…
Dong Qitian glanced at Yun Yang, then at Shi Wuchen, Shi Bujia, and Kong Luoyue, especially at the trio's undisguised ferocity. He smacked his lips and grinned. "Not bad. You kids have a good foundation. Although Young Yun's is the best, the three of you aren't bad either. You're all top-notch materials. It's worth my effort to be the chief instructor this time. "
Shi Wuchen and the other two wore a fake smile on their faces. When they heard that, they hugged their chests and scoffed coldly. "If you want to be our chief instructor, you can't just rely on your glib tongue. If you want to manipulate us, you'll have to have some real ability. What's the point of boasting and bragging? That's something only any Tom, Dick, and Harry can do."
Dong Qitian was taken aback. He smiled meaningfully and said with interest, "Looks like I'll have to convince all of you before I officially train you. Come at me, all four of you. I'll let you witness the chief instructor's level and let you know how high the sky is and how high I am! "
Yun Yang shook his head like a rattle drum. "No, no, no. I don't need to witness it. I've long been convinced by the chief instructor."
Yun Yang was not a fool. Why would he jump into such an obvious trap?
Everything else aside, Dong Qitian's current performance was at least at the level of a Supreme Saint. What was Yun Yang? A newly ascended Saint? The difference between the two was already like the difference of a hundred and eight thousand miles. Still …
Dong Qitian could probably blow him away with just a puff of air …
Go and look for trouble? That would be looking for trouble, discomfort, and psychological trauma. Was that what a wise man should do?
Shi Wuchen looked at Yun Yang suspiciously. Based on his understanding of Yun Yang, he instinctively felt that something was wrong.
Yun Yang said with a straight face, "Senior Dong, these three are the founders of the Residence of Nine Supremes. Their cultivation base is by no means mediocre. Senior Dong, although you're a senior expert, I advise you to take it easy."
Dong Qitian nodded. "I understand. It's been a long time since I've met an expert. I'll treat this seriously this time, very seriously."
Shi Wuchen and the other two burst out in laughter. One was guffawing, one was howling, and the last one was sneering. He asked in a reserved manner, "Are you sure you want to fight one against three?"
Dong Qitian blinked. "The chief instructor has to look like a chief instructor …"
"Go!"
Shi Wuchen unsheathed his sword and narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me, Chief Instructor!"
His figure was tall and straight, and his gaze was as sharp as a sword.
Shi Bujia held a long whip in his hand that shone with a golden light. He took a few steps back and smiled with his hands behind his back. "Be careful, Chief Instructor."
Kong Luoyue held an oddly-shaped weapon in each of his hands that gleamed coldly like a sharp awl. He smiled and said, "Chief Instructor, these weapons of mine belong to the Occult Sect. Please be more careful …"
Dong Qitian nodded slowly. "Sure, sure."
With a whistle, the three of them simultaneously launched an attack from three different directions!
Dong Qitian's expression was calm as usual. He did not dodge or evade, quietly waiting for the trio's attack to reach him.
Then, with a boom, he fiercely attacked!
Clang!
Shi Wuchen felt an immense force hit his sword. He could no longer hold it, and the sword slipped out of his hand. The pretentious expression on his face was still there, but his body had already soared into the air. The moment he flew, he coincidentally saw a whip in Dong Qitian's hand — it was Shi Bujia's. Shi Bujia, on the other hand, seemed to be flying right behind him, only a hair's breadth away.
Shi Wuchen looked over in disbelief, only to see Dong Qitian casually tossing the whip on the ground like a dead snake. His hand was not empty, his eyes gleaming coldly. It was the 'Occult Sect Weapon' that Kong Luoyue had introduced earlier. Kong Luoyue followed in Shi Wuchen's and Shi Bujia's footsteps, flying out from behind Dong Qitian.
The three of them in the air did not slow down, and they still had the time to look at each other, dumbfounded and disbelief written all over their faces. There was also disbelief!
Yes, besides dumbfounded and disbelief, there was also disbelief.
This … seemed like …
What was going on?
Why did it suddenly …
How could such a thing happen? It was happening in real life. It was simply too absurd, too preposterous, wasn't it?
In the next moment, Dong Qitian turned into an evil ghost with a thousand limbs and feet, following closely behind them and unleashing a series of powerful blows that rained down on the trio like a thunderstorm.
"Do you yield, do you yield, do you yield, do you yield, do you yield, do you yield, do you yield, do you yield …"
Duang Duang Duang Duang …
The sound of fists hitting flesh continuously rang out incessantly and incessantly.
The three of them had been flying in the air for more than an hour without falling. Dong Qitian had been beating them up like sandbags for an hour. The three of them did not even have the time to fall to the ground, let alone counterattack or dodge the attacks. They could only be beaten up by Dong Qitian.
Time was up!
Dong Qitian moved like a phantom and landed quietly on the ground. He stood proudly with his arms behind his back and said coldly, "From tonight onward, whoever dares to slack off will be punished tenfold or a hundredfold according to today's punishment. You're welcome to offend them!"
Before his words echoed in the air, he had already vanished without a trace.
A moment later, the three of them fell to the ground with three loud thuds, unable to get up for a long time.
Yun Yang stared at them suspiciously, almost bursting into laughter upon closer inspection.
The three of them looked more than twice their original size, from head to toe.
The three of them, who had been thin and elegant, had lost all their poise and mannerisms. Yun Yang felt like he was looking at Qian Duoduo's three brothers!
Simply describing the trio's condition as bruised and swollen could no longer describe their condition. Every part of their bodies was swollen from head to toe! Yet, the swelling was subtle and strangely symmetrical, not at all an eyesore!
It was like a fermenting steamed bun that was slowly expanding outwards.
The three of them, who seemed to have been completely beaten up, wanted to cry but had no tears. They lay sprawled on the ground, looking at Yun Yang as if they had nothing left to live for.
"Boss … you're too much … The chief instructor is so sharp … You could've told us earlier … You should've told us earlier …"
Shi Wuchen's expression was full of resentment, but Yun Yang ignored it. After all, a certain someone's face was different from usual. It would be strange if Yun Yang could tell.
At this point, the three of them knew that this was all part of Yun Yang's plan, a huge trap.
He clearly knew the extent of this chief instructor's ability, but not only did he reveal it, he had even lured the three of them to challenge him …
Looking at their muscles that were so swollen that they were almost transparent, even their scalps were swollen … The three of them wanted to cry but had no tears.
How could there be such a con man in this world? Where was the so-called true love in this world?
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