"Song Qing, you should know what you're doing. If your head isn't rusty, please don't do anything stupid!"
Among the nine core disciples, a cultivator in blue robes, who was about 20 years old, said, "The Water Moon Pond only has a total of ten spots. If you want to protect Ning Yue, then we can only apologize to you."
The martial artist who spoke was He Hui, ranked eighth among the core disciples of the Water Moon League.
Initially, He Hui had always been respectful when he met Song Qing and did not dare to be too arrogant.
After all, Song Qing was ranked third among the core disciples.
But now, with the support of the other core disciples, He Hui was much more confident.
He looked at Song Qing coldly and said sinisterly, "We'll give you five minutes to think. After five minutes, we'll decide whether you or Ning Yue will be eliminated."
After saying that, He Hui crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at Ning Yue with interest.
He Hui did not know much about Ning Yue.
He only knew that Ning Yue defeated the God Exterminating Evil Lord of the God Exterminating Sect and gained the upper hand against Su Ming of the God Exterminating Alliance.
Rumors.
Ning Yue was very strong.
However, as the saying goes, seeing is believing.
He Hui did not think that Ning Yue was very strong.
After all, Ning Yue's cultivation was only at the late-stage Ancestral Immortal Realm.
Song Qing's eyes flickered when he heard He Hui's words. No one knew what he was thinking.
Song Qing's decision to help Ning Yue was not a spur of the moment decision but after careful consideration.
The other core disciples did not see it, but he saw it clearly.
Even though Su Ming used Blood Devouring Body, he was still defeated by Ning Yue.
A moment later.
Song Qing took a step forward and said coldly, "The ten spots to enter the Water Moon Pool are easy to determine. Whoever is last will be eliminated!"
Swoosh!
Instantly, the expressions of the core disciples changed.
The core disciples who changed their expressions were ranked at the bottom.
If it was really like what Song Qing said, they would be the ones with the highest chances of being eliminated through a martial arts competition.
Whoosh!
Therefore, these martial artists turned their gazes to He Hui, wanting him to stand up for them.
He Hui enjoyed everyone's gazes very much.
"Hmph!" He snorted coldly and said angrily, "Song Qing, don't be shameless. Today, I'll make it clear that the person who was abandoned was either you or Ning Yue!"
"Why don't you take a piss and look in the mirror? Who do you think you are?"
He Hui's lips curled into a smile as he continued, "If you know what's good for you, get the hell out of here. One less person entering the Water Moon Pond means we'll be able to get more energy."
At first, Ning Yue did not say anything.
This was because Ning Yue felt that he was, after all, a new core disciple. Saying too much would only cause unnecessary trouble.
But now, Ning Yue finally understood.
Whether he spoke or not, he would be ostracized.
Even Song Qing, who had helped him, was ostracized by many core disciples.
Ning Yue was fine, but Song Qing suffered.
Under such circumstances, Ning Yue naturally decided to fight back.
Shrugging, Ning Yue turned to look at Song Qing and asked doubtfully, "What's wrong recently? Why are there flies buzzing in my ears?"
Song Qing was also holding back his anger.
Hearing Ning Yue's words, he echoed, "The weather hasn't been good recently, so there are more flies. It might be better after a while."
"Ah, flies are always annoying." Ning Yue sighed.
"What did you say?!"
He Hui's eyes were about to pop. He glared at Ning Yue and said angrily, "Say it again if you have the guts!"
"Eh? Song Qing, did you hear that? It seems there are flies buzzing again. "Ning Yue deliberately put his hand to his ear and said with a slightly exaggerated expression.
"I'm so angry!"
Before Song Qing could answer, He Hui stepped on the ground and rushed toward Ning Yue.
At this moment, He Hui was very angry.
He Hui only had one thought in his mind. He wanted to teach Ning Yue a lesson and let Ning Yue know that he had to pay the price for being arrogant!
Seeing He Hui rushing toward Ning Yue, the rest of the core disciples had different thoughts in their minds.
The core disciples with a higher ranking didn't care.
They just wanted to see Ning Yue's strength.
As for the core disciples with a lower ranking, they focused on the battlefield.
When two tigers fought, one of them would definitely lose.
It didn't matter if Ning Yue lost or if He Hui lost.
In short, as long as one of them lost, the person who would be kicked out would be determined.
"So annoying."
Looking at He Hui who was constantly rushing toward him, Ning Yue rolled his eyes. He clenched his right fist and punched out casually.
Bang!
In an instant.
Ning Yue's fist collided with He Hui's fist.
A crisp sound was heard.
Then.
He Hui was like a kite with a broken string, falling backward in a straight line.
Kacha!
He only stopped when he smashed into the ground and a few of his ribs were broken.
Puchi!
He Hui spat out fresh blood and his aura plummeted from late-stage Ancestor Immortal to freezing point.
"You, you, you …"
He Hui supported himself with one hand and wanted to stand up. However, he realized that he had no energy left and fell to the ground once more.
He pointed at Ning Yue with much difficulty and said viciously, "How dare you injure me?"
"Idiot."
Ning Yue glanced at He Hui who was on the ground before retracting his gaze.
Ning Yue felt that it was a little degrading to speak to an idiot like He Hui.
What did he mean by injuring you?
I nearly crippled you and now you're asking such a stupid question?
"You're really strong."
At that moment.
Over at the side of the core disciples, a young martial artist in purple robes walked forward slowly. He looked at Ning Yue and said, "It's not unjust that He Hui was injured by you. He can only blame himself for not recognizing you and offending you."
Ning Yue did not say anything and merely looked at the martial artist in purple robes.
Ning Yue could tell that the martial artist in purple robes was implying something.
As expected.
Following that, the martial artist in purple robes changed the topic and said coldly, "However, you're a new core disciple. Not only are you disrespectful to a senior core disciple, you even injured him. I'll have to teach you a lesson."
"Kneel down and admit your mistake!"
The aura of the martial artist in purple robes burst forth and pressed down on Ning Yue.
"Xiao Mao, don't go overboard!"
As though he was afraid that Ning Yue would get into a conflict with the martial artist in purple robes, Song Qing said hurriedly, "He Hui asked for it. You …"
"Don't talk to me about this."
Xiao Mao waved his hand and interrupted Song Qing. "My patience is limited. Unless Ning Yue kneels down and kowtows in apology, this matter will not end here."
"Hahaha!"
At the side, He Hui could not help but raise his head and laugh.
With Xiao Mao's appearance, He Hui immediately became excited.
Xiao Mao was ranked second among the core disciples, one rank higher than Song Qing.
If Xiao Mao and Ning Yue fought, He Hui did not think that Ning Yue would win.
At the thought of Ning Yue kneeling down and kowtowing in apology, He Hui was in a good mood.
Even.
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