Free Web NovelChapter 558: Chapter 338: You Are the Challenger
The Battle Sanctum was located atop an isolated peak in the central region of the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect.
This peak was not natural but was constructed from special, pure-white earth and stone, piled up according to the positions of an Array.
Its summit had been shaped into a vast platform, upon which sat a majestic, equally pure-white palace. Even from a great distance, one could feel its mysterious and somber aura.
Zou Feng rode a Flying Celestial Ship and soon landed at the entrance of the Battle Sanctum.
It had to be said that the Battle Sanctum was one of the most bustling places in the entire Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect.
Every day, countless disciples streamed in and out of it.
As Zou Feng strolled into the central hall, he immediately drew many gazes.
Although everyone around him was an unfamiliar face to him, many of the disciples present had actually witnessed his battle with Li Dingjie firsthand.
Furthermore, he was ranked one hundred thirty-fifth on the Ascension Rankings, making him quite a big name.
Of course, there was another reason for the attention: Zou Feng had never come here before. His sudden appearance was naturally eye-catching.
Some of the disciples were secretly overjoyed by this.
These disciples were all battle maniacs, born with a love for challenging all sorts of experts, seeking to prove their Dao through constant combat and slaughter.
However, Zou Feng’s bizarre and unfathomable Poison Skill was already so profound that most Cultivators at his level couldn’t even comprehend it.
Rashly fighting him on the Dao Discussion Platform was a price too high for most to bear.
But with Zou Feng now at the Battle Sanctum, the situation was completely different.
If they challenged Zou Feng in the Battle Sanctum, they wouldn’t have to worry about their lives.
Moreover, after Zou Feng fought here, a record would be left behind, forming a challengeable Mind Body.
This made the battle maniacs even more ecstatic. With Zou Feng’s Mind Body, they could analyze his Poison Technique by fighting it and figure out ways to counter him.
They might even fight the Mind Body so many times that their own physical bodies could develop an immunity to the toxins Zou Feng released...
"Brother Zou!"
Zou Feng was sizing up the magnificent hall when an Inner Sect Disciple of seemingly impressive strength walked up to him.
"And you are?" ’I’m sure I don’t know this person,’ he thought.
"I am Wang Yixuan. Might I ask for a lesson in Brother Zou’s Daoist Art?"
This Wang Yixuan was clearly one of the Cultivators who was passionate about fighting. He didn’t beat around the bush and issued a challenge right away.
Although Zou Feng had come here to find his confidence, he wouldn’t just agree to a challenge from anyone.
After all, if his opponent was too weak, it would be a complete waste of time.
"May I ask, Junior Brother Wang, your rank on the Ascension Rankings is..."
Zou Feng couldn’t determine Wang Yixuan’s strength by observation alone. Asking for his rank was a more direct way to gauge his approximate power.
Hearing this, Wang Yixuan’s brows furrowed slightly, but he quickly answered truthfully, "I am currently ranked five hundred sixty-first on the Ascension Rankings..."
In truth, this was not a low rank at all.
But for Zou Feng, fighting Wang Yixuan wouldn’t just be shooting fish in a barrel—it would be like dynamiting the fish hatchery.
It would do basically nothing to help restore his confidence.
"Apologies, I already have an opponent," Zou Feng said, making up a casual excuse to politely refuse Wang Yixuan.
Wang Yixuan didn’t seem to expect Zou Feng’s refusal. ’And from the looks of it, he’s not satisfied with my rank? He thinks I’m not qualified to fight him!?’
Realizing this, Wang Yixuan was furious, but he managed to restrain himself from lashing out.
The next moment, he let out a cold snort, not even bothering with pleasantries as he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.
But he had already decided in his heart that once Zou Feng’s Mind Body was created, he would make it a point to challenge it repeatedly and study in-depth how to fight him.
’There’s a limit to looking down on people! I’m ranked in the five hundreds in the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect’s Inner Sect. Even if there’s a gap between my strength and Zou Feng’s, it can’t be that big.’
’So... what’s with the arrogance? He should know that pride comes before a fall!’
’If you, Zou Feng, had never come to the Battle Sanctum, that would be one thing. But since you’re here, you’re about to find out just how terrifying the ability of a Cultivator focused on combat is when it comes to analyzing and cracking an opponent’s Daoist Art...’
Meanwhile, several other battle maniacs who had wanted to challenge Zou Feng saw Wang Yixuan get rebuffed and decided not to go looking for a snub themselves.
However, their thoughts were no different from Wang Yixuan’s. They all wanted to wait for Zou Feng’s Mind Body to be created so they could study it and then give him a harsh reality check.
On the other side, Zou Feng found an Inner Sect Disciple who looked sharp and asked for the information he wanted.
He mainly asked if there was anyone in the top one hundred of the Ascension Rankings who would accept a challenge from someone with a lower rank.
"Brother Zou, the person sitting cross-legged under the second pillar from the right, wearing the Evil Ghost Mask, is Brother Chen Ang. He’s ranked ninety-eighth on the Ascension Rankings."
"He’s not picky about his opponents. As long as you give him enough Immortal Fate, he’ll accept the challenge."
’Rank ninety-eight, and only cares about Immortal Fate?’
’This is definitely worth a try. He’s a perfect opponent for a preliminary bout to test the waters and regain some confidence.’
So, Zou Feng immediately walked toward Chen Ang.
At this moment, Chen Ang seemed to have entered a state of Meditation. Apparently, while waiting for a challenger, he hadn’t neglected his Cultivation.
When he was five paces away, Zou Feng coughed, cupped his fists, and said, "Brother Chen, I am—"
Just as he was about to introduce himself, Chen Ang suddenly waved his hand, interrupting him. "It doesn’t matter who you are. You want to fight me, right? Three thousand points of Immortal Fate!"
Hearing this number, even though Zou Feng was prepared for the guy to make an exorbitant demand, he still almost cursed out loud.
’Why doesn’t this bastard just go rob someone?!’
To charge three thousand points of Immortal Fate for a simple sparring match—that was just too easy of a way to make a fortune.
