The One Eating Shit Is More Vile Than the One Shitting

Mo Yunfei was startled to see that the person standing behind him was none other than Lin Changkong, whom he and Zhang Qingyun had just been discussing.

Lin Changkong wore a smile. Forget broken legs—he showed no signs of injury whatsoever, not even a trace of having fought.

He had actually entered the fighting arena long ago, but instead of using the main gate, he had climbed over the wall. Mo Yunfei and Zhang Qingyun had kept their eyes fixed on the entrance, thinking he had not arrived.

Mo Yunfei's eyes widened in disbelief.

Zhang Qingyun's mouth fell so wide open that an entire duck egg could have fit inside.

"Lin Changkong, y-you... why are you here? Shouldn't you be..."

Slap!

Before Zhang Qingyun could finish, Lin Changkong backhanded him across the face, cutting him off.

"Did I allow you to speak?"

Zhang Qingyun covered his face and did not dare retort.

Slap!

But the moment he shut his mouth, Lin Changkong slapped him again.

"I hate people who leave their sentences unfinished."

Zhang Qingyun's face twitched violently. "I..."

Slap!

"Since you weren't talking just now, what are you talking for now? Did I allow you to speak?"

Zhang Qingyun clutched his face, his eyes trembling. He was so furious he nearly cried.

If you want to hit me, just say so. Why are you finding so many excuses?

Lin Changkong turned to Mo Yunfei. "If I heard correctly, you said that if I came, you'd eat shit, right?

"Now that I'm here, answer me. Do you want it cold or hot?"

Mo Yunfei's face twitched hard, and his expression immediately turned ashen.

No matter how hard he thought, he could not understand how Lin Changkong had appeared here. Had Li Yishan gone to the wrong place, or had he missed Lin Changkong?

How the hell does that idiot get anything done?

"I'm asking you. Didn't you say you were going to eat shit? Are you eating it cold or hot?"

Lin Changkong stared straight at Mo Yunfei, looking utterly serious.

Mo Yunfei's fury flared up at once. With a cold snort, he said, "Lin Changkong, who the hell do you think you are, daring to speak to me so disrespectfully?"

Lin Changkong said, "Didn't you say that if I came, you'd eat shit? How does that make me disrespectful?

"I get it. You're too embarrassed to say it, aren't you? Fine, I'll reluctantly speak up for you."

Mo Yunfei's expression changed drastically. Before he could stop him, Lin Changkong had already raised his voice and shouted.

"Mo Yunfei said that if I came to compete, he'd eat shit! Now that I'm here, let's invite Mo Yunfei to give everyone a performance of eating shit!

"Everyone, give him a round of applause!"

After saying that, he took the lead in clapping. The surrounding crowd turned at the sound, every one of them wearing an incredulous expression.

Even Zhang Shanhe, who was presiding over the matches, had a particularly colorful look in his eyes as he watched the scene like it was a spectacle.

Mo Yunfei's face twitched fiercely. His lips trembled with rage, and he nearly exploded on the spot.

"Lin Changkong, don't spout nonsense and twist right and wrong!"

Lin Changkong said, "I'm only satisfying your special fetish. How is that twisting right and wrong? Though I really didn't expect you to have such a hobby.

"How should I put it? It's just... really bizarre."

Mo Yunfei was so furious that his face looked ready to split apart. His anger erupted as he pointed at Lin Changkong and roared, "Don't go too far!"

Lin Changkong smiled. "Look at this guy. The one eating shit is more vile than the one shitting."

"You!"

Even the finger Mo Yunfei pointed at Lin Changkong with began to tremble. His face turned the color of pig liver, hideous beyond measure.

"You're courting death!"

Mo Yunfei was beside himself with rage. He clenched his fist and was about to attack.

"Stop!"

Zhang Shanhe's imposing voice suddenly rang out, cutting off Mo Yunfei's movement.

"The advancement matches are about to begin. Private fighting is forbidden here. Whatever grievances you have can be settled after the competition. Of course, if you happen to meet in the arena, do as you please."

Mo Yunfei could only force down his anger and withdraw his fist, glaring at Lin Changkong.

"You'd better pray that you won't be matched against me in the arena. Otherwise, I'll make you regret ever coming into this world."

Lin Changkong merely smiled faintly, carrying his blade over to an empty spot and sitting down.

Zhang Shanhe glanced at Lin Changkong, an intrigued smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

This guy is actually pretty interesting. Given the chance, I'd like to watch him fight Mo Yunfei. I don't believe he'd say something like that to Mo Yunfei without any confidence.

Thinking this, Zhang Shanhe found himself looking forward to the advancement matches.

Whether the two of them would end up together, however, depended on luck.

The advancement matches would also be decided by random drawing. There would be two rounds, and after those two rounds, only ten people would remain. Those ten would be able to enter the Outer Sect.

"Now, we will verify the contestants."

Zhang Shanhe called out and began reading the list of participants for the advancement matches, confirming whether everyone had arrived.

"Li Yishan."

Li Yishan's name was soon called, but no one answered. Zhang Shanhe called several more times, yet still received no response.

He frowned and swept his gaze through the crowd before saying, "Li Yishan failed to enter on time and is deemed to have forfeited automatically. Substitute Li Ling will take his place."

"Now, the official drawing for the matches begins. First match: Wang Yue versus Li Yuan."

As Zhang Shanhe's voice fell, two figures stepped onto the fighting stage, and the match began.

Mo Yunfei's expression became extremely ugly. Why had Li Yishan not come? Even if he had missed Lin Changkong, he would never have given up the advancement matches.

He turned to Lin Changkong beside him, his face twisted with malice. "Lin Changkong, what did you do to Li Yishan?"

Lin Changkong chuckled but said nothing.

Mo Yunfei flew into a rage. "I'm asking you a question!"

Lin Changkong looked at him as though he were an idiot. "Who the hell are you? Just because you ask me, I have to answer?"

Mo Yunfei's hands trembled slightly with rage.

"Fine, Lin Changkong. You don't have to tell me. Once the competition is over, I'll personally teach you how to behave."

Lin Changkong said, "Then I refuse to wait until it's over. I'll tell you now. I stabbed Li Yishan and beat him into a concussion, so he couldn't come.

"Su Qingqing was with him. I stabbed her too, and she cried out very sweetly when I did."

When Lin Changkong mentioned Su Qingqing, he deliberately shot Zhang Qingyun a meaningful look.

Zhang Qingyun immediately trembled with fury, but he did not dare fight Lin Changkong. He could only breathe heavily through his nostrils.

He was not even sure which meaning of "stabbed" Lin Changkong meant.

"Fine, Lin Changkong, you've got guts!"

"You'd better pray that you won't meet me in the arena. Otherwise, I'll make you understand just how vast the difference between you and me truly is!"

Mo Yunfei gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulging with fury.

"Next match—"

Zhang Shanhe's deep, powerful voice rang out again. He drew out two paper balls and opened them one by one. When he saw the two names, a smile curled onto his lips.

"Lin Changkong versus Mo Yunfei!"