Chapter 42 - 42, Contest Platform No. 36

Chapter 42: Chapter 42, Contest Platform No. 36

Editor: Larbre Studio

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The Life and Death Platform was the place for resolving mortal enmities and irreconcilable conflicts among the sect disciples.

However, if fellow disciples wished to spar, just to measure strength, it was not feasible to go on the Life and Death Platform.

The sect’s martial competition grounds were where these disciples went.

In the western foothills of the Wanxiang Sect, there was a vast plain, with an arena of various sizes constructed upon it.

These arenas were made of refined steel and rock, extremely solid.

Moreover, every arena had an array similar to the Life and Death Platform, isolating the barriers between the arena and the surroundings, preventing the residual Soul Power from disturbing the disciples watching below.

These arrays also helped to reinforce the arena.

“What, Liu Ming moved the venue to arena thirty-six?” At the entrance to the competition grounds, Lei Qian frowned as he listened to a disciple from the Thunderbolt Department reporting.

The competition arenas varied in size, with some capable of accommodating battles of over ten thousand people.

These massive arenas were called battlefield arenas by the disciples.

Arena thirty-six was such a battlefield arena.

Lei Qian’s expression turned cold; he had already guessed something in his heart and turned to walk towards where Lin Qian was.

At this moment, in front of Lin Qian stood Bai Ren, Ye Lin, Ye Long, and Ye Feng, who just happened to have a break in their courses and were able to watch.

“Brother Lin, why is trouble always seeking you out?” Bai Ren looked at Lin Qian in amusement.

Back when he first came to the Wanxiang Sect, many outer sect disciples questioned why he became a disciple of the War Emperor and tried to give him trouble.

At that time, Lin Qian used his formidable strength to sweep through the entire outer sect, invincible and making everyone completely convinced.

Though the outer sect no longer troubled him, the inner sect disciples came frequently.

“Isn’t that Lei Qian?” Ye Lin exclaimed upon seeing someone walking towards them.

When they arrived at the competition grounds, Lin Qian had already separated from Lei Qian temporarily, so they did not know the two’s relationship.

“Boss, there’s a problem.” As Lei Qian approached and addressed Lin Qian, Bai Ren and Ye Lin were so stunned their jaws dropped.

They clearly remembered Lei Qian being very prideful; how did he suddenly become Lin Qian’s subordinate?

Lei Qian’s sudden words made Lin Qian look puzzled. “What, is Liu Ming not coming? If so, it saves us the trouble.”

“Not at all, but Liu Ming changed the venue, saying he wanted arena thirty-six. That arena is what we call a battlefield arena.” Lei Qian shook his head, carefully explaining to Lin Qian.

Lin Qian frowned, somewhat impatiently. “What’s this guy up to? He just changes, and I have to accept?”

“That’s right, according to the rules of seizing the Middle Ages relic slots, the challenger decides the venue and method before the challenge starts, and the challenged must accept.” Lei Qian was helpless about this.

“What idiotic rule is this? Whoever made this rule must have been kicked in the head by a donkey.” Lin Qian complained extremely dissatisfied.

Lin Qian’s words left Lei Qian embarrassed. “This time, the rules for the Middle Ages relic slot challenge were apparently set by the War Emperor for the Sect Master.”

The originally disgruntled Lin Qian froze and laughed drily. “You didn’t hear what I just said—understood?”

Then, Lei Qian led Lin Qian and the others over to the Thunderbolt Department’s many disciples.

“This is my disciple faction, the Thunderbolt Department,” Lei Qian said, gesturing to the dozens around him.

Looking at the dozens in front of him, Lin Qian looked at Lei Qian curiously. “No, I remember during the Life and Death battle, the Thunderbolt Department cheering you on had at least two or three hundred people, right?”

As if anticipating Lin Qian’s question, Lei Qian smiled bitterly and spoke immediately. “Since my defeat in the Life and Death battle and acknowledging you as my boss, many have left.”

“Just a bunch of fence-sitters who think Brother Lei lost to you because he was simply weak, lacking the power of the top ten.”

“Yeah, they feel Brother Lei deceived them, relying only on the name of his grandfather, Lei Heng, but in reality, he’s very weak.”

The remaining dozens from the Thunderbolt Department spoke out in indignation.

“Nonsense, I believe now your true battle strength is already more than enough for the ninth place,” Lin Qian coldly snorted, solemnly telling Lei Qian. “Don’t let this dishearten you; it’s not your lack of strength. I’m just too powerful.”

Seeing Lin Qian seriously declaring his own strength, everyone couldn’t help but laugh.

“Brother Lin, you’re shameless,” Ye Lin chuckled, covering her mouth.

Lin Qian spread his hands, self-assured. “Don’t believe? Ask Lei Qian, am I too strong?”

“More than just too strong…” Lei Qian sighed, thinking of the twelve layers of Soul Light around Lin Qian. “Practically a monster!”

“Let’s go, take a look at what arena thirty-six is like.” Lin Qian waved boldly and led the group, with Lei Qian following closely and the others quickly following suit.

Walking beside Lin Qian, Lei Qian asked quietly, “Boss, can you hide the number of Soul Light layers?”

“Yes, indeed!” Lin Qian nodded, looking at Lei Qian. “Suppressing power means suppressing the Soul Light layers, but if I unleash full power, it can’t be hidden.”

Hearing it could be hidden, Lei Qian breathed a sigh of relief, then solemnly said, “With the Middle Ages relic soon upon us, boss, it’s best not to expose your terrifying layer count.”

“Why say this?”

“If Shengtian Sect knew, boss, that your talent is terrifying to this extent, they would seize the Middle Ages relic chance to kill you before you could grow strong.” Mentioning Shengtian Sect, Lei Qian gritted his teeth.

“To ensure their top status, they would destroy geniuses from other powers if given the chance.”

Lin Qian nodded, agreeing deeply with Lei Qian’s words.

The Great Spear Sect now increasingly looked like Shengtian Sect’s lackeys. Regarding the matter with his fiancée in Bashan City, Lin Qian wouldn’t believe there was no Shengtian Sect consent.

Lin Qian had also heard of Shengtian Sect’s dirty inclinations behind the scenes.

“I hope during the Middle Ages relic event, Shengtian Sect’s disciples won’t provoke me,” Lin Qian stated solemnly in a hushed voice. “Otherwise, their journey will only end in tears.”

“Is that arena thirty-six?” suddenly cried Ye Lin, causing Lin Qian to look forward as well.

Ahead, a stage raised one foot above the ground blocked the path.

The spacious stage could accommodate thousands for a match. And already, a dense crowd waited silently on the stage.

Seeing Lin Qian and the others stepping onto the stage, a bald youth leading the crowd provocatively beckoned them with his finger.

“Which one is Lin Qian, step forward!”

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