King of Ten Thousand Years

Luo Tian had kindly offered his guidance, but a single sentence from Mu Ze turned him into a target of public scorn.

"Heh heh!"

Luo Tian scoffed.

’This Mu Ze is so shameless!’

’If I’d spoken poorly, I would have been ridiculed. But since I spoke well, I’m accused of plagiarism!’

Mu Ze shot Luo Tian a smug, cold sneer.

There were many ways to deal with Luo Tian, and Mu Ze would never allow Luo Tian to steal his thunder.

"Who would like to spar with me?"

Just then, Jiya’Er suddenly stepped forward.

She was trying to change the subject and get Luo Tian out of his predicament.

"Beauty, allow me to be your opponent."

The man in the white hat stepped out, his eyes lecherous.

Jiya’Er’s expression stiffened. She was extremely reluctant.

Her own Cultivation was only at the Earth Element Realm Third Layer, but the man in the white hat was at the Earth Element Realm Fourth Layer.

Moreover, the man in the white hat was a disciple of the Mu Family. Jiya’Er was destined to be crushed.

"Don’t worry, beauty. I will go easy on you and use only thirty percent of my strength!"

The man in the white hat put on a magnanimous air.

"Very well."

Jiya’Er found it hard to refuse, so she had no choice but to agree.

And so, the two went to the center of the Martial Arts Arena and began to spar.

Jiya’Er’s Swordsmanship was magnificent and dazzling, a beautiful sight to behold, yet her attacks were sharp and fierce.

The white-hatted man’s Leg Technique was ferocious and cruel, like a giant python or a venomous dragon—unrivaled in its power!

As promised, the man in the white hat used only thirty percent of his strength, yet he still held a steady advantage.

However, Jiya’Er was incredibly tenacious.

Twenty moves... forty moves.

Jiya’Er was steadily being forced back, but she was still holding on, showing no signs of defeat.

"Heh heh, beauty, you have no chance of winning. You should just surrender to avoid getting hurt," the man in the white hat said with a smile.

But just then, Jiya’Er launched a fierce assault. The Sword Light was so brilliant it was blinding, cleaving down like a meteor in the night sky.

The man in the white hat’s eyes narrowed, and he retreated backward in a flash.

BAM!

A dim, thick leg-shadow, like a massive dragon, crashed forward and shattered the Sword Light to pieces.

Jiya’Er was sent flying dozens of meters by the aftershock of the Attack.

Her face was pale, her beautiful features drained of color.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared behind her and caught her steadily.

"Brother Luo?"

Jiya’Er looked up and saw that handsome, resolute face. Feeling his warm, broad shoulders and arms, her heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks flushed red.

"You damn brat, you’re pretty quick to play the hero saving the damsel. Why don’t you try critiquing my Martial Arts from just now?"

the man in the white hat said contemptuously.

As soon as he said this, every onlooker could tell that the man in the white hat was deliberately making things difficult for Luo Tian.

After all, he had only used thirty percent of his strength in the fight, which was like revealing just the tip of the iceberg. How could anyone possibly critique that?

Even a Celestial Level Martial Artist from the clan would probably be unable to say for sure.

"Fine!"

Luo Tian agreed with a cold laugh.

The crowd stared intently. This time, Mu Ze hadn’t offered any critique yet, so Luo Tian had nothing to plagiarize.

This would be the test of whether Luo Tian had any real substance.

"Your Martial Arts are a complete mess, an absolute disaster!"

Luo Tian suddenly bellowed.

The entire arena fell silent.

The smug look on the white-hatted man’s face vanished instantly.

"What did you say, you damn brat?" The man’s face contorted with rage, and he looked like he wanted to rush over and beat Luo Tian to a pulp.

"Heh heh, can’t offer a critique so you resort to insults?"

Mu Ze shook his head and sneered coldly. "Someone like you is just here to cause trouble. You should be kicked out of this gathering!"

"That’s right, banish Luo Tian!"

"Throw him out!"

Mu Ze’s cronies chimed in one after another, even riling up the rest of the crowd.

In a pavilion not far away, the upper echelons of the Mu Family watched this scene with strange expressions.

They had previously been worried that Luo Tian would snatch a spot.

Now, it seemed that was completely impossible!

Luo Tian’s performance at this gathering was abysmal. Not only was he accused of plagiarism, but he was also facing public condemnation and was about to be thrown out.

"Hahaha, Brother Yunshi, this disciple of yours is certainly... special."

The red-faced elder laughed mockingly.

Mu Yunshi’s face darkened.

’I told Luo Tian to behave himself. How did it still end up like this?’

’This is about the qualification to attend the Tai Yuan Sect as an auditor. Is he really going to screw it up just like this?’

...

The Martial Arts Arena was in an uproar, with everyone clamoring for Luo Tian’s expulsion.

"A bunch of idiots! I’m not finished speaking. All of you, shut up!"

Luo Tian’s expression turned cold as he suddenly roared.

His voice was like a clap of thunder, causing everyone’s blood to surge, and the scene instantly fell quiet.

"Oh? Are you going to continue insulting me?" the man in the white hat sneered.

"You idiot, listen up!"

"The Martial Skill you practice is called the Black Cloud Leg. Its Tier is passable—Celestial Level Low Grade—but your aptitude is dull, your Cultivation progress is slow, and your proficiency is pathetic!"

"Specifically, your Third Technique, Dark Clouds Covering the Sky; your Fourth Technique, Pitch Black Concealing the Sun; and your Sixth Technique, Black Dragon Pressing City, are all crude, simplistic, and utterly lacking in spirit."

Luo Tian chided him with the air of a great master of Martial Arts.

The man in the white hat had been ready to retaliate, but he suddenly felt that what Luo Tian was saying... made a lot of sense.

"Wait, how do you know so much about the Black Cloud Leg, brat!"

the man in the white hat shouted.

This was a Mu Family Martial Skill, strictly forbidden from being taught to outsiders.

Yet Luo Tian could even name the specific techniques.

"Shut up and don’t interrupt me!"

Luo Tian snapped, then continued, "The transitions between your techniques are a chaotic, haphazard mess, making them utterly ineffective!"

"The Cultivation Technique you practice, the Celestial Cold Record, is incompatible with your Leg Technique Martial Skill. Are you so stupid you can’t even choose a proper Cultivation Technique?"

"The meridians at the base of your thighs suffer from excruciating, stiffening cold at the beginning and end of every month, limiting your Leg Technique’s power to seventy percent of its potential. You don’t even care? Aren’t you afraid of crippling your legs?"

Luo Tian’s words left the man in the white hat stunned speechless from the scolding.

When Luo Tian described the ailment in his legs, a storm raged in the white-hatted man’s mind.

He had only ever told a few Physicians about this. No one among his peers knew.

"My legs... will be crippled? Luo Tian... Master Luo, can my legs still be saved?"

The man in the white hat was panicking and hastily changed his form of address.

Since Luo Tian could diagnose his condition at a glance, his medical skills must be superb. He must be able to treat him.

Everyone around was stunned.

Judging by the white-hatted man’s reaction, everything Luo Tian had said must be true!

The man in the white hat had only shown thirty percent of his strength, yet Luo Tian was able to give such a detailed critique, and all of it was correct!

Heavens! How is that possible?

"Hmph, I’m not done. You practice a Leg Technique Martial Skill, but you don’t train your legs. Instead, you’ve spent years indulging in women, leading to an unstable lower body and a decrease in your Leg Technique’s power!"

"A normal person could have won in ten moves, but it took you forty or fifty!"

The man in the white hat was utterly shaken!

Luo Tian had said so much, and every single sentence was incredibly sharp, pointing directly at his flaws!

He couldn’t refute a single word!

"So, are your Martial Arts a complete mess and an absolute disaster, or was I, Luo, wrong?"

Before the man in the white hat could speak, Mu Ze shouted, "Luo Tian, don’t be so tyrannical! You’re just completely insulting him!"

At the same time, he shot a meaningful look at the man in the white hat.

’No matter what Luo Tian says, as long as the man in the white hat doesn’t admit to it, everything will be fine.’

But the man in the white hat’s eyes were blank. He was completely lost in Luo Tian’s previous words and didn’t notice Mu Ze.

"You... are right. I have been taught a lesson!"

The man in the white hat cupped his fists and bowed.

Luo Tian had pointed out nearly every single flaw in his Martial Arts. This was an enormous help to his Martial Arts path, preventing him from going astray.

He was grateful to Luo Tian from the bottom of his heart, and a look of admiration appeared on his face.

BOOM!

The entire arena was in an uproar.

If everything Luo Tian said was true, that was just too terrifying. After all, the man in the white hat had only displayed thirty percent of his strength!

Could it be that Luo Tian really did have vast experience in Martial Arts, a discerning eye, and a talent for analysis?

"I don’t believe it!"

A female disciple of the Mu Family stepped onto the stage.

She was also one of Mu Ze’s underlings and had provoked Luo Tian at the Cloud Pool before.

She randomly found an opponent to spar with and won in sixty moves.

"Why don’t you critique me!"

The female Mu Family disciple said with cold arrogance.

"You? You blockhead, utterly foolish!"

"You thought you were being clever by modifying your techniques, but you only managed to make them worse..."

"Your foundation is weak, yet you aim too high..."

"You don’t focus during your Cultivation and have ignored the very essence of your Martial Skill..."

Luo Tian delivered another torrent of scathing criticism.

The surroundings fell silent once again.

The man in the white hat and this woman had both entered the Spirit Pool; they were top geniuses of the Mu Family.

But under Luo Tian’s scolding, the two of them seemed like ignorant, bumbling idiots. What geniuses?

The female Mu Family disciple was so thoroughly scolded she didn’t know where to hide her face in shame.

Everything Luo Tian had said was correct.

Many points that had once confused her were now crystal clear, leaving the female Mu Family disciple both shaken and overjoyed.

"This..."

She was in utter disbelief, completely astonished. She said solemnly, "Master Luo, this little woman is endlessly grateful for your guidance!"

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