Starting From Fooling the Elderly into Registering for a Cultivation Training Class Chapter 432 - Qin Xiaochuan, What Exactly Are You Doing?

Chapter 432 Qin Xiaochuan, What Exactly Are You Doing?
“I’m ready, Elder!” said Qin Chuan.
“Me too!” Peng Yuhui added. “Very well, then. The final match of the Demon race’s challenge hereby begins!” announced the Supreme Venerable Elder, his deep voice booming through the air. On the ground, Qin Chuan and Peng Yuhui stood facing each other as though they were telepathic. Neither of them organized an attack. “Peng Yuhui, I’m honored to be your opponent!”
Peng Yuhui had the face of a typical male lead. Sharp eyebrows, starry eyes, and well-defined facial features that seemed chiseled. There was a confident smile on his face, and his body exuded the aura of a ruler that could shake the world.
Qin Chuan felt that he didn’t look too bad himself and had a good disposition too. However, standing next to Peng Yuhui made him look very ordinary, like a third-rate supporting role or even lower.
Qin Chuan glanced at Peng Yuhui. Since the other party had already greeted him, he responded courteously, “Qin Xiaochuan, it’s my honor to be your opponent too. “My elder said that this will be the most arduous fight I’ve ever had. Do you think so?”.
Qin Chuan smiled faintly. “I have no idea.
“Maybe your elder was afraid that you would underestimate your opponent, so he deliberately said that to give you some pressure!”
“I think so, too,” said Peng Yuhui, frowning slightly. “But as a junior, I have to listen to my elder.
“Therefore, I won’t go easy on you in the following battles. I will take it seriously. I hope the same goes for you.”
With a smile on his face, Qin Chuan said, “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be very serious. After all, this is going to be a tough battle!”
After their conversation, they each took a few steps back.
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Qin Chuan took a few deep breaths, and the smile on his face faded. In its place was an unprecedented seriousness. What followed would be a huge battle.
Qin Chuan could feel his heart racing faster, and his blood was surging like it was boiling. “The paragon of the Demon race, I’m really looking forward to it!”
After taking a few deep breaths, Qin Chuan adjusted his condition and looked at the other party excitedly.
On the other hand, Peng Yuhui looked much calmer.
Even though he doubted Lu Wei’s words, he was still very focused and did not intend to underestimate his opponent.
At this moment, the setting sun was close to the ground, its last rays dying the desert red.
The air was oddly quiet.
Qin Chuan and Peng Yuhui stood silently on the ground like wooden stakes.
Their shadows were dragged longer, and the sky grew darker.
All of a sudden.
They moved.
They were like two bolts of lightning-one azure, the other golden.
In the blink of an eye, the azure lightning and the golden lightning collided.
Their attacks and movements were extremely fast, and it was difficult for ordinary people to capture their movements with their naked eyes.
All one could see was two shadows rapidly overlapping each other, appearing on one side and on the other. It was a dizzying sight.
Xu Longfei, who was watching the fight from above, frowned.
“He’s clearly a sword cultivator. Why is he fighting Peng Yuhui in close combat? What on earth is Qin Xiaochuan doing?” asked Xu Longfei, confused.
On the other hand, the Supreme Venerable Elder seemed impressed by Qin Chuan’s performance.
His opponent was a paragon of the Demon race, equivalent to someone ranked in the top 50 of the Chosen Roll.
For these geniuses of the Luo Ding Sect, it would already be amazing if they could exchange three or four blows with Peng Yuhui.
But Qin Chuan, an immortal cultivator from the Lower realm who had only cultivated to the fifth class of Mahayana by taking pills, was powerful enough to exchange over a hundred blows!
Rubbing his eyes, the Supreme Venerable Elder wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him.
The same went for many other elders present.
They couldn’t believe their eyes. They were numb.
However, they were all Immortal Kings. Their eyes couldn’t be playing tricks on them.
The genius disciples of the Luo Ding Sect wore the same shocked expression.
After witnessing Qin Chuan’s skills, the disciple named Luo Yufei couldn’t help but recall the words she had said to him in the Mustard Domain. A burning sensation spread across her face.
The other disciples who had challenged and scolded Qin Chuan also felt ashamed.
Actually, they weren’t evil by nature. But they couldn’t accept the fact that Qin Chuan had gotten in through the back door because doing so would be very unfair to other disciples who had cultivated diligently.
But they were wrong, terribly wrong.
In comparison to Qin Chuan, they were more like the ones who had used connections to come here.
“I knew Junior Brother Qin was strong. Who knows, he might actually win.”
Sun Luote was the happiest person on the scene.
He had never looked down on Qin Chuan and sincerely treated him as a friend.
On the ground.
The battle between Qin Chuan and Peng Yuhui was in full swing.
The two sides fought back and forth, neither giving in to the other. Neither of them held back, fully exerting their combat techniques.
After several thousand intense exchanges, the two sides exchanged a palm strike, then separated. After stabilizing his body, Qin Chuan panted heavily. His forehead was covered in soybean-sized beads of sweat.
“As expected of paragon. How crazy.
“Without the support of the Law of Gravity, I wouldn’t have been his match in terms of strength and speed.”
Recalling the exchange earlier, Qin Chuan was deeply moved.
Back when Lan Lang was testing his strength, it wasn’t that strenuous. It had to be said that Peng Yuhui gave him a lot of pressure; he couldn’t afford to make the slightest mistake.
Qin Chuan knew that Peng Yuhui wasn’t going all out. Earlier, he was only testing the waters to see how capable he was.
In this clash, Qin Chuan finally realized the gap between him and a paragon like Peng Yuhui.
“However, he’s only better at combat techniques than me. In terms of damage and means, he might not be a match for me.
“That is my forte.
“Once I’m done honing my combat techniques, I’ll have a one-on-one fight with him,” thought Qin Chuan with a frown.
“His attacks are definitely going to be more intense than before. With my current combat experience, I doubt I’ll be able to hold him off. In that case, I’ll have to use my cheat ability.”
Having made up his mind, Qin Chuan decided that before the fight broke out, he would try his best to adjust his mental state.
At the same time, Peng Yuhui’s mind rapidly filtered through the earlier exchange. “The Demon Emperor’s judgment is indeed sharp. He’s indeed a worthy opponent. “How much strength did he put in?
“But judging from how he’s handling this with ease, he’s probably just testing the waters just like me!”
“Now that everyone is testing the waters, it’s time for me to reveal my cards. I have to be extra alert.”
After a brief analysis, Peng Yuhui circulated his cultivation technique to adjust his condition first.
In the sky, on the Demon’s side.
A veiled woman stood beside Lu Wei.
She was a paragon of the Demon race, with the bloodline of the nine-tailed foxes. Her name was Hu Ahli.
“Would anything happen to Little Hui Hui, Demon Emperor?” asked Hu Ahli. Lu Wei shook his head. “It’s hard to say!”
“Who is this human? How could he be on par with Little Huihui?
“How could a second-tier faction produce such a disciple?
“Could it be that when the Immortal realm heard that we were coming, a first-tier faction lent their sect’s paragons to the Luo Ding Sect to deal with this challenge?” analyzed Hu Ahli.
Lu Wei laughed. “That’s certainly a possibility, Princess Ahli.
“But, if the Immortal realm really did that, wouldn’t they be lending out only one paragon?”
Hu Ahli frowned and thought for a moment. “I think that makes sense.
“But the Luo Ding Sect is only a second-tier organization. How do you explain that disciple? I don’t think they can groom someone like that!”
Lu Wei said, “The Luo Ding Sect really doesn’t have that ability.
“As for this disciple named Qin Xiaochuan… If I’m not mistaken, he just came to the Immortal realm from the Lower realm.”
Hu Ahli was surprised. “He’s not from the Immortal realm?”
Lu Wei nodded. “He doesn’t carry the native smell unique to the Immortal realm.
“I remember that the immortal cultivation civilizations in the Lower realm aren’t even as advanced as ours. It’s already difficult for them to even become immortals, let alone produce such amazing talent,” said Hu Ahli, finding this all the more ridiculous.
“Maybe he has great luck. Who knows, he might have come across some great opportunity.”
“Forget it! I can’t be bothered to think about it,” said Hu Ahli, patting her head. “Little Huihui is going to fight seriously. I’m sure he can win.”
“Let’s hope so!” Lu Wei sighed inwardly.