Chapter 34: Almost Becoming a Devil
Hearing the commotion from Chu Yanran's side, Lin Yang quickly dealt with his own opponent and looked over.
He saw Chu Yanran with teary eyes and swollen cheeks, and the prominent handprints on her face made him absolutely furious.
Mo Qingkuang seemed to sense Lin Yang's gaze and fearlessly made eye contact, giving him a cruel smile.
He felt a wave of comfort in his heart, 'You bitch couple, it's Chu Yanran now. When the elimination round comes, it'll be you!'
"I am hitting you," Mo Qingkuang snorted coldly and slapped her again, "Because you forget the old as soon as you saw the new!"
Chu Yanran responded with a cry as she fell to the ground, her cheeks even redder, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
"Still hitting! Is this Kuang Qing a sadist?" The spectators expressed shock, many of them considering Kuang Qing's actions a bit too excessive.
"Ninth Princess, could it be that there is something between Kuang Qing and Chu Yanran?" Tang Yu looked at Mo Qingkuang's behaviour, astonishment written on his face.
How could he bring himself to do this to such a captivating girl?
Han Yan'er had long been stunned by Mo Qingkuang's crazy actions. This guy played ruthlessly with men, and now he's doing the same to women? Is he even a man?
'Could he not like women? No wonder he has never shown any good attitude towards me. Considering I'm the number one beauty of Tianxuan, how could he not be moved? Is it possible that he's a gay?' Han Yan'er thought to herself.
Further away, Song Qian also witnessed this scene. He had some goodwill towards Chu Yanran and was furious. "Kuang Qing, you coward! Why are you bullying a woman, are you even a man? If you have the guts, come and face me!"
Mo Qingkuang paid no attention, repeatedly slapping Chu Yanran.
*SMACK*
"This is for your pretentiousness!"
*SMACK*
"This is for your shortsightedness!"
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*SMACK*
"This is the consequence of making people your bootlickers' dogs!"
In the end, whether it was for his own past or he ran out of words, Mo Qingkuang finally stopped. He looked at Chu Yanran lying on the ground with disheveled hair, a swollen face, with none of the charming look of a young girl.
Even the judges on the platform couldn't bear to watch and turned their faces away.
Lin Yang was already furious and didn't care about hiding his strength anymore. Every challenger on the stage was either knocked out or seriously injured by his angry strikes.
"Kuang Qing! I want your life!" Lin Yang shouted angrily towards the sky, ready to jump down and fight Mo Qingkuang.
The referee on the side reminded, "Participant, if you jump down from the stage, it will be considered forfeit, and you will lose the chance to advance to the next round."
Lin Yang halted his steps, his eyes glaring red, taking deep breaths.
He couldn't forfeit; forfeiting meant losing the chance for a good ranking. The reward for this mission from Yuan Sword Sect was that, apart from Liu Xuan, the person with the best ranking would directly advance to the inner sect.
If he forfeited, he would lose the opportunity!
"Yanran, admit defeat! Quickly admit defeat!" Lin Yang shouted loudly.
Chu Yanran weakly opened her mouth, which had been slapped until it looked like two sausage-like pieces, and laboriously said, "I... admit..."
Before she could finish saying the word 'defeat,' Mo Qingkuang delivered another slap.
"Referee, referee! She admitted defeat, why is he still hitting?" Lin Yang was anxious, feeling like an ant in a hot pot, wishing he could tear Mo Qingkuang into pieces.
The referee on Mo Qingkuang's side was somewhat hesitant. Mo Qingkuang calmly said, "She hasn't finished admitting defeat, the duel is not over."
"Kuang Qing, we have no grievances or enmities! Why are you treating her like this?" Lin Yang roared, his scarred face becoming even more ferocious.
"I don't need a reason for what I do! If you have the guts, come and fight me." Mo Qingkuang looked equally fierce.
'No enmity? Was the hatred of death not hate enough? Wasn't the grudge of stealing my fiancee a grudge enough? I almost got engaged to Chu Yanran!'
'Because of you, my fiancée is gone, my name as a genius is gone, and I'm dead! And you still said that there was no enmity between us?'
Zheng Tao, watching from a distance, frowned at this scene.
"Dean, should we intervene?" the middle-aged man beside him asked.
"This...isn't against the rules," Zheng Tao hesitated.
He was not sure why Kuang Qing treated Chu Yanran, this delicate girl, so ruthlessly. In his impression, Kuang Qing was a bit cunning, but he shouldn't be so merciless, especially towards a woman.
"But this method is too cruel; it goes against the principles of a gentleman," the middle-aged man said.
After a moment of contemplation, Zheng Tao said, "Wait a little longer then. If he doesn't stop, you can go and intervene."
"Alright." The middle-aged man nodded and disappeared.
Lin Yang's roars delighted Mo Qingkuang greatly. His eyes were bloodshot, and he wore a sinister smile.
Swiftly, he appeared in front of Chu Yanran. "I am going to hit you. Tell me, how will you respond?"
Mo Qingkuang looked insane, not even using his true qi, as he continuously slapped Chu Yanran from left to right, delivering over a dozen slaps.
"Kuang Qing! I will kill you!" Lin Yang's sudden, fierce wave, with his nails embedded in his palm due to anger, caused blood to splatter, creating a terrifying scene.
Seeing Lin Yang in such a state, the people dared not step forward. If they went up at this time, they might be killed by Lin Yang in his desperate state!
"Come on! What can you even do? Come and try to kill me; if you don't, then I'll insult her right in front of you!" Mo Qingkuang, seeing this, laughed maniacally, revealing a cold, dark grin.
"Qingkuang, stop!" At this moment, a stern shout echoed in Mo Qingkuang's mind.
Like a bucket of freezing water in winter, it extinguished Mo Qingkuang's raging anger.
Mo Qingkuang felt as if he had been suddenly thrown into an ice cellar, shivering uncontrollably, instantly sobering up from his insane state.
"Ancestor..."
"What are you doing? A grown man seeking revenge with a woman like this is utterly shameful! Can you still be considered a man after seeking vengeance in this way?" Mo Fan sternly said.
Originally, he thought Mo Qingkuang would slap Chu Yanran a few times to vent his anger. He didn't expect this kid to go mad like this, continuously without end.
He felt some distress for Chu Yanran. After all, she had once been one of the important female leads in his stories.
But what he felt even more distressed about was Mo Qingkuang, a good child who underwent a significant change, narrowly escaping death and having his mind twisted by hatred.
Just now, if he hadn't intervened, Mo Qingkuang might have gone berserk!
Mo Qingkuang looked at his hands stained red with Chu Yanran's blood, a wave of fear sweeping over him.
'Is this what I've become now, a devil?'
"Get her off the stage!" Mo Fan said coldly. Mo Qingkuang still had a long way to go in terms of his mentality.
Mo Fan didn't mold him well enough; his mind was easily influenced, and he still needed more training.
Mo Qingkuang nodded absentmindedly. Looking at the blood-soaked Chu Yanran on the ground, he muttered hoarsely to the referee on the stage, "Please...please take her off the stage."
The referee, now back to his senses, sighed as he looked at the horribly disfigured Chu Yanran on the ground. "Fine."
Although he knew that Chu Yanran was sent by the Yuan Sword Sect, seeing her in such a miserable state still evoked some pity in him.
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