Who Let Him Cultivate?!

Lu Yang's reputation was well-known, his fame spread far and wide, and Zhong Yi wasn't foolish; if he were to fight Lu Yang himself, he was sure to be the one losing.

When the crowd below heard Zhong Yi's wish, they all looked up in unison, staring at Lu Yang, including those who had wanted to acknowledge Lu Yang as their "big brother".

After all, it was the wish of the first-place winner, which was meant to be fulfilled.

And besides, the matter of acknowledging a big brother could still be done after the fight.

"Old Meng, what should we do?" Lu Yang started sweating profusely, feeling like a fat white pig tied to a chair, about to face a pack of ravenous wolves.

Meng Jingzhou had already anticipated this situation and signaled to Lu Yang not to worry, "Relax, I've already filed with the government office; our event is following legal procedures. It's not considered a mass brawl, so even if a group fight breaks out, it's fine."

"...What about me?"

"You're just normal collateral damage."

"Damn you, Old Meng!" Lu Yang forcefully shattered the chair and the ropes and took off running, knowing that if he didn't run now, he would lose the chance entirely.

Meng Jingzhou let out a cold laugh at this scene. He still remembered the incident from not long ago where one turned into many Mengs. You told me to fight my dad! he thought.

If he didn't get his revenge, his conscience would be uneasy!

"Brothers, charge! Let's take down Lu Yang together!" Someone from below shouted, and immediately the young masters surged forward like a swarm, launching various techniques at Lu Yang as if they cost them nothing.

Lu Yang suspected that the person who shouted was arranged by that bastard Meng Jingzhou.

The first stage of the first Lu Yang Championship ended, the second stage officially began, and all the cultivators eliminated in the first stage were revived to participate in the second-stage competition!

"Earth Shrinking!" Lu Yang dived into the earth like diving into a pool, dodging the attacks. The ancient trees in the Loytian Forest reached the sky, with labyrinthine root systems, and Lu Yang hid among these roots, making him extremely hard to find.

"Where is he!"

"Use Spiritual Sense to find him!"

"No use, his Spiritual Sense is too strong; he's shielded himself, we can't find him!"

Lu Yang was like a deep sea shark, looking up at these ignorant tourists in the sea, the tourists completely unaware that danger had quietly descended.

"Draw Prison!"

Lu Yang drew a circle underground, and the young masters standing on the edge suddenly fell into an underground prison.

Just as one young master was about to shout for help, he heard Lu Yang's sinister threat, "Don't scream, or I'll hit you with Arhat Fist."

Thanks to Daoist Buyu, Lu Yang's Arhat Fist was also renowned.

The young master immediately shut his mouth and nodded, clearly taking a stand.

Lu Yang satisfactorily weaved through the area, looking for his next target.

Two, three, four... more and more people fell into Lu Yang's underground prisons, and Luo Wushuang was the first to detect something was amiss.

"Something's wrong, several people are missing!"

"I heard that Lu Yang obtained the ancient earthworm inheritance, which not only allows him to burrow underground but also to create underground prisons!" Zhong Yi said earnestly, spreading his Spiritual Sense, staring at the ground beneath him with tension and alertness, a drop of cold sweat trickling down his cheek.

If Lu Yang were to pull him underground, it would be too embarrassing.

Lu Yang, seeing that the crowd had become aware of his scheme, stopped making moves for the time being.

"Can't worry about that now. Since he's hiding underground and we can't find him, we might as well just turn the whole ground upside down!" A young master bellowed in anger, smashing his fist onto the ground, causing several cracks to appear.

Seeing this, others followed suit, using either brute strength or earth-element and wood-element magic skills. The Loytian Forest seemed to come to life, with every inch of soil churning upwards.

Lu Yang shrank to the size of an inch and hid behind a pile of soil that had been turned over. Even so, he was spotted by the sharp-eyed crowd.

"There he is!" Sun Chuanxian pointed at the tiny Lu Yang and shouted.

"Ice Dragon Technique!"

"One Wood Reaching the Heavens!"

"Whirling Sand and Flying Stones!"

Lu Yang, seeing no way to evade, had no choice but to return to his original size and, at the same time, he activated the Three Flavored True Fire and the Golden Bird True Flame. The two types of True Fire fused into one, forming a fiery wall.

The ice dragon collided with the True Fire, emitting sizzling steam and obscuring the vision of the crowd.

Lu Yang took that opportunity to strike quickly, aiming to hit as many as he could.

"Arhat Fist!"

Sun Chuanxian, being the closest to Lu Yang, was the first to receive the treatment of the Arhat Fist.

"Not good!" Sun Chuanxian instinctively raised his hand to block, suddenly remembering the terrifying effect of the Lu Family's Arhat Fist. He tried to switch from blocking to dodging, but it was too late: he was struck by Lu Yang's fist and sent flying backward.

Along with his body, his hair was sent flying as well.

"Quick, dodge it, don't touch him!" someone shouted from the side. No one dared to confront him head-on, and they all dodged hastily. Lu Yang, like a wolf among sheep, caused the flock to scatter wherever he went.

At the crucial moment, Zhong Yi stood up to take control of the situation, "Everyone, don't be afraid. I've learned the forbidden move of Buddhism, the 'Eternity Technique.' I guarantee that everyone's hair will grow back!"

Hearing this, the crowd regained their boldness, continuing to fight Lu Yang with renewed confidence.

Lu Yang found himself in a difficult position. Even as strong as he was, it was impossible for him to defeat so many at once, especially since these were not just any ungrounded Loose Cultivators; their combat strength was outstanding within the same realm.

As Lu Yang was getting hit, Meng Jingzhou watched with delight, cheering from the sidelines.

"Old Lu, the left side, someone's aiming for you on the left... Hey, I'm warning you, how could you still get hit?"

"Put some effort into it, did you not eat?"

"Don't just defend, Old Lu; go on the offensive!"

"Look at you lot; you can't even fight properly. How did you train to get such cultivation levels? Put some force behind it!"

"Old Meng, you're forcing my hand!" Lu Yang roared in anger, thinking Old Meng believed he had no way to deal with him.

Lu Yang changed his moves, no longer using a combination of fist technique and magic skill, focusing solely on fist technique. The style also shifted and became even sharper, causing the crowd to struggle to adapt for a moment.

Meng Jingzhou, however, found Lu Yang's movements increasingly familiar.

Suddenly, Meng Jingzhou felt as if part of the strength within his body had been siphoned away, drifting towards Lu Yang, who was in the midst of battle within the crowd. Lu Yang's form shifted, taking on Meng Jingzhou's own appearance.

Meng Jingzhou's Imitation Fist!

Meng Jingzhou felt a sense of doom and immediately turned to run, but the Lu Yang who had transformed into his likeness was not about to give him the chance. Breaking through the crowd's obstruction, he quickly closed in on Meng Jingzhou.

The others, about to attack, saw this and quickly halted, exchanging looks, each wondering who they should strike at.

"Old Lu, how dare you transform into my likeness!" one Meng Jingzhou accused, grabbing the collar of the other.

"Nonsense, I am Meng Jingzhou. You're the shameless one trying to mislead everyone!"

"I'm the real one!"

"No, I am the real one!"

"Little sister, I'm your brother!" one Meng Jingzhou jumped onto the treetops, seeking help from Meng Jingyu, who was watching the commotion.

The other Meng Jingzhou also leaped into the tree, speaking softly and tenderly, "Little sister, can't you recognize your own brother?"

Meng Jingyu watched as both brothers leaped up, her small mouth agape with shock.

She looked at one brother, then at the other, seeing that they were identical, which made her hesitate.

"Brother wrote in his letter that he often manages to defeat Brother Lu Yang. Why don't you two fight it out, and whoever wins is my real brother?"