Outstanding Acting? Zhao Gongming Enters the Fray
The crowd gasped; in a single exchange, the Green Lion had sent his opponent flying.
This is Tai Yi they expected.
Shouldn't the Green Lion have been knocked away and then pretended to be defeated?
Are they just putting on an act first?
Both the Human Race and the Heavenly Court thought the same way, especially the Jie Sect Disciple, who couldn't help but laugh.
"Heh, these two guys are really going all out with their act, they've actually started putting on a show."
"They've really gone to great lengths for our victory."
"These two senior brothers are truly outstanding members of our sect, dedicated and exemplary to their work, serving as role models for us all."
The immortals pointed and chatted, completely captivated by the two actors' performances.
He could have won, but he chose to pretend.
Long-Eared Fixed-Light Immortal, the person involved, was somewhat stunned. He was struck by the punch, causing his blood to boil and resulting in direct injury, with blood splattering three thousand feet.
At this moment, he was completely confused and full of questions.
"This isn't right. Did the Green Lion not understand what I meant?"
Or is it that you want to make the performance more realistic?
There's absolutely no need for that.
Long-Eared Fixed-Light Immortal felt that if they continued acting like this, even if they won, they would be half-dead and have no manners whatsoever, which was not what he wanted.
"Heh, not bad, you have some skill."
Immediately, the Long-Eared Fixed-Light Immortal turned a corner and flew back, standing proudly in the void, coldly staring at its opponent.
Then, without making a sound, he gave a meaningful look, a blatant hint.
Upon seeing this, the Green Lion's heart stirred, and a look of sudden understanding flashed in his eyes.
"Does this mean I have to go all out?"
"My junior brother Long-Eared Fixed-Light Immortal, went to great lengths and risked everything to help me infiltrate the Human Race."
Indeed, in the eyes of the Green Lion, Long-Eared Fixed-Light Immortal's actions were simply a suicide mission, deliberately trying to lose to him so that the Human Race would trust him.
They completely infiltrated the Human Race.
That must be it.
As for why he wanted to infiltrate the Human Race, what his purpose was, and what the significance was, the Green Lion didn't think much about it; all he had to do was infiltrate.
At this moment, he had become a demon, with only one thing on his mind: to infiltrate the Human Race and become the core leader.
With that thought, the Green Lion gave a subtle look, almost like giving an OK sign, meaning he understood.
Long-Eared Fixed-Light Immortal nodded slightly, feeling much more at ease. His expression became even more arrogant, and then he let out a long roar, unleashing his full power to strike the Green Lion.
"Good timing!"
The Green Lion roared, meeting the attack head-on, and mobilized all its power to unleash a devastating blow that shattered the void, cleaving everything in its path.
The terrifying magical power surged forth like a torrent, erupting like a thousand volcanoes, shaking the heavens and the earth.
Long-Eared Fixed-Light Immortal's expression changed, and he blurted out, "Hey! This isn't right..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was drowned out. The blue lion statue Qiankun on its feet, trampling the Long-Eared Fixed-Light Immortal under its feet with a powerful stomp.
In an instant, the Long-Eared Immortal Dingguang, who had been lively and swaggering just moments before, was trampled into a pile of minced meat.
"I'm so sorry, junior brother, you've suffered so much."
The Green Lion silently chanted in his heart, remaining outwardly unmoved. With a series of actions, he directly blasted the Long-Eared Fixed-Light Immortal to pieces, leaving only his primordial spirit to escape.
Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at the scene.
Is the Long-Eared Fixed-Light Immortal gone?
Everything was fine just a moment ago!
This result was completely unexpected by everyone, both the Heavenly Court and the Human Race.
Only a small number of people were unaffected.
"Haha! We've won the first battle!" Manshan Clan burst into laughter, breaking the silence.
As he spoke, he glanced at Baize and thought to himself, "As expected of Spirit of Auspiciousness, it's incredibly powerful."
Baize lightly waved his feather fan, remaining calm and composed, showing no surprise. His expression remained serene and aloof.
Jimeng, standing to the side, was no different; he was already used to it. After all these years of getting along, he understood Baize all too well.
Those words just now already showed that the Human Race would not lose, but he didn't quite understand why.
The immortals of the Interception Sect looked at each other, their faces turning ashen, green, and red with rage, as if they had eaten excrement, a riot of colors, extremely unsightly.
They're still in shock. They were supposed to be acting, so how did they almost die in the process?
What's going on?
The Green Lion is a member of their Interception Sect, so why did he beat up the Long-Eared Fixed-Light Immortal? Is this an act of betrayal against the Interception Sect?
For a moment, the immortals were filled with questions, feeling that this matter was far too complicated.
As for the defeat of the Interception Sect, the Chan Sect, which had long disliked them, had something to say.
Daoist Cihang stroked his mustache with one hand and spoke with a mocking smile:
"Hmph! What a mess your Interception Sect! You've wasted a chance for nothing. With this level of skill, you dare to challenge us? And you even claim you're confident of victory? I think you're Human Race a sure win."
"If I'm not mistaken, that Human Race man with the disheveled head is from your Interception Sect. What does this mean? You're helping the Human Race win from within, and now you're planning to submit to the Human Race before the battle is even over?"
They could naturally see through the Green Lion's identity and initially thought it was a spy planted by the Interception Sect among the Human Race, openly helping them secure their first victory.
As a result, they were defeated instead, losing the first round in a completely bewildering way.
If this were just a matter concerning the Interception Sect, he wouldn't say anything, but it's a matter of great importance, involving even the Chan Sect, and the consequences of losing would be unimaginable.
"Nonsense! Utter nonsense! Your Chan Sect lost three matches first, and now you're blaming us?"
Even if we lose this game, it will only be three games we've lost, which is the same as yours.
The Interception Sect was not to be trifled with either; an immortal immediately spoke up to refute them, presenting a reasoned and factual argument.
"Utterly shameless! The previous matches were just warm-ups and don't count at all. Now that the oath of the Great Dao has been made, are you playing with our future?"
Randeng furious, shouting questions with unprecedented confidence.
The two sides argued, and it seemed they were about to come to blows.
Seeing this, Yaochi's eyes flashed with a cold smile. Only when she felt it was about time did she slowly speak.
"Gentlemen, now is not the time to argue. We absolutely cannot afford to lose again."
She spoke with a serious expression, expressing her concern.
Just then, Zhao Gongming shook his head slightly, stepped forward, and said in a deep voice, "Let me take the stage next; victory is assured."
Upon hearing this, all the immortals looked at him, and surprisingly, none of them spoke.
Even the Chan Sect had no objections. They could sense Zhao Gongming's power, Randeng even gave Zhao Gongming a deep look, feeling that this person's strength was not much less than his own.
Yaochi nodded emphatically, said nothing more, and granted Zhao Gongming's request to fight.
The next moment, Zhao Gongming stepped out of the air and landed on Mount Shouyang. Instantly, a tremendous pressure caused the Human Race powerhouses to frown.
They could all sense that the newcomer was very strong!
"Who will fight me?" Zhao Gongming said coldly, his Daoist robe billowing without wind, exuding a powerful aura.