Chapter 286: Chapter 67: Thrilling Chicken Dinner Experience Part 2
"I found Healing Medicine, that’s great," Chen Jiuge said happily, picking up a white Healing Medicine.
The painkiller only worked for half an hour. Once it wore off, you wouldn’t die, but the pain was indeed real.
He swallowed a small pill. The wound on his shoulder healed instantly, and even the bullet lodged in the bone was pushed out.
Just as Chen Jiuge and his companions were having a smooth journey, other competitors weren’t so lucky.
Jin Xiao and Li Yao, each carrying a submachine gun and wearing a bulletproof helmet, carefully crawled on the ground.
"Senior Brother, isn’t this a bit unseemly?" Jin Xiao said, feeling uncomfortable.
Li Yao chuckled and asked, "How does Junior Brother want to proceed then?"
Recalling how his two teammates had been blown sky-high by landmines buried in the grass as they walked, Jin Xiao vividly remembered the shock of his previously laughing and chatting junior sister suddenly being reduced to just a hand falling into his arms. He ultimately lowered his head in disappointment.
"Don’t worry, Junior Brother. Your image was pretty much ruined already. If anyone’s going to lose face, it’ll be me, your Senior Brother. It’s fine," Li Yao consoled him.
Hearing this, Jin Xiao’s face darkened even further. Could you please not remind me of such things?
Da Bai, who fancied himself a Vanguard, also participated in this competition because the top ten finishers would receive generous rewards.
After a great deal of persuasion, Da Bai finally convinced Silver King, Yue Li, and Qi Daoyuan—the Three Beasts—to form a team and compete.
Carrying a rocket launcher, Da Bai boasted, "Haven’t we already eliminated three teams?"
Qi Daoyuan, carefully maintaining his Barrett, corrected, "It’s four teams."
"This game is too easy! It looks like first place is ours for the taking this time," Da Bai laughed arrogantly.
Silver King felt Da Bai’s attitude was inappropriate and advised, "This is a league with other Sects; we still need to be careful."
"Huh, what’s this?" Yue Li asked, returning with something pitch-black in his arms.
Qi Daoyuan glanced at it, spun on his heel, and yelled, "Run, it’s C4!"
Yue Li, totally confused, watched the Three Beasts sprint away and shouted, "Why are you running?"
He then followed them, scaring Da Bai so much his heart nearly stopped. Da Bai yelled, "Idiot, that’s a bomb! Throw it away!"
Hearing this, Yue Li froze for a moment, then swung his arm a few times and quickly threw the bomb.
Jin Xiao and Li Yao, who were crawling through the grass, suddenly saw something pitch-black fall from the sky between them.
"What’s this?" Jin Xiao asked curiously as he rolled over.
Seeing the countdown showing "three" on its other side, Li Yao said with a hint of despair, "Who the hell threw a bomb? Have you no common decency?!"
BANG!
A scorched Third Level helmet flew through the air and landed at Yue Li’s feet. Qi Daoyuan said hesitantly, "Did we just eliminate another team?"
Da Bai nodded confidently and declared, "Under the brilliant and mighty leadership of Da Bai, isn’t that obvious?"
"Go to hell!" Qi Daoyuan and Silver King cursed the shameless creature in unison.
「In the Spectator Stands Outside the Arena」
You Yi happened to witness the scene and chuckled, "Those two are really unlucky."
Not far away, Fu Shanhe and Shu Yiming heard this, and their faces immediately darkened. Their Disciples were so disappointing! How long had it even been, and they were already out?
Jun Linseng laughed and addressed You Yi, "Elder You, when is your Sect Leader arriving?"
You Yi replied with a strange expression, "Sect Leader Jun seems very interested in our Sect Leader."
"This is the first joint league between our two Sects, isn’t it?" Jun Linseng offered an excuse.
"Oh, I see. Perhaps Sect Leader Jun will be disappointed. Our Sect Leader is particularly fond of battle royale games, so he had the Supreme Elder seal his Cultivation and formed a team with his Disciples to join the competition. Look, they’re right here," You Yi said, pulling up an image.
Is that even possible? Jun Linseng was dumbfounded. What a missed opportunity! Why didn’t I think to ask sooner? A colossal loss!
「On the Screen」
Feng Mengmeng, her face covered in soot, watched her Master wielding a Gatling gun and mowing everything down. She yelled, "Master, stop sweeping! If you continue, we’ll all be dead!"
"There are still people alive? Then that’s all the more reason to keep going," You Ruo said with a crazed laugh.
"There are no enemies left! Eldest Senior Brother and Second Senior Sister were both mowed down by you, Master! If you keep sweeping, I, your disciple, will be gone too!" Feng Mengmeng cried out.
"Huh, is that so? I was wondering how some weaklings could have eliminated my Disciples. Turns out it was my doing. Well, never mind then," You Ruo said with sudden realization, leaning on the Gatling gun with one hand and holding a cigarette in the other.
Feng Mengmeng felt her initial suggestion had been a terrible decision. Never mind that the marble competition has changed beyond recognition. What’s more terrifying is that Master actually sealed her own Cultivation to participate! And if that wasn’t enough, the crucial point is that Master is *really* killing her own people! Eldest Senior Brother and Second Senior Sister have already fallen victim to her... I’m probably next.
"Little Mengmeng, let’s go. There’s a noise over there; there are probably people. Let’s go ’purify’ them," You Ruo said, picking up another Gatling gun from the ground and tossing it to Feng Mengmeng.
THUD!
You Ruo frowned at Feng Mengmeng, who was pinned to the ground by the Gatling gun, and said, "Little Mengmeng, what’s wrong with you? Can’t you even lift a toy?"
"Master, we’re just normal people right now! Unlike you, I wasn’t born with Innate Divine Strength!" Feng Mengmeng said in despair.
To clarify, although Cultivators were turned into ordinary people for the competition, their innate abilities did not disappear.
"What Innate Divine Strength? I have natural beauty. As for my physical strength, it’s just a tad above average. After all, beauty needs strength for protection," You Ruo said discontentedly.
"So, Master, can you rescue me first?" If I get crushed to death by a gun, I’ll truly become a laughingstock, Feng Mengmeng thought.
"Useless. Get me the bullets," You Ruo said disdainfully.
With a Gatling gun in each hand, You Ruo burst onto the battlefield like a Heavenly God, both massive guns constantly spewing blue light.
A moment later, the scene fell quiet. You Ruo blew on the still-steaming gun barrels and mused, "Indeed, the world needs my purification."
"Little Mengmeng, let’s go. Onto the next one."
Feng Mengmeng carried a huge pile of bullets with a bitter expression. This competition is utterly pointless, she thought.
"Eldest Senior Brother, I don’t think we necessarily need to use rocket launchers to clear the way all the time," Chen Jiuge reminded him.
"I think Junior Chen is right," Die Luowu and Wen Ruo said, nodding in agreement.
Wudao Tian looked at the three before him with a grave expression. "This is war! We must strike without holding back. If we can’t eliminate the enemy instantly with our guns, we can easily get hurt, or even suffer casualties!"
"But, Eldest Senior Brother, the one you just blew up seemed to be Brother Zhu from Vermilion Bird Peak," Chen Jiuge sighed.
"AHEM, AHEM. Well, he’s not dead yet, is he?" Wudao Tian said, a bit embarrassed.
Chen Jiuge looked down at his feet to see a blue marble person with only one hand left. Above its head floated the large words "Vermilion Bird Team, Zhu Yinghuang."
"Junior Brother, just give me a quick end. My sister and the others are still in the fight, so it won’t matter much if I’m gone," Zhu Yinghuang pleaded, his remaining hand clutching tightly onto Chen Jiuge’s calf.
"No!" Wudao Tian said righteously. "As a man, how can you back down? Just find some Healing Medicine, and your limbs can grow back. You’ll be able to fight again!"
Tears streamed down Zhu Yinghuang’s face as he cried, "But it hurts so much!"
"You’re a man!" Wudao Tian encouraged.
Sometimes, you just have to admire Eldest Senior Brother. With just a few words, Zhu Yinghuang was already reinvigorated, his eyes blazing with the desire to fight. Chen Jiuge thought.
He then mused, Actually, Cultivators are also afraid of pain, especially those from prominent families who’ve never experienced any real hardship growing up. They’ve truly never suffered. An Immortal, crying from the pain of severed limbs... it just doesn’t fit the image. Aren’t Immortals and protagonists in novels usually depicted as tough individuals who can regenerate a severed hand or even an entire body from a drop of blood without batting an eye? Indeed, the style of the Heavenly Realm is just different.