Chapter 1026: No Need for Heroic Spirits, One Hand is Enough to Suppress You!_1

Luo Yu's calm words spread forth.

Yuwen Chenglong and the others' expressions paused.

The feeling in their hearts was indescribable.

They had always been the absolute favored children of the heavens in the eyes of ordinary martial artists, unattainable and only to be looked up at from behind.

Standing high above, looking down at the ordinary mortals, their hearts couldn't help but develop a sense of superiority, and even a proud loneliness that came with being peerless and cold from the heights.

But today, at this moment, that sense of superiority in their hearts was ruthlessly crushed.

Their peerless strength and the talent that looked down on all peers seemed in Luo Yu's words to become not worth mentioning.

Completely unable to catch the other's attention.

And the audience, having heard Luo Yu's faint remark through the broadcast, were already excited and stirred up before the fight even began.

Some spectators even exclaimed in astonishment.

"God's Child is so badass!"

"How supremely confident one must be inside to say to so many top talents, 'I am invincible, do as you please.'"

"No matter how many people join forces, I alone can suppress them all—is this the swagger of God's Child?"

"That's ruthless!"

On the stage, those were not ordinary Martial Examinees, naturally, they quickly adjusted their mindset, Yuwen Chenglong said with a forced smile:

"Since God's Child doesn't mind us joining forces, then we won't be polite with you either."

"After all, to fight against a Deity-level Ancient Spirit, relying solely on us Mortal Heroic Spirits one-on-one would still fall far short."

Luo Yu raised an eyebrow, understanding the implicit meaning in Yuwen Chenglong's words.

Clearly, he was saying that even if Luo Yu won the stage competition today, it would be based on the power of the Deity-level Ancient Spirits, nothing more.

And if they, Yuwen Chenglong and the others, lost, they would not be losing to Luo Yu, but to gods, so it wasn't shameful.

Seeing through the other's petty schemes, Luo Yu did not bother to explain anything further, nor did he retaliate—he simply couldn't be bothered to deal with him.

Who do you think you are!

Just because you have a Yuwen Chengdu, you think you're something special?

Yuwen Chenglong, seeing that Luo Yu remained unresponsive for a long time, appeared humble and courteous on the surface, but inside, he was beginning to feel secretly smug.

Everything that needed to be set up had been set up.

The rest was to join forces with others to deal with Luo Yu, and if they lost, it was no big deal because they would've lost to gods, not shameful at all, right?

"Fellows, since God's Child doesn't mind us joining forces, what are we waiting for?" Yuwen Chenglong shrugged his shoulders, saying with an easy smile.

"We are willing to join forces!"

"I am willing too!"

Four Martial Examinees who had been in a constant state of worry immediately declared their stance, seizing the chance to join forces which was excellent, and naturally, they did not want to miss it.

"You are willing to join forces?"

Yuwen Chenglong looked in the direction of the four.

"Mhm, mhm."

"Yes."

"Boom—"

The robust figure of General Tianbao appeared behind Yuwen Chenglong, shooting out from his original position, instantly swinging the Phoenix-winged Gilt Halberd in his hand in a thunderous assault that, without giving time to react, violently blasted the four unprepared Martial Examinees out of the arena.

The sudden attack caused an uproar among the crowd, not understanding what Yuwen Chenglong was doing.

The four Martial Examinees lying outside the stage were even more confused, with puzzled eyes and holding their chests, they asked painfully:

"Why... why?"

"Didn't we agree to join forces?"

In response to the question, Yuwen Chenglong sneered:

"Join forces with me?"

"You four are not worthy, not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can become my teammate and fight alongside me, just stay down there and wait."

The faces of the four Martial Examinees were filled with grief and indignation.

Yes, they knew what the other said was true; they were indeed inferior, far below the level of those currently on the stage.

But everyone has their pride, and Yuwen Chenglong had ruthlessly trampled on theirs without a shred of respect.

Their lips quivered, but in the end, not a word came out as they silently got up from the ground, fists clenched, eyes dim.

"You're being too disrespectful."

A slightly angry, delicate female voice came from the stage as Diao Lingluo looked at Yuwen Chenglong with displeasure, disapproving of his behavior.

"Oh?"

Yuwen Chenglong turned his head and smiled, saying:

"No, trash should stay in the trash can. This stage isn't for them, I merely sent them where they belong."

"As for respect?"

"Sorry, useless rubbish doesn't deserve any respect."

Diao Lingluo shook her head: "I don't agree with your opinion."

Yuwen Chenglong maintained a kindly smile.

"You are strong, a good candidate for a teammate, so whatever you say, even if you scold me to my face, I can let it go."

"But these weaklings are different. Standing on this stage, they're wrong even for breathing."

"The strong feast on meat, the weak feast on filth—that's the essence of the world right now. I hope you can put away your misplaced pity, that's something only children do."

"You're sick," Diao Lingluo said seriously.

"No." Yuwen Chenglong shook his head and smiled: "I am simply clearer than you on what this cruel world needs. The weak don't need damned pride; what they need is to become stronger."

The casual tone of Yuwen Chenglong's words was witnessed by the tens of thousands of spectators present.

If a person of no significance had said these mad-sounding words, they would have been laughable, even contemptible.

But for an absolute genius to speak such cold words, it couldn't help but make one's scalp tingle.

After all, so many people present were the weaklings he was talking about.

And even though Yuwen Chenglong had said such things, they couldn't do anything to him, and some people even began to feel they agreed with him.

"Alright."

Yuwen Chenglong clapped his hands.

"Now, there's only us left on the field. We can freely launch our attacks on Lord Luo Yu, who possesses a Deity-level Ancient Spirit."

Luo Yu at the moment couldn't be bothered to look at him, his gaze fixed on the four disheartened Martial Examinees below, who seemed to be severely struck by Yuwen Chenglong's words.

"I won't join hands with you," Diao Lingluo shook her head.

"I refuse," Huo Tongtian hummed.

Lyu Chan stood still, her position clear.

As for Li Mushen, he had closed his eyes, holding the Mountaineer Ancient Sword as if he were focusing on something.

"Idiotic."

Seeing one after another refuse his proposal, Yuwen Chenglong's expression finally darkened.

"Don't tell me your plan was to fight the God's Child one-on-one? Then what's the point of the ten-person ring battle?"

"Do you also expect to wait for a one-on-one showdown with the enemy on the battlefield?"

At that moment, a calm voice came through.

"It's not that they're unwilling to join forces, they just don't want to join with you, that's all."

Yuwen Chenglong directed his gaze at Luo Yu, who had spoken.

Luo Yu smiled and said, "After all, who would want to be friends with someone who doesn't know how to respect others?"

Yuwen Chenglong opened his mouth to speak.

Luo Yu raised his hand, gesturing with his fingers.

"Cut the crap. I don't want to listen to you spouting what you think are insightful comments."

"Come get beaten, I'll send you down myself!"

While speaking, Luo Yu revealed a kind smile.

"Rest assured, without using the Ancient Spirit, I can still suppress you single-handedly."

The entire audience first fell silent, then erupted.