Chapter 1188: Who Do You Think I Am

Lu Shuyao was almost beside herself with rage.

She couldn't care less about what others said, but Pei Songhe's betrayal and subsequent mockery were simply intolerable!

However, with so many eyes watching, Lu Shuyao had no choice but to suppress her anger and force a smile.

"Hehe..."

"My dear sister, who would have thought that a useless nobody like him would become so loyal once he joined your side, spewing such foul words."

"It seems my sister is quite the teacher."

Her soft, sarcastic tone and her skill at throwing shade were well-honed. The guests exchanged thoughtful glances, and many of the young talents looked at Lu Xinlan with strange expressions.

As the saying goes, "The pure remain pure." Lu Xinlan paid no mind to the judgmental gazes of others.

As for the usual slander and provocation, she couldn't be bothered to respond.

"No need for further words. Let the competition begin."

With a single cold remark, she defused all the scheming. Lu Shuyao had no choice but to lower her gaze and look toward the elder in charge, her face brimming with confidence.

"Elder, please judge fairly."

"Since my sister insists on a competition, I have no choice but to oblige."

Hearing this, the elder of the Treasure Pavilion turned to the five grand elders for approval.

Seeing the five elders nod slightly, the elder immediately clasped his hands and addressed the crowd in a loud, clear voice.

"Esteemed guests!"

"Ladies!"

"According to ancestral tradition, this competition shall now begin. Both sides will determine victory through their guest experts, taking turns to send participants into the arena. The competition will continue until one side has no more participants and concedes defeat!"

His deep voice echoed through the hall.

The guests perked up, their eyes filled with faint smiles. The countless gazes directed at Lu Shuyao were filled with flattery and sycophancy.

The disparity between the two sides was obvious, and the outcome seemed almost predetermined. Many had already prepared gifts in anticipation of the competition's conclusion.

It was as if Lu Shuyao was already the Pavilion Master.

Her confidence grew, and she began to exude the demeanor of a true Pavilion Master.

"My dear sister, don't say I'm bullying you. Out of consideration for our blood ties, I'll let you send your first participant. If you lose later, don't blame me."

Once again, she put on a show of arrogance.

Lu Xinlan clenched her fists in frustration.

The opposing side's lineup was formidable, and the choice of the first participant was crucial. Losing the first match would undoubtedly affect morale. However, if she sent out her strongest expert, Mr. Pei, her chances in subsequent matches would be severely limited.

In her hesitation, Lu Xinlan could only turn to her companions and whisper, cupping her hands respectfully.

"Esteemed seniors, who among you is willing to take the first match?"

Though she was intelligent, she was not arrogant. The experts by her side were all masters, their cultivation and insight far surpassing ordinary people. Seeking their advice was not a mistake.

As soon as she finished speaking, Pei Songhe and Sa Donglai exchanged a glance, their expressions serious.

The two were about to step forward and volunteer.

But then, a soft voice spoke up first.

"I'll go."

Whoosh!

The group turned in shock.

After a long silence, Mr. Yi had stepped forward with steady steps.

The group's eyes widened in astonishment, their faces lighting up with excitement!

Was Mr. Yi really going to take the first match?!

Lu Xinlan was also overjoyed.

The fact that Mr. Yi had agreed to assist her was already a tremendous honor. She would never dare to give him orders, let alone imagine that he would personally take the first match!

With him stepping forward, who in the entire venue could possibly stand against him?

The first match was as good as won!

As Yi Feng strode forward, the previous pressures instantly turned into joy. Lu Xinlan and the others clasped their hands in excitement, their eyes shining with admiration.

"We are deeply grateful, Mr. Yi!"

Witnessing this scene, the tens of thousands of guests also turned their attention in surprise.

Seeing the unremarkable Yi Feng, who appeared to be nothing more than a young man, many were taken aback.

After a moment of surprise, many released their spiritual senses to probe him.

To their shock, they detected not a trace of Dao power!

Murmurs of surprise spread among the guests. Many of the older experts looked on with grave expressions, and even the five grand elders, who had remained seated and composed, furrowed their brows slightly.

Of course, there were also younger disciples who couldn't sense anything unusual.

For a moment, the venue was filled with hushed discussions, with opinions divided.

"I can't sense this person's cultivation level at all?"

"At such a young age, he dares to take the first match. He must be no ordinary person. It seems Miss Xinlan also has a powerful ally."

"Haha, could he really be at the seventh rank?"

"I think he's just putting on a show. If he were truly strong, why would he hide his cultivation?"

"If this guy can defeat the Pavilion Master's guest experts, I'll stand on my head and wash my hair for a hundred years!"

The venue buzzed with chatter.

Yi Feng, however, remained calm as he walked forward.

Victory or defeat was no longer his concern.

At this moment, he stepped forward for one reason only—to seek death!

The opposing side was filled with experts, possibly even seventh or eighth-rank cultivators.

This was an opportunity he couldn't miss.

If he won, it would be a worthy reward for Lu Xinlan's trust. If he lost, he would have done his best.

But if he were to be killed by the opponent, that would be the ultimate win.

In the future, with his immortality and enhanced cultivation, supporting Lu Xinlan wouldn't be difficult, right?

So what if she lost the position of Pavilion Master?

Wouldn't being an island lord be just as good?

This was a win-win situation!

The more Yi Feng thought about it, the more confident he became. He no longer had any psychological burden.

His mind was now filled with just three words—bring it on!

As he steadily walked to the center of the venue, Yi Feng had fully immersed himself in his role. His every step exuded an invincible aura, as if he were the reincarnation of Zhang Fei himself!

"Who dares to step forward and fight?"

Though his voice was soft, it seemed to carry an invisible wave of pressure that spread throughout the venue!

The entire hall fell silent.

With just one sentence, the tens of thousands of guests were even more astonished.

Good heavens.

Where did this fierce person come from?

Facing seven or eight top experts, this man dared to challenge them alone, and with such a disdainful expression, his hands behind his back, looking at them as if they were mere weeds?

What kind of confidence was this?!

The entire venue was stunned. The thousands of guests felt a shiver run down their spines!

Even the guest experts by Lu Shuyao's side were filled with doubt, unable to gauge Yi Feng's true cultivation level.

Was he just putting on a show?

But that unfathomable aura continued to spread, making even the seventh-rank experts feel inferior. Just being near it felt like being crushed by a mountain!

But if he was truly that powerful...

That was even more unbelievable!

With such a level of aura, his cultivation must be on par with Zhang Tonghai!

How could such a powerful expert exist on the outer islands?!

The guest experts exchanged uneasy glances.

Reluctantly, they turned to look at Zhang Tonghai, only to see that even he was deep in thought. This made them even more alarmed, and none dared to step forward to accept the challenge.

Seeing that the opposing side remained unmoved, Yi Feng couldn't help but inwardly praise them.

Truly, they were experts.

Their composure was on another level.

Ordinary methods of provoking a fight wouldn't work here. He needed to up the ante!

With a cold glint in his eyes, he spoke again.

"You bunch of weaklings, I can crush you with a single hand. If you don't dare to fight alone, then come at me together!"

His deep voice reverberated, causing an uproar in the venue!

This was no longer a simple challenge—it was outright contempt and humiliation!

Lu Shuyao's eyes turned cold as she glanced at her side.

"Hmm?"

"Why are you all hesitating? Do you expect Elder Zhang to step forward first?"

Finally, a seventh-rank expert, his face flushed with shame, could no longer hold back.

"Miss Lu, allow me to take the first match!"

Only then did Lu Shuyao's expression soften, and she nodded in approval.

"Very well, I leave it to you, Elder Song."

Moments later, the old man who had stepped forward was filled with a fierce determination. He cupped his hands and strode forward with steady steps.

In an instant, the crowd retreated, and a formation materialized, enclosing the two combatants.

The old man who had stepped forward was a well-known expert, a genuine seventh-rank cultivator. To be intimidated in such a grand setting would make it impossible for him to maintain his standing on Black Island.

Did this young upstart think he could win without a fight by putting on a show?

Wishful thinking!

The old man's face was filled with ferocity as he stepped forward, his fists surging with terrifying Dao power!

"Kid! Do you think such tricks can fool me? Who do you think I am?!"

In the blink of an eye!

The old man unleashed his full power, his fists erupting with a force that sent a gale sweeping through the venue of tens of thousands. The terrifying momentum rushed toward Yi Feng, shaking the heavens and earth!

As the terrifying force of the fists surged toward him like a tidal wave, Yi Feng was filled with joy.

Finally, a true expert had stepped forward. This time, it was a sure thing!

The anticipation of imminent death filled his eyes, and Yi Feng, fully immersed in the moment, threw a serious punch in response.

"Boom!!!"

The collision of their fists created a deafening explosion that shook the heavens!

The clash lasted less than a second, but the outcome was a complete and utter domination.

With just one punch!

The formation in the venue dissipated like smoke, and the venue itself was torn apart. The force of the punch traveled thousands of miles without diminishing, and the figure of the expert who had thrown the punch had completely vanished. Not even a trace of his aura could be detected.

It was as if he had never existed...

Elder Song—dead.