Villain Cultivator

Chapter 69 '“ Death Match (2)

"I'm curious, Nie Ping. What's the matter with you? Why do you want me dead so badly?"

Xu Miao was still relaxed. He didn't care if Nie Ping was gathering his forces in his warhammer and preparing to strike.

"Because you're trash!" Nie Ping sneered. As he had always been with Wei Feng, he always bullied the weak and respected the strong. In his eyes, Xu Miao didn't deserve to be called a young master of the great Xu Clan.

Nie Ping envied Xu Miao. He wanted the things Xu Miao had. Moreover, he didn't like how Xu Miao triumphed and obtained several good rewards from both Jia Shan and Xu Xiuying.

But now, Xu Miao's arms were still swelling, showing the sign of muscle or bone damage. Nie Ping wanted to capitalize on it and get rid of this young master so that he wouldn't have to pay for the gambling debt.

"Haiz. You're an idiot, Nie Ping. After you kill me, what are you going to do next? Do you think the silver phoenix sect will leave you alive?"

"Fool! The Xu Clan can't do shit! If they want me, they have to go through the Wei Clan first!"

Xu Miao glanced at Wei Feng and Wei Huang. Both of them rolled their eyes as if it was none of their business. Nie Ping just took everything for granted.

"You're the definition of a retard villain. I'm tired of talking to you."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A RETARD!? DIEEEEEEE!!"

Nie Ping raised his war hammer with both hands, planning to smash Xu Miao's head into a crushed watermelon. He charged directly at the former with the swing motion.

Xu Miao tilted his head and revealed a wry smile. His expression was written "Are you kidding me?" as he found Nie Ping's movement amusing. The latter's action was the same as a telegraphed punch, telling his opponent where he would strike.

*Piki* *Piki*

Two small ice needles appeared on Xu Miao's fingers. He flickered them, shooting them toward Nie Ping's eyes.

Seeing the oncoming small objects, Nie Ping didn't dodge. He gathered his yang qi and created a protection aura around himself.

The yang aura melted the ice needles with ease. The attack was ineffective.

Nie Ping managed to get into the striking range. He swung his hammer down.

*WHOOSH*

The war hammer slammed onto the arena stage.

Xu Miao easily sidestepped to the left and avoided the attack. He reached out his right hand and seizing Nie Ping's neck.

Energy Drain!

It was a waste to kill his opponent right away. Xu Miao took his time and absorbed Nie Ping's qi.

<<Ding>>

<<You have stolen 147 strands of Yang Qi.>>

<<You have stolen 142 strands of Yang Qi.>>

<<You have stolen 141 strands of Yang Qi.>>

Unlike when Xu Miao was dealing with Yu Lin and his bodyguards, he didn't let his hand go. Nie Ping's yang qi in his dantian kept flowing into Xu Miao's body.

Meanwhile, Nie Ping's body shuddered as if he was being electrocuted. He tried to raise his hammer and counterattack.

But

*POEK*

Xu Miao's left hand grabbed Nie Ping's collar cloth. The right leg also knocked the back of Nie Ping's legs, throwing him off balance.

Just like that, Nie Ping was thrown on the ground while Xu Miao's right hand was still squeezing his neck. Nie Ping's qi continued to leave his body.

Unfamiliar with ground battles, Nie Ping tried to get back on his feet. Unfortunately, his opponent was an ex-MMA champion. Xu Miao's torso pressed on top of Nie Ping's belly while his right hand pressed his victim's neck on the floor. It was an MMA full-guard ground move, but it prevented Nie Ping from lifting his upper body or getting back on his feet.

Nie Ping wanted to stand or sit up, but the bodyweight of Xu Miao pinned him down on the ground. He didn't know what to do.

"LET ME GO, YOU FUCK!!"

Nie Ping still had the warhammer in his right hand. He tried to swing it and hit Xu Miao's head out of desperation.

But a common kunai suddenly ejected from Xu Miao's rainbow spatial ring. His left hand grabbed its handle and plunged it down, stabbing Nie Ping's right arm, pinning it on the ground.

"!!!"

The pain stunned Nie Ping. His war hammer dropped from his right hand as he lost the gripping strength.

"I heard from my elders. Did you try to touch my colleague?"

Xu Miao revealed his dark crescent smile while he twisted the kunai in Nie Ping's flesh.

Having his bicep and triceps muscle penetrated and skewered was a torturous experience. Nie Ping could only scream in helplessness.

Xu Miao leisurely completed a mounting stance on top of Nie Ping. Then, he let go of his kunai and placed his left hand on Nie Ping's chest.

The absorption rate of the energy drain got 10 times faster after Xu Miao's hand got closer to his victim's heart or dantian. The red aura of yang qi flowed upward and became visible to the audience.

Within two minutes, Nie Ping ran out of qi.

Xu Miao snorted. He only absorbed 3,000 strands of yang qi, which was only useful for one or two big skills. In his eyes, they were as good as having none.

Since Nie Ping was no longer useful, Xu Miao disabled his body strengthening skill and started punching.

Torture time!

"GG, retard."

'¦

After five minutes of punching and crushing Nie Ping's front skull with fists, Nie Ping died by a severe concussion. His skull cracked and his brain swelled because of the internal bleeding.

Yet, Xu Miao didn't stop punching. He found pleasure in punching the assuming dead body as if he wanted to resurrect the dead so that Nie Ping could suffer more.

The crowd cheered for Xu Miao at first. But after seeing his sadistic nature, they were disgusted. The spectators booed and called Jian Meng to stop the match since Xu Miao didn't fight like cultivators.

"Xu Miao, you savage!"

"You're supposed to fight like cultivators! You're are nothing but a third-rate thug!"

"GO HOME!!"

The spectators were merciless with their words. They became fearless when several of them began booing. However, some smart spectators didn't say anything as they kept a distance from the noisy crowd.

These people forgot that Xu Miao had strong backers, and they were ruthless.

Xu Xiuying and Qi Hong glared at the noisy audience and suppressed them with their aura. The dual-cultivators activated their yin essence and attacked the rude crowd.

*PU* *PU* *PU*

Those who had jeered and mocked Xu Miao suddenly had a hole in their chests. Their heart got frozen and exploded from the inside.

In an instant, all disrespectful spectators died. Only bystanders who observed the fight in silence remained.

The crowd shuddered in fear, but they were glad that they didn't join the bandwagon and offended the Xu Clan.

"Anyone else wants to bad-mouth my son?"

Nobody dared to speak. No one in the crowd was strong enough to contend against two masters.

This was the law of this cultivation world. Only the strong could criticism or kill others without a consequence while the weaker cultivators couldn't do anything against them.

"No, senior. Your son's talent is magnificent, worthy of carrying the Xu bloodline!"

"That's right. He's handsome. He's strong despite his current cultivation. His future is limitless!"

Bootlickers surfaced. They threw away their pride and dignity to praise Xu Miao, hoping to get on Xu Xiuying's good side.

Seeing that nobody treated Xu Miao as a pushover, Xu Xiuying and Qi Hong snorted and returned to their posts.

The killing was unjust and unnecessary, but nobody could blame the Xu Clan and the silver phoenix sect for the incident. They held the power, and the power was the laws.

'¦

After Xu Miao had his fill punching Nie Ping until the latter's skull was crushed and the brain was grounded into a squishy paste, Xu Miao stopped and took a deep breath.

Jian Meng only gazed at Xu Miao in solemn and glanced at the dead body. Then, he concluded the deathmatch, "Winner, Xu Miao."

No applaud or cheer came from the crowd to celebrate Xu Miao's victory. They only looked at him with fright, intimidated, and wary eyes. Everyone swore to their heart that they would never offend the Xu Clan or Xu Miao in their lifetime.

Xu Miao noticed that. He leered at the crowd and grinned.

'This is a perk of joining a villain clan. When I have strong backers, everything is solved easily. The only real downside of joining the Xu Clan is Xu Xiuying and her elders. If I can protect myself against Xu Xiuying's brainwashing techniques, I can continue taking shelter here for the time being. But once Xu Xiuying is dead or I manage to brainwash her, all quests and my life should be a lot simpler.'

As Xu Miao was leaving the stage and returning to his VIP seat, he didn't forget to check Xie Tian's expression.

Xie Tian's deep frown was visible from far away. As Xu Miao had expected, this protagonist disapproved of Xu Xiuying's action, but he didn't have enough strength to contest her. However, Xu Miao couldn't ascertain if Xie Tian approved of what he did or not.

'Good. You should hate her, but you're not supposed to hate me. I only defended myself, you moron.'

That day, Xu Miao established his fame and reputation in the cultivation world as a young master of the villainous Xu clan.

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Xie Tian looked at Xu Miao and Xu Xiuying with a deep frown. He didn't like how Xu Xiuying killed the rude spectators because they mocked her son. Yet, he couldn't blame Xu Miao for what he did because Nie Ping deserved to die.

'Brother Xu. You're living in a tough environment. I hope you don't lose your way in the future'¦'

Xie Tian owed Xu Miao a big favor. He couldn't even think of harming his benefactor.

"Xie Tian and Wei Feng, get on the stage! You two will fight in a deathmatch as you wish!"

Hearing Jian Meng's summon, Xie Tian leaped onto the stage.