Chapter 50: They are the same

As soon as I finished speaking, the entire audience fell silent. Yan Yi’s expression remained cold, the old men looked at each other, Yan Chen Ning lowered his head, Zhang Han had just gotten up from the ground, and Zheng Mingyi still looked at me with murderous eyes…

Only the old man looked at me with disbelief, and asked tentatively in a tone that wanted to be sure, “What did you say?”

At this point, my friend Cheng Xin coughed lightly, then with a warm and elegant smile, he said in perfect Mandarin, “This is Sichuan dialect. If necessary, I will translate it for you. The general meaning is that I don’t give a shit about you. In the middle, I’ll add your mother. Emphasize the tone, and I don’t need to explain the word “fuck.” It’s a male biological instinct. Finally, you are a fool like a turtle’s son. Understand?”

The old man’s face suddenly turned red, and someone in the audience couldn’t hold back any longer. They burst into laughter, and the whole audience laughed along with them, accompanied by bursts of cheers.

Faced with this scene, the old man began to tremble, and a slight sneer appeared on his face, followed by a loud laugh, and then a shout of anger: “You’re all dead.”

“I’m afraid of you?” Since he was already arrogant, I didn’t care how arrogant he was. Cheng Yuan was a little scared, but was gently held by Cheng Qing’s hand, and then Cheng Yuan also laughed.

At this moment, it is not about life and death, but about our friendship and whether the backbone of the old Li family is straight.

Facing my provocation, the old man didn’t pay any attention to me, but kept urging with his eyes wide open: “Old Bai, I say a draw, a draw!”

He had not completely lost his mind, and he was not going to kill me on the spot. I think he must have had some reservations, but I still don’t understand why he had to insist on a draw.

But who is this old man?

While I was thinking about this question, Zhang Han had already stood up and walked over to the old man with some trepidation. He looked at the old man and didn’t dare to speak, but the old man raised his hand like a fan and slapped him in the face!

“Po” Zhang Han spat out a mouthful of blood, and the fragments of what was presumably his teeth fell to the ground. But Zhang Han still dared not make a sound, and the old man spat: “You’re a disgrace.”

Zhang Han said softly, “One second faster, I win, one second faster, he wins, it’s all about luck.”

“Haha.” I sneered. How can he be so shameless? On the surface, there is nothing wrong with his statement. In fact, the art of diversion, the distraction of thinking, and the strong step of Yu can be explained as luck?

The old man heard Zhang Han’s argument and his face relaxed a little. Then he shouted, “Did you hear that? This is luck! A matter of one or two seconds can change the outcome of a game. It’s a game of luck, not strength. A draw is fair! Isn’t that right, Mr. Bai?”

“I also think it should be a draw.” Yan Yi, who had been silent, also spoke up. His voice was still cold, but there was no doubt about it.

As soon as Yan Yi finished speaking, a fat old man in a gorgeous robe came out and said, “Yes, it’s a draw.”

The last person to stand up was an old man wearing a 19th century European nobleman’s dress. He was very handsome, and his features were very obvious. He was a mixed-race man. He held a cane and looked at Xiao Chengqian with a cold expression before slowly turning his head and also saying, “The honor of the nobility tells me that I cannot speak against my conscience. This match should be a draw.”

“Huh.” Xiao Chengqian sneered, his voice clearly carrying hatred.

But even so, the old man in white still did not appear. After everyone had finished performing, the man in white slowly walked onto the stage, still smiling, with his hands in his sleeves, looking like an old man, and only stopped when he reached me.

Could it be that he is the old man Bai? I guessed in my heart, and the answer came the next moment.

“Tut tut… You keep calling me, demanding a draw, and I’m under a lot of pressure.” At this point, the man in white paused, then sighed again: “Tut tut… How many people in this world can face the pressure of the four most powerful people in the world at the same time and still dare to say no?”

After he finished speaking, the four old men on the other side looked slightly relieved, but then the white-robed man said, “I said that if he wins, I will protect him! You probably think that my Snow Mountain lineage wants to take this disciple, so you endure the great taboo of the world and protect him, which makes it difficult for you? You still don’t want to break the ice with us, do you? Hey… so you forced me to give a draw, so that I can kill him with a good reason?”

The white-robed man quickly pointed out the crux of the matter, then stepped back and stood next to me, smiling at the four elderly men in charge.

The yellow-robed old man’s face immediately became ugly, and the other two old men looked indifferent, unable to see joy. Only Yan Yi pulled the yellow-robed old man and stepped forward, saying, “This is originally a matter of luck. I said that the steps this kid took were just a show. I can understand your Snow Mountain lineage’s appreciation of talent, otherwise I would have sent my unworthy descendants to the Snow Mountain lineage. Chen Chengyi is outstanding in his spiritual awareness, and he is no less talented. As long as you nod, my descendants and I, Yan Yi, and the forces I represent will have nothing to do with each other. From now on, you will be a descendant of the Snow Mountain lineage, and when you die, you will be a ghost of the Snow Mountain lineage.

As he spoke, he pulled Yan Chen-ning forward. The man in white still smiled, showing no emotion, while the old man in yellow snorted and cursed, “Old fox.”

Yan Yi didn’t care and continued, “This is our biggest concession. Chen Chengyi has already been on our death list for a long time, and he is the number one person who must die. Do you understand?”

Fuck, my face suddenly became very ugly. Why? Why did I inexplicably become a person who must die? Is it a reason that I don’t like the way I look? I really can’t think of any other reason besides this. This person who must die forced Jiang Yi to have to act in a play.

“Yes, he is a dead man! Whoever protects him will be at odds with the four major powers.” The old man in the yellow robe stamped his foot heavily and said angrily, “This sentence is like a bomb, exploding on the ring. Then he said viciously, “Does a draw count? Your Snow Mountain lineage has already gained a lot of face, and we have made great concessions. If other forces…”

“Okay, okay…” The white-robed man finally waved his hand to interrupt the old man in the yellow robe, and at this moment I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, unable to help but be nervous to the extreme, because I knew that what the white-robed man was about to say would basically determine whether we lived or died. If he didn’t keep his promise, I wouldn’t sit around and wait to die. I would use all my secret techniques to fight desperately. I would take advantage of the chaos to protect my friends and leave. At least they weren’t on any death list.

My fist was clenched slightly, and I had already made up my mind. The white-robed man finally spoke after a moment of silence: “The four major powers, the Snow Mountain lineage, indeed cannot fight you head-on, but this refers to the outside world. But here, especially in this venue, I can say that in the face of you, I still have no say.”

“Have you thought it through?” The old man in the yellow robe suddenly narrowed his eyes, and Yan Yi’s expression became even more cold. The other two old men also revealed unfriendly expressions.

But the white-robed man’s hand was still in his sleeve, and he suddenly looked up at the stands and shouted, “Do you want to boo them? Boo them for being shameless and losing without admitting it? Boo them if you want, I, the Snow Mountain lineage, will protect you.”

As soon as the white-robed man finished speaking, the audience began to boo. The yellow-robed old man glanced around, his face suddenly darkening. An inexplicable gust of wind blew across the arena, and behind him, an almost tangible energy began to gather.

Not only him, but also the three of them, including Yan Yi, all stepped forward at the same time, no longer suppressing their own aura, releasing it recklessly. I stood on the ring, uncomfortable and unable to breathe smoothly, while behind me, Tao Bai was almost alone in the front, using a strange power to resist for everyone.

“Hmph!” The man in white finally put away his heartwarming smile and took his hands out of his sleeves. He said loudly, “I say that I have the power to say no in this venue!”

As he spoke, he suddenly began to clench his hands in a gesture so fast that my eyes could not keep up with the rhythm. In less than five seconds, something strange happened. A deafening roar suddenly sounded in the venue. The pressure was so great that it even caused the roar of the tiger in my soul, with a hint of respect.

Not only did the tiger roar, but judging from the expressions of my fellow apprentices, their demon spirits also reacted! I couldn’t help but look around for the source, but the result shocked me. The source of the roar was the mythical beast in the mural of the “Classic of Mountains and Seas” in the venue…

And the roaring sound was not only that. As the white-robed man’s hand gestures flickered, more and more roars of various kinds sounded from the walls. The four men’s faces became more and more ugly, and the white-robed man stopped his hand gestures and shouted, “Do you think I have the right to say no? Although the Snow Mountain lineage does not appear in the world, if you want to crush us, it is not that easy. Here, whoever comes is up to us!”

The old man in the yellow robe snorted and didn’t say anything. Instead, Yan Yi stepped forward and said, “The venue seals the evil spirits of ancient legends. This legend has long been circulating in the upper circles of cultivators. I didn’t expect that you would dare to expose your own cards like this for this kid, and even use them. Is it worth it? At most, he will be kept here, unless he doesn’t go out, otherwise…”

The man in the white robe snorted and said, “I said that I would keep him here. After he goes out, my Snow Mountain lineage will be powerless. But please remember that not only are your core disciples precious. The old Li lineage, Chen Chengyi, are also loved by their elders.”

What? I couldn’t help but feel a hot tear well up in my eye. Elders? Master or Grandmaster?

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly shouted, “Well said!”