The fourth match of the "Group Selection Competition."
The "Lucky Squad" was lucky yet again.
The reason? Their three opponents had simultaneous food poisoning, currently experiencing explosive diarrhea that darkened the sun and obscured the moon.
They couldn't possibly compete normally; everyone could perhaps compete in "spraying"...
The fifth match of the "Group Selection Competition."
The "Lucky Squad" was lucky yet again.
Their opponents, to relax their tense nerves, had gone to a nearby town the previous night to "spend a fortune saving fallen women."
As a result, the officials organized a "crackdown on vice and illegal publications," and the three of them were caught on the spot.
As cultivators, these three individuals would not disgrace the cultivation world. They drew their magical treasures and resisted arrest!
Unfortunately, the local government had an army stationed there, and the general of the army was a Golden Core cultivator.
Three Foundation Establishment stage cultivators were no match for the mighty Golden Core expert, who subdued them in minutes!
The three were imprisoned and were actively participating in labor reform, so they were temporarily unable to compete.
...
With five consecutive "inexplicable" victories, Yun Tianzhong and his team became famous. The reputation of the "Lucky Squad" spread far and wide.
Many people specifically came to watch their matches.
What people cared about even more was, how long could the "Lucky Squad's" luck last?
Eight matches? Ten matches? Or would they be able to secure qualification for the 188th group without shedding a drop of blood?
"What is the origin of this team? Their luck is heaven-defying!"
"Heh, these three little cultivators are from the Eastern Wasteland Mountain Range. That barren and remote place has no future!"
"Good luck won't follow them forever. I think they will be finished soon!"
...
The sixth match of the "Group Selection Competition."
Yun Tianzhong's opponents were two men and one woman, fellow disciples from the same sect.
They hadn't eaten bad food, nor had they stepped on a collapsing staircase when they appeared on stage. Everything seemed normal.
This time, could they finally have a normal match?
To be honest, Yun Tianzhong really wanted to fight a proper match. Being treated as a "lucky monkey" and watched by crowds was truly displehensible!
Then, reality once again dealt Yun Tianzhong a heavy blow!
The senior brother of the opposing team suddenly erupted. He grabbed the junior sister's hand and roared,
"Junior sister, I can't take it anymore! You must give me a clear answer today. Are you choosing me, or him?"
The other senior brother, unwilling to be outdone, grabbed the junior sister's other hand.
"Junior sister, I know you love me in your heart. Come on, say it out loud!"
The junior sister was confused, flustered, and at a loss for what to do.
She looked at Senior Brother A, then at Senior Brother B.
"Senior brothers, you, you..."
Senior Brother A was enraged.
He glared fiercely at Senior Brother B.
"You bastard! You insist on fighting me for the junior sister? I'll beat you to death!"
Senior Brother B, not to be outdone, roared,
"Come on! Do you think I'm afraid of you? Fight me! Fight!"
Then, Senior Brother A and Senior Brother B took out their magical treasures and began fighting with clanging sounds.
The junior sister tried to mediate from the side.
The deacon from the "Tianji Holy Land," serving as the referee, was so angry his face turned black.
Damn it!
This is a serious competition arena, not a "melodramatic soap opera."
In the end, Senior Brother A, Senior Brother B, and their beloved junior sister were all thrown out by the deacon of the "Tianji Holy Land" simultaneously.
Disrupting the order of the competition, disqualified!
Get lost!
Yun Tianzhong
o( (⊙﹏⊙) )o
The surrounding crowd
o( (⊙﹏⊙) )o
They won again?
This...
It couldn't be called inexplicable; it could only be said to be utterly and ridiculously inexplicable!
"Holy crap! I'm starting to waver. This Lucky Squad's luck is too heaven-defying. They might actually win the entire competition by just lying there!"
"I don't believe it, I still don't believe it! This is too absurd!"
"Exactly, can we have something even more absurd..."
The seventh match of the "Group Selection Competition."
This time, Yun Tianzhong's opponents were three male cultivators, and they were from two different sects.
Surely there wouldn't be any "melodramatic soap opera" this time!
Everyone silently prayed in their hearts, "Please, no more mishaps. We just want to watch a normal match."
Yun Tianzhong also prayed silently in his heart.
"Please, no more mishaps. I really want to compete!"
Then...
Male cultivator A stepped forward and said to male cultivator B, "Brother, I still care too much. No, I can't wait a second longer. Now, immediately, I must get this matter cleared up."
Uh oh, this is bad!
Hearing these familiar "lines," everyone's hearts sank. The "trouble" was about to start again.
Male cultivator B tried to stop him.
"Brother, can we talk about this after the match..."
Male cultivator A ignored him completely. His eyes fixed intently on male cultivator C, and he asked in a chilling tone,
"Is the magical artifact in your hand called the Azure Blood Saber?"
Male cultivator C looked utterly bewildered, but he still nodded truthfully.
"Yes!"
Male cultivator A: "Was this Azure Blood Saber passed down to you by your grandfather?"
Male cultivator C: "Yes!"
Male cultivator A: "Was your grandfather named Wen Tianba?"
Male cultivator C: "Yes!"
Male cultivator A: "As I suspected! Your grandfather, Wen Tianba, ambushed and assassinated my grandfather, Xia Xueyi, and even stole my grandfather's Azure Blood Saber technique. Today, I shall avenge my grandfather!"
After speaking, cultivator A and cultivator C began to fight, and cultivator B also joined the fray.
Clang clang clang!
Kill kill kill!
Gleaming blades and flashing swords, a fierce battle!
At first glance, the stage was lively with intense combat!
Upon closer inspection.
Heh heh, Yun Tianzhong and his team stood by to watch, while the three male cultivators on the opposite side were about to beat each other to a pulp.
The deacon of "Tianji Holy Land"
(╬◣д◢)
You are the worst batch of contestants I have ever had, bar none!
The enraged deacon of "Tianji Holy Land" sent the three male cultivators flying with a punch each.
Avenging your father, bah! Avenging your grandfather, this kind of "melodramatic soap opera," go home and perform it, don't disrupt the order of the competition here!
Yun Tianzhong
o( (⊙﹏⊙) )o
The surrounding crowd
o( (⊙﹏⊙) )o
They won again and again... and again!
The entire venue was silent!
If one or two times were accidental, unexpected, or coincidental, then these seven consecutive "accidents" were too bizarre!
The "Lucky Squad's" luck was truly heaven-defying!
You had no choice but to admit it!
You truly had no choice but to admit it!
"This Lucky Squad is really interesting. I'm starting to believe more and more that they can win the group stage with their heaven-defying luck!"
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, it's impossible, absolutely impossible..."
"Heh, fellow Daoists, aren't we all just watching idly? Doesn't it feel a bit boring? How about a little gamble for fun and set up some odds?"
As soon as the suggestion of "a little gamble for fun" was made, it was immediately met with the response of the surrounding cultivators. They "generously opened their wallets" and took out spirit stones to place bets. m..oΓg
For a time, below the number 188 competition stage, it was bustling with activity!