Chapter Thirty-Two: Winning by Unconventional Means

  As scheduled, one more update before 12 o'clock ~ After going home, there are many things to do.

  "Zong Ge-ge... it hurts so much! Let me go, okay? If you let me go, I'll admit defeat."

  With a pitiful expression, she pressed her injured arm against her mouth, stretched out her pink tongue and gently licked the wound, her eyes fixed on Zong Yin with tears in them.

  At that moment, Zong Yin suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and he quickly let go of her hand. Like everyone else, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

  "Haha! I give up!"

  Zong Yin did not expect that after he relaxed his guard, she would suddenly flash a sly smile at him, loudly admit defeat, and then fly up with one foot to fiercely kick Zong Yin's **!

  At this moment, Zong Yin's cold sweat flowed out. It was clear that the kick was made without any reservation. Fortunately, after the formation of the Force Stone, Zong Yin's reaction speed increased significantly. Just before she was about to be kicked, her two hands were stacked together, blocking the attack and grabbing the ankle of the kicking foot tightly in her hand.

  She was completely stunned by this sudden move, she had never thought that Zong Yin's reaction would be so fast. By the time she reacted and wanted to withdraw her foot, it was already too late.

  "It's you who forced me!"

  At this time, Zong Yin was also furious, grasping Feng Zi's ankle and pulling it forward fiercely. Feng Zi's body uncontrollably fell towards Zong Yin.

  "I give up! I give up!"

  Looking at Zong Yin who was right in front of her, Feng Zi truly felt a hint of fear in her heart and shouted loudly.

  "Do you think the referee is reasonable? If it weren't for me never hitting women, I absolutely wouldn't let you leave standing! Consider this as interest!"

  Zong Yin let out a cold hum, and suddenly reached out with one hand to grab her left breast, giving it a vicious squeeze before carelessly tossing her off the martial arts platform.

  At this time, Fengzi also found that the two referees seemed to have not heard her surrender, turning their eyes to one side, and secretly attacking the man. Even if you are beautiful, you will be despised by other men. Before she could even open her mouth to beg for mercy, a sharp pain came from her chest, and she had no reaction at all about what happened. She only felt that the sky and earth were spinning, and she was already sitting on the ground below the martial arts platform with a thud.

  "Ahh!!! How dare you touch me! I'm not done with you yet! Men are all the same, no good!"

  She sat stupidly in the audience, half-conscious, and suddenly let out a scream that shook heaven and earth. Her left breast was obviously one size larger than her right, and Zong Yin's hand had swollen it by several points with just one squeeze.

  Zong Yin, however, disdainfully pursed his lips and, under the bizarre gaze of the referee, recorded the information about Na Jie before blending into the crowd.

  Zong Yin clenched his fists tightly as he blended into the crowd, and he could clearly feel that his strength had increased significantly. This match, although it had many flaws, but he had easily won without using any soul power at all. In the past, perhaps Feng Zhi's kick would have been impossible for him to block, and Zong Yin couldn't help but feel a little grateful that he had already condensed the Force Stone.

  Looking at his own right hand, he couldn't help but clench it again, and sighed in admiration. "It's really big! Good grip..."

  Zong Yinhai wasn't even considered a decent young man in his previous life, and he had often teased respectable women with his gang of friends. He was quite familiar with this kind of thing, but the only thing he hadn't expected was that Feng Zhi would be so well-endowed.

  His mind had already begun to calculate whether he should find a girlfriend here, definitely the kind with big breasts and beautiful legs! Based on the data that people's physical strength in this world is much stronger than in that world, the endurance of beauties in that aspect will also... it seems that many high-difficulty, high-skill movements can also... Hehehe...

  Just a moment ago, Zong Yin was still rejoicing in his increased strength, but suddenly he became infatuated and began to fantasize about many movements that he could only watch but not try in his past life. He couldn't help but reveal an extremely lewd smile, causing the crowd around him to shudder and retreat far away.

  Zong Yin, who had successfully obtained a score of one, was idle and had nothing to do. He waited until the first round of eliminations for the three thousand people was over, which would take at least half a morning. As the ancients said: "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without being defeated." Zong Yin spent the remaining time wandering between various martial arts platforms, comparing his own strength with that of others.

  More than half an hour later, Zong Yin's confidence had already lost more than half. Every royal soul master who dared to come on stage had a remarkable skill.

  Some people have high soul power levels, but are not outstanding in other aspects, so they adopt a steady and stable approach to consume their opponents' soul power until they exhaust it before defeating them. Some people possess powerful soul techniques that can defeat their opponents with lightning speed and force. There are also those who spend all day tempering their bodies with soul power, making themselves as tough as iron. Furthermore, some have exceptional fighting skills and a good grasp of timing, often allowing them to emerge undefeated.

  Zong Yin thought that he didn't have much of a winning chance against these people, his soul power level was at most average, although he had condensed the force crystal, but he wasn't arrogant enough to think that he could be compared to those Soul Masters who had been refining their bodies for over a decade. As for combat skills, he was completely clueless, maybe being able to hit someone from behind with a stick would work, but facing someone head-on in battle was basically hopeless. His soul technique was powerful, but it wasn't a martial soul technique, the only thing he could use was "Return to Ancestors".

  So after watching for nearly half an hour, Zong Yin found a secluded corner to start cultivating his soul power. He had already decided to make good use of Return Ancestor in the next match, and the key to Zong Yin's victory or defeat would depend on the timing of using Return Ancestor.

  Around noon, the 3,000-man elimination match finally ended, and Zong Yin also received his next appearance sequence. It was still the 28th martial arts stage, and he would be the third to appear. Immediately, he roughly guessed the method of allocating opponents for the remaining matches in the preliminary round. He estimated that he would be on the 28th martial arts stage for the remaining matches. If he won this match, his next appearance would be as the second student to take the stage.

  A look of excitement surged across Zong Yin's face, as he clearly remembered that the winner of the 28th match and his own strength were not much different. In a situation where his opponent had no trump card, his chances of winning were still very great.

  Zong Yin immediately rushed to the 28th martial arts arena at the fastest speed, he had already made up his mind to lock in here for the next period of time, after all, every student who took the stage might be his next opponent.

  The first two matches were very quick, and in less than ten minutes, it was Zonghui's turn.

  When Zong Yin saw his opponent, he felt much more at ease. The other party was equally extremely thin and weak, obviously not someone who had been using soul power to strengthen their body for years. As long as it wasn't someone with a body as hard as stone, Zong Yin was confident that he could win.

  When the referee announced the start of the match, Zong Yin only felt a blackness in front of his eyes, and suddenly the opponent appeared in front of him, with a sharp blade slashing towards his neck.

  This nearly scared Zhong Hui to death, this person was the fastest one he had ever seen so far. Fortunately, Zhong Hui's reaction speed was very fast, and early on, a two-layered "V"-shaped soul power barrier had been formed in front of him. The opponent's chopping knife fiercely slashed onto the soul power barrier, producing an ear-piercing screeching sound, spewing out a string of sparks. After shattering the first layer of the soul power barrier, he was unable to break through the second layer of defense.

  A huge cry of alarm in my heart, fortunately I came up with the habit of training in the strong wind and formed a four-sided shield with half of my soul power inside, otherwise this time the opponent would have succeeded in a sneak attack.

  Zong Yin's opponent was also taken aback, quickly retreating from Zong Yin and keeping a distance, cautiously sizing him up.

  The opponent didn't move, Zong Yi also remained still, slowly repairing the soul power barrier. Feeling that it was still somewhat inadequate, he added another layer of soul power protection to himself, completely adopting a defensive stance, preparing for a war of attrition.

  Seeing Zong Yin's cautious appearance, his opponent also relaxed. What he feared the least was encountering a defensive-type Soul Master, even if it was a ninth-level Soul Master defending with all their might, he still had confidence in shattering his shell!

  With this understanding, he took a step forward with his foot and brought the green-patterned sword in his hand to slash towards Zong Yin.

  Zong Yin's heart was slightly tense, and the green flower pattern he knew was a soul-assisting technique that could make the weapon used more sharp. It seemed to be afraid that his own soul power barrier and soul power shield would not successfully block the opponent's attack, Zong Yin quickly formed two layers of soul power shields in front of him.

  Seeing this, the smile at the corner of his mouth grew even more, and the speed that was originally still reserved was once again increased, cutting towards Zong Yin's soul power barrier even faster.

  It was only when he slashed his knife at the two newly formed soul power barriers that these two soul power barriers were surprisingly broken through like paper, and then the knife clashed with the four soul power barriers behind, emitting a harsh friction sound.

  The doubts that had just risen in his mind were immediately put to rest, and he thought that the reason why the two newly formed barriers were so fragile was that Zong Yin didn't have time to reinforce them. The green-patterned machete cut through like a hot knife through butter, and the four-sided soul power barrier only slowed down part of his attack speed before being easily breached.

  When Zong Yin's last layer of soul force shield was also shattered in one blow, the opponent had already laughed heartily. In his view, Zong Yin no longer had any defensive means, and this knife would seal his defeat.

  Unfortunately, his smile had just appeared and was completely frozen on his face. A strong left hand firmly grasped the wrist of the hand holding the machete, making it impossible for him to launch another attack.

  "Gotcha! Die!"

  He had already realized that his opponent was not right, and subconsciously retreated backwards, but Zong Yin's wrist was freed, gritting his teeth, he had already guessed that he had been deceived, instead of retreating, he advanced forward, his left hand drew out another chopping knife from behind his waist, using all his strength to slash towards Zong Yin's neck.

  Alas, his reaction speed was still a bit slow. If he hadn't tried to retreat at the beginning, perhaps he would have succeeded, but now there's no chance. A huge boulder gradually enlarged in his field of vision, and although it was unclear how such a large rock suddenly appeared, the cleaver in his left hand instinctively met it head-on.

  "Clang!" The knife and rock sprayed out a string of sparks, he could even see the sharp blade had been knocked askew. Immediately afterwards, the rock smashed heavily into his face, several teeth spraying out from his mouth.

  Zong Yin, however, showed no mercy, his left hand tightly grasping the opponent's right hand, and with a rock-hard right arm, he ruthlessly pounded him several times before finally throwing the already unconscious opponent off the martial arts stage.

  Zong Yin was originally not so angry, but the opponent's attack really enraged him, and the opponent's chopping knife kept threatening his neck.

  Even if a Soul Master with a body strengthened countless times were to be struck by the sharp blade of an Assisting Soul Technique, they would likely lose their head. Let alone him, his previous opponent's outcome was terrifying. If it weren't for Zonghui's unexpected victory, he would probably already be a headless corpse. Zonghui sparing his life could even be considered merciful, after all, this was the first time he had ever killed someone.