Going Somewhere, Little Lamb?

After two hours of meticulous work, Feng Fan finally completed his custom array minefield. Meanwhile, the other participants kept advancing until the first triggered one of his traps.

The unfortunate victim was a cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Sect. As soon as he stepped into the array, he felt an ominous danger.

"Damn it! This is a tier 3 lightning array!"

Reacting quickly, he formed a series of hand seals, managing to halt the array's activation just long enough to step back. Relief flashed across his face, but Feng Fan wasn't about to let him escape unscathed.

Hovering just above the ground on the borrowed sword, Feng Fan appeared behind him with an unsettling grin. "Leaving so soon, my friend?"

Before the man could react, Feng Fan landed a swift kick to his back, propelling him directly into the array's center.

"Bastard! Just wait till I catch you!" the disciple shouted in panic as his body flew toward the trap.