I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense-Chapter 1130 - 1131 Mentality Collapsed
Chapter 1130: Chapter 1131: Mentality Collapsed
Chapter 1130: Chapter 1131: Mentality Collapsed
Su Yunbing sized up the person in front of her with interest and asked, “What kind of cooperation are you proposing?”
“The tournament is drawing to a close, and the rules have been adjusted once again. I believe Senior Sister Su has noticed that there are only three competitors left on the stage, but ultimately, only one can remain. I, Long Aotian, am aware that this person will definitely not be me. However, I have a deep grudge against Han Buzhu and would like to ask Immortal Su for a small favor. If Immortal Su could help me deal with Han Buzhu and defeat him, I would immediately withdraw from the competition and concede the victory. How does that sound?”
“In this way, Immortal Su only needs to defeat Han Buzhu to claim the victory, eliminating a competitor with ease. Why not seize the opportunity?” Long Aotian said.
The new rules were already distributed. With only three competitors left, if Long Aotian were to be absent, it would surely cause public outrage, revealing too obvious a manipulation. The other sects would not agree, and even the Great Elder wouldn’t dare to act so brazenly. Thus, the only option was to meddle in the final round, changing the rules from a duel to a three-person melee, where the cultivator remaining on the stage would emerge victorious.
This required not just raw power but also a solid strategy. At this moment, he was setting up his tactics, attempting to steer the development of the tournament in a direction favorable to himself.
“I’m not interested. For me, defeating either you or Han Buzhu is just a matter of swinging my weapon one more time. Your proposal holds no allure,” Su Yunbing slightly squinted at him and spoke indifferently. This fellow had earlier colluded with Wu Chengjue, and now he was trying to scheme with her, which was quite insidious.
Manipulating behind the scenes and using crafty tactics would have likely trapped another cultivator by now.
Nevertheless, for her, it was futile. Except for Long Aotian, everyone else was on her side. No matter what games this man played, it would only lead to his own disgrace.
“Immortal Su misunderstands. If you could ally with me, Long Aotian, there are plenty of benefits for you,” He persisted.
“Just help me eliminate Han Buzhu, and, as the leader, I can grant you access to browse the Scripture Pavilion on Ice Dragon Island!”
Long Aotian patted his chest, confident that this promise was an irresistible offer for any supreme talent.
“Fine, I’ll make my move once I step onto the stage,” Su Yunbing nodded.
“That is excellent. Then I shall take it that Immortal Su has agreed. Rest assured, my master also knows about this matter; there will be no unexpected problems,” Long Aotian smiled, bowed with clasped hands, and then stealthily walked away.
A few minutes later.
He reappeared in a secluded corner of the arena, this time standing next to Li Xiaobai.
“Third Young Master of the Han Family, I won’t beat around the bush with you. We both desire to win Long Xue, which should be a contest among men, don’t you agree?” Long Aotian, with hands clasped behind his back, asked calmly.
“True, but you might as well give up on Long Xue. This stage has basically nothing to do with you anymore. If you’re wise, you’d better just surrender and bow out. Otherwise, losing your life would be a fool’s bargain,” Li Xiaobai eyed him curiously and slowly replied.
It was strange for this man to seek him out—that was like a weasel paying respects to a chicken, with certainly no good intentions.
“Hehe, why would you say such a thing, young master? I also don’t quite like you, but there’s a significant obstacle currently blocking our path, and if it’s not dealt with, neither of us can even think of claiming the first place,” Long Aotian declared.
“I’m all ears.”
“Su Yunbing!”
“This woman is the only unpredictable factor in the arena, her strength is unfathomable. If we let her make her moves freely, I’m afraid none of us are a match for her,” said the Third Young Master. “You all are cultivators from the Villian’s Guild, but everyone wants to bring back Long Xue and claim the top honor for Gang Leader Li Xiaobai. Why don’t we two join forces first to knock Su Yunbing out of the ring and then stage a fierce dragon versus tiger battle afterward?”
“Without the variable of Su Yunbing, the final showdown on the stage will be a contest between you and me. If you can defeat Ao Tian, then the top honor of the Villian’s Guild will naturally go to you, Third Young Master.”
Ao Tian spoke persuasively, beginning to coax Li Xiaobai into joining his team.
He intended to create a rift, not only attempting to win both sides over but to have them fight each other to the death. In this way, he could seize the opportunity to benefit from the chaos!
He had already planned it out: once on the stage, he would let Han Buzhu and Su Yunbing fight each other. He would watch from the sidelines and take down whoever had the upper hand, knocking out the strongest first, and then treacherously kill the remaining one. This way, securing the top position in the tournament would be within easy reach!
“Or is it that the Third Young Master has no confidence in confronting Ao Tian?”
Ao Tian said with a sly smile, overtly beginning to provoke.
“Oh? Attack Su Yunbing first?”
A glint of jest crossed Li Xiaobai’s eyes as he asked with interest, “What’s your plan?”
“As you might have seen just now, Ao Tian initially wanted to team up with her, but unexpectedly, this woman is so arrogantly confident that she wanted to take us both down with just two hits. Moreover, her words seemed to carry a considerable animosity towards you, Third Young Master!”
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“I believe that once she takes the stage, she will definitely attack you first. We should strike first to gain the upper hand and catch her off guard to knock her out of the ring!”
Ao Tian said nonchalantly.
“If the Third Young Master agrees to Ao Tian’s plan, regardless of victory or defeat afterward, Ao Tian will give you a cultivation technique from Ice Dragon Island to guarantee the enhancement of your strength!”
“Heh, fine. Since Young Master Long is so well-prepared, Han naturally needs to cooperate fully. I’ll see you at the ring later?”
Li Xiaobai happily said.
“Good, Young Master Han is decisive, truly fit for great tasks. Then, I will be waiting for Young Master Han’s grand presence later!”
Ao Tian showed a hint of a smile on his lips; he had succeeded, both sides were persuaded. He would be safe on the stage.
“No problem, just watch how I operate; this match will end very soon.”
Li Xiaobai also spoke with a smile, thinking Ao Tian actually wanted to play dirty with him. Soon, he would let him face a harsh reality.
In the spectator’s area, numerous cultivators began another round of frantic betting.
The finale circle was the last chance.
“Who to bet on?”
“With the support of Ice Dragon Island behind Ao Tian, even if his strength isn’t enough to eliminate both Han Buzhu and Su Yunbing at the same time, with the Great Elder’s help, he should be able to claim the final victory.”
“I don’t think so, who can withstand a blow from Senior Sister Su of the Hundred Flowers Sect? It’s almost certain that Senior Sister Su will win the tournament.”
“True, compared to Senior Sister Su, both Ao Tian and Han Buzhu seem a bit unreliable. But just now, I saw Ao Tian maneuvering between the two, seemingly having some cunning strategy.”
The onlooking crowd hesitated, unsure of whom to bet on in this final match. Choosing the right winner could make one immensely rich overnight; they had to be very careful.
“Ol’ Fatty, who do you think will win or lose in this last match?”
Finally, a cultivator remembered Liu Jinshui’s presence and looked at the smiling, mysterious-looking chubby man nearby.
“This Ol’ Fatty can’t say for sure either. If I expressed an opinion, it might influence your judgment, and if there are complaints later, I can’t escape responsibility. Ol’ Fatty here is just running the bets, responsible for recording, not for making predictions.”
“Ol’Fatty, I don’t want to be the big villain anymore. Everyone, do as you please, just take it easy.”
Liu Jinshui grinned, his face the picture of honesty.
“Ol’Fatty, that’s not right. I just said it, I absolutely trust Ol’Fatty. Ol’Fatty’s predictions on who will win are always spot on. Why not share some insider info with the brothers this time too? Once we make a big profit, we can give Ol’Fatty a larger cut, how about that?”
“Exactly, exactly, I absolutely trust Ol’Fatty. Those who deliberately caused trouble and didn’t trust Ol’Fatty’s predictions are all ungrateful scoundrels. We are ashamed to associate with them!”
“Ol’Fatty, whoever you say has the best chance, I’ll bet on them!”
The cultivators became noisy. Liu Jinshui’s predictions were accurate, at least he hasn’t been wrong about the claims so far, and most crucially, the man must have some secret insider info they weren’t aware of. Just by getting a hint of it, their road to riches would be secured.
“This… wouldn’t be too good. What if I’m wrong…”
Liu Jinshui looked hesitant, seemingly troubled.
“Just say it, Ol’Fatty. Even if you’re wrong in the end, we won’t blame you!”
“That’s right, if we lose, we’ll just consider it a lesson paid for!”
“Exactly, we’re all family here, what can’t be talked about?”
The cultivators continued to persuade him.
“Sigh, since my family here trusts me, Liu Jinshui, so much, then I’ll make a bold prediction!”
Liu Jinshui shook his head, sighed as if he were unwilling, then slowly said, “As you all saw just now, Long Aotian has been running back and forth, negotiating first with Su Yunbing and then with Han Buzhu, probably hoping to form an alliance to fend off enemies, and then reap the benefits of the fisherman.”
“But I believe that in the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks will fail. Senior Sister Su of the Hundred Flowers Sect is definitely the ultimate victor of this competition. Ol’Fatty dares to assert, within the Heavenly Immortal Realm, there’s no one who can withstand her hammer head-on!”
“Dealing with Han Buzhu and Long Aotian is just a matter of one hammer blow. Family, watch closely. Here are Ol’Fatty’s one million top-quality Immortal Stones, I bet on Su Yunbing winning!”
“Ol’Fatty, I treat you all as family, and now I also become a part of this game. This time, let’s make money together, and if there’s a pit, we’ll fall in it together!”
Liu Jinshui took out a Space Ring and, in front of everyone, placed his bet on Su Yunbing winning.
This action instantly won the affection of the cultivators present, sparking the fuse, and everyone plunged in to follow his lead.
The people who started the betting now couldn’t help but place their own bets, leaving them no reason not to trust them. Many cultivators even felt moved, feeling like they truly found an organization, a family.
This genius of the Golden Blade Sect really treated them as his own, making them feel a touch of warmth, swallowing a calming pill.
The boss jumped into the scene, everyone would profit together, or lose together!
“I bet three million top-quality Immortal Stones!”
“I bet eight million top-quality Immortal Stones!”
“I bet ten million!”
The cultivators were fiercely excited, becoming restless, stuffing their Immortal Stones into Liu Jinshui’s hands, fearing they were too slow as the betting for the arena was about to close.
“Don’t worry, one by one. Thanks for the support, family. From now on, let’s be closer on the Southern Continent!”
Liu Jinshui couldn’t stop smiling, collecting money until his hands were soft.
With so many resources, definitely breaking hundreds of millions, even the presence of magnates who threw in ten million top-quality Immortal Stones at once made his breathing slightly rushed.
These top-quality Immortal Stones would soon be his, the thought was a little exciting.
…
The final match of the arena began.
Li Xiaobai stood up and walked onto the stage leisurely, as if under no pressure at all.
The other two also entered from different sides, their steps light, all looking relaxed and comfortable, as if they were not worried about the outcome of this combat at all.
Spectating expert cultivators nodded frequently the approval clear in their eyes, neither arrogant nor rash, nor servile or overbearing—they all had the demeanor of great generals!
What they didn’t know was that Li Xiaobai and Su Yunbing were not worried at all; they were all insiders, what’s there to worry about? They were just waiting to send Long Aotian out of the game, and the champion of the arena battle would be born immediately.
As for Long Aotian, he was already calculating how he should reap the benefits when the others clash.
“Both of you, long time no see. It’s a fate that it ended up being the three of us in the end.”
Long Aotian looked at Li Xiaobai and Su Yunbing, chuckled, and gave them a fist-and-palm salute.
“Yeah, who would have thought, Ao Tian, that a scrub like you could make it this far, always getting byes, must be good luck.”
Li Xiaobai mocked mercilessly.
“Young Master Han is right, but sometimes, one must admit that luck is also part of strength.”
Long Aotian’s face looked a bit ugly; Third Young Master of the Han Family always had a stinking attitude, but no matter, he would bear it. When these two were at each other’s throats, that would be his time to shine!
Su Yunbing drew a huge hammer from thin air with one hand and said faintly, “Enough talk, how about making a move?”
Li Xiaobai’s wrist twisted, and he drew a longsword, “Come on!”
Long Aotian’s face wore a smile, his hands clasped behind him, standing off to one side, the epitome of detachment.
Exactly, exactly, just like that, let the fight start!
His heart was shouting continuously, hoping they would start fighting right away.
But the next second, a rich scent of death swirled around him, a terrifying chill sweeping through his body making hairs stand on end.
Simultaneously, to his horror, he saw the man and woman in front of him both move in unison towards him.
“Hammering you!”
Su Yunbing, always fierce and taciturn, didn’t even bother moving; she just threw her huge hammer like a javelin straight at Long Aotian’s face. The terrifying aura pressed down from the sky, making it hard for him to breathe.
“Roar!”
“Evil Dragon’s Roar!”
The Dragon Race bloodline within him activated instantly, a formidable might erupting, a raging roar shaking the heavens and the earth. Long Aotian’s body was covered in blue dragon scales like an armor, his muscles bulging, his body shook as he rushed into the sky, narrowly avoiding that terrifying hammer.
But at that moment, a streak of bright silver continuously magnified before him, a sword radiance with immense power cleaved down, Long Aotian watched as his scalp exploded.
“What about being teammates? I’m freaking out here…”
