poison Eating Skill!"

Finishing his sentence, Luo Jia didn't even wait for the judges to announce the start of the match; he began fully releasing his True Essence, stimulating the five poisons externally, causing them to go rampant, injecting him with deadly toxins.

On the other side, Wang Jiu watched Luo Jia's performance, shook his head, stepped forward, and the White Sword became like light.

The next moment, Luo Jia collapsed silently to the ground, the rampaging five poisons on his body losing command, about to backfire, but were stunned by White Sword striking the ground, emitting delicate ripples.

At this moment, most of the audience hadn't even had time to exclaim in shock.