I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense-Chapter 1142 - 1143 Where is the Person
Chapter 1142: Chapter 1143: Where is the Person?
Chapter 1142: Chapter 1143: Where is the Person?
A mesmerizing blue figure blocked in front of Li Xiaobai, raising his fist to smash the oncoming Frost Qi.
“Wangwang Ice Breaker!”
The power of thunder and lightning shattered, the Frost Qi was annihilated, and a young man with blue hair stood in front of Li Xiaobai, smiling with a disdainful look in his eyes. Despite his sunken eyes seeming somewhat hollow, his impressive talents were still on display.
“Who are you, to be able to withstand my breath?”
The Blue Thunder Dragonkin stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with surprise. Among the Semi-Saints, his strength ranked at the top, and he had yet to lose to peers, which was why he dared to enter the arena alone.
But this blue-haired young man gave him a feeling of extraordinaryness, easily catching his fierce attack—a true expert!
“Just call me Wangwang.”
The blue-haired young man’s voice was gentle as jade. Yan Zuzi had stimulated the instinct of this body, which, apart from not being able to think autonomously, was no different from a normal person.
“Wangwang?”
“May I know, from which sect do you hail?”
The Blue Thunder Dragonkin asked with some confusion.
“I was from Ice Dragon Island, expelled and then established my own sect, nothing noteworthy.”
Wangwang spoke calmly and harmoniously, making people feel like they were bathing in the spring breeze, extremely comfortable. However, to Li Xiaobai, it sounded like thunderous explosions.
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Expelled from Ice Dragon Island and then establishing his own faction? Could this be related to Icy Frost Sect?
Could this man called Wangwang be the founder of the Icy Frost Sect?
“Utter nonsense!”
“Battle!”
“True Dragon Magical Art!”
The Blue Thunder Dragonkin’s eyes darkened as he roared, his claws transforming into thick lightning, striking toward the blue-haired young man.
“True Dragon Magical Art!”
The blue-haired young man also shouted, his body covered densely with dragon scales, his blood and Qi surging wildly, faintly revealing a radiant light, and like lightning, he grabbed the claws attacking his face. With a slight exertion of his fingers, he immediately disabled the Blue Thunder Dragonkin’s arms, tossing him into the arena like a torn rag.
“Pfft!”
“You… you are also of the Dragon Race!”
The Dragonkin spat blood, leaping up, looking at Wangwang with utter disbelief in his eyes. A master like this in the Dragon Race? How did he not know?
Where did this blue-haired young man come from? His strength was utterly terrifying!
Compared to the other Half-Saints on the arena…
He was lost in myriad thoughts, his eyes inadvertently scanning around the arena, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat as all the Half-Saint Cultivators whom he had knocked down with his lightning, somehow, had all gotten up again, seemingly none the worse for wear, as if they had never been hurt.
He was wrong, terribly wrong; the arena was filled with masters!
Could those he had knocked down before have been just toying with him? His peerless strength among the members of Villian’s Guild seemed not to stir any ripples.
“I was once a disciple of Ice Dragon Island too,” confessed Wangwang, still composed, voice even, without a trace of emotion.
Looking gentle, but his next actions terrified the Dragonkin – Wangwang single-handedly morphed his hand into a dragon claw that instantly turned into a giant hand that overshadowed the skies, slamming down on the arena, the dangerous aura instantly enveloping him completely. The Dragonkin shivered, wanted to escape but realized he was unable to move, his feet somehow covered in ice.
In the void, the dragon claw clenched into a fist and hammered down ruthlessly.
No fancy moves, just using the extreme cold to immobilize the Dragonkin, then one punch, two punches, three punches!
Bang!
The Dragonkin was lifeless, countless resources bursting from the Elder’s Dantian, sprinkling across the arena in an instant, reflecting a splendor that made the whole arena look majestic.
Li Xiaobai was ready at the side and swiftly collected them.
Looking back at the unmoving blue-haired young man, his eyes gradually losing their sparkle, this man appeared gentle but was ferocious by nature, his words mild but his actions ruthless, surely a great power in his lifetime.
The monks around the arena stood, in unison widening their eyes in disbelief, comic yet ridiculous as they rubbed them vigorously, afraid they had seen wrong.
“No way? That’s True Dragon Magical Art!”
“That blue-haired young man also knows True Dragon Magical Art, and he has dragon scales too!”
“He’s also from the Dragon Race, this Wangwang, there are Dragon Race cultivators in the Villian’s Guild?”
“What kind of power is this, could they possibly accommodate all races?”
The faces of the cultivators changed drastically, the faction had Dragon Race cultivators who unhesitatingly opposed Ice Dragon Island, as if they didn’t care about their origins.
“Why doesn’t this man’s name show a Sin Value above his head?”
“I remember the person called Yitilou was the same, this Dragon Race powerhouse also doesn’t show, could it be that the Villian’s Guild holds some secret of the value?”
Coming to their senses amidst the initial shock, the crowd quickly noticed the loophole, this man called Wangwang also didn’t display a Sin Value.
Not only him, but even Zhen Buchuo, who was fiercely fighting with many Half-Saint Cultivators in the void, and that 857, also had no value above their heads. What was going on? The cultivators were somewhat confused.
The shocking matters were indeed too many, and for a moment, they didn’t know which one to be shocked about.
“Dammit!”
“How can a junior cause such a commotion? Is it truly that no one on Ice Dragon Island can deal with this? Wait till I handle you myself!”
Seeing yet another Ice Dragon Island Elder die, the Great Elder couldn’t sit still any longer and was about to step into the fray.
“Enough!”
Suddenly, the Island Master yelled angrily, an invisible terrifying authority descending and suppressing everyone at the scene, whether it was the Dragon Race Elders or puppets controlled by Yan Zuzi, all were firmly pressed against the ground, unable to move.
It had always been Ice Dragon Island that was losing people; she was truly angered but hadn’t completely lost her reason. The more she came into contact with this force known as the Villian’s Guild, the more horrified she became in her heart. None of the bizarre phenomena exhibited by this power could she clarify.
What kind of force was this, and who was manipulating it from behind the scenes? She couldn’t help but speculate. The previous confrontation involving only a few Half-Saints had already turned the island into a mess, and if these thousands of cultivators collectively joined the fight, it wasn’t just Ice Dragon Island at stake but probably all sects’ cultivators would suffer an unmerited disaster.
If it implicated the innocent fish, even if she could suppress the turmoil today, she would face the inquiries and wrath of the various great sects afterward—a consequence she couldn’t bear.
“Great Elder, it was you who arranged for Xue’er. Bring her here!”
“Since Young Master Han insists on taking Xue’er away today, let him have his wish. I will now send someone to interrupt Xue’er’s cultivation insight, please wait for a moment, Young Master!”
The Island Master spoke coldly, her eyes sweeping over the Great Elder, their gazes meeting, and the Great Elder instantly understood her intentions.
There were still many cultivators in the valley. If a fight broke out, they would be at a disadvantage. They shouldn’t start a battle here. First, let Li Xiaobai take Long Xue away and then ambush and annihilate today’s intruders once they’ve left Ice Dragon Island.
“Cough cough, Island Master, Xue’er is really in seclusion; calling her out now would only harm and benefit nobody!”
The Great Elder understood the rationale, but after hearing the Island Master’s order, he equivocated.
“Bring her first. The safety of the island is paramount. Since Young Master Han doesn’t trust Ice Dragon Island, let him take Xue’er away then.”
The Island Master reminded again.
“Island Master, since when has Ice Dragon Island ever bowed to others?”
“This person must not be let go today—it’s a matter of face!”
The Great Elder spoke righteously, appearing entirely devoted to Ice Dragon Island.
He wasn’t wrong, but the Island Master’s brows slightly furrowed—these words didn’t fit the Great Elder’s character. This Lin Bei, though a Saint Realm, was typically a coward, always cautious and timid. When had he become so tough?
“Great Elder, I am asking you where she is. Just answer truthfully. If you don’t want to go, I will send another Elder.”
The Island Master’s voice was somewhat cold.
“Let me send someone instead, please, Island Master, be patient.”
The Great Elder’s eyes flickered with an unusual color, giving a sign to his confidant beside him, who understood and turned to leave.
“Young Master Han, please be patient. Xue’er will be here shortly. Ice Dragon Island will remember today’s events and return the favor a hundredfold in the future!”
The Island Master stated indifferently.
“I am waiting.”
Li Xiaobai nodded, feeling vaguely uneasy. The Great Elder’s equivocation—could it be that something had gone wrong with Long Xue?
In the arena, people slowly gathered around Li Xiaobai, waiting for Long Xue’s arrival.
“Junior brother, something feels off. How could they let us off so easily?”
Liu Jinshui came up and said.
“Do you even need to ask? If they are willing to let her go, they must be planning to act on the sea!”
Yang Chen said.
“But the Great Elder’s expression just now was a bit off; I fear things aren’t so simple.”
Yan Zuzi said, “Once she arrives, we should withdraw quickly. Controlling so many puppets is really draining.”
Yitilou: “How did you become so weak now, just a few puppets and you are already drained?”
Yan Zuzi: “You have no heart, I don’t want to talk to you.”
…
Time ticked away by the second.
Everyone anxiously waited, not only Li Xiaobai but also the cultivators in the spectator seats were increasingly anxious, hoping that Long Xue would appear soon and be taken away by Li Xiaobai so that they could regain their freedom.
But no one came, time passed, and still no one came.
Fifteen minutes had passed, and not even a shadow of Long Xue was seen.
Li Xiaobai’s expression completely darkened. Was this actually a delaying tactic?
The Island Master also looked equally grim, perceiving that something had gone off track. The Great Elder beside her seemed to have done something else without her knowing.
“Great Elder, where is she?”
