Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1288

Chapter 1288: Chapter 669: Stop

"You, come up!"

The young man was Wang Yun, his face turned deathly pale, and his legs involuntarily started trembling.

"I... I..."

Gu Sheng walked over to Wang Yun and patted him.

"Go, if you can’t win, just surrender. No one will blame you."

"But... but..."

Wang Yun’s voice trembled, his eyes full of fear.

"No buts."

Gu Sheng lowered his voice.

"The Holy Land has a belly full of anger right now, someone has to let them vent. Don’t worry, surrendering is not shameful."

Wang Yun finally nodded with difficulty, dragging his heavy steps towards the arena.

Zhuang Feichen was already standing on the stage, arms crossed, eyes full of disdain.

"What are you dawdling about? Hurry up and come face your death!"

Wang Yun shivered all over, almost tripped on the steps, causing a burst of laughter from the Holy Land disciples below.

"Look, another ignorant fool!"

"Brother Zhuang, finish him in one move!"

"Let him know the consequences of offending the Holy Land!"

Wang Yun hung his head low, his hands clenched into fists, nails deeply embedded in his palms without him noticing the pain.

He stood trembling opposite Zhuang Feichen, without even the courage to look up and meet his eyes.

"Begin!"

The examiner gave the order.

Zhuang Feichen’s mouth curled into a cruel smile and suddenly unleashed his full momentum.

The violent spiritual power pressure rushed towards Wang Yun like a tsunami, and the air on the stage seemed to freeze.

"Pfft—"

Wang Yun seemed struck by lightning, spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back several steps, and nearly fell off the platform.

"Hahaha!"

Zhuang Feichen laughed heartily.

"I haven’t even made a move, and you’re already coughing up blood? Are all cultivators outside like this?"

The Holy Land disciples below burst into laughter, their previous depression swept away.

They needed this victory to save face, even if the opponent was a weakling with no ability to fight back.

Wang Yun barely managed to steady himself, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of despair.

He knew he couldn’t withstand even one blow from Zhuang Feichen, continuing would only bring further humiliation.

On the martial platform, Wang Yun slowly raised his right hand, palm outward, and made a standard gesture of surrender.

His movements were cautious, as if afraid to provoke the already prepared Zhuang Feichen.

"I surrender."

Wang Yun’s voice was not loud, but it clearly resonated across the entire arena.

Zhuang Feichen, who had already taken on an attacking stance with spiritual power surging around him, staggered upon hearing this, nearly suffering a backlash from his own power.

"What did you say?"

He widened his eyes, full of disbelief.

"Wang Yun surrenders, this match is over."

The examiner announced with a poker face, while walking quickly to Wang Yun’s side to check his condition.

"This is unreasonable!"

Zhuang Feichen roared, veins bulging on his forehead.

"He didn’t even make a move!"

The surrounding Holy Land disciples were also up in arms.

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