Ma Ce naturally did not dare to kill Han Tianxing with one stab. His sword pierced through Han Tianxing's left palm, nailing it to the ground.
Han Tianxing groaned in pain but resisted the urge to scream. His body trembled but his eyes remained glued to Ma Ce, the hatred in his eyes growing.
Li Chengfeng wanted to rush forward but was held back by Xiaobao. Li Chengfeng turned around and glared at Xiaobao. "Do you want to watch him die?"
Xiaobao pleaded quietly, "Young Master, if you charge forward like this, although you can save Tianxing … he'll live in pain for the rest of his life!"
Li Chengfeng raged, "If he dies, he won't have a future!"
Xiaobao whispered bitterly, "But Young Master, you can help him this time, next time, but can you always help him?
You once told me that people have to rely on themselves. "
This sentence stunned Li Chengfeng, and he was speechless for a long time.
He knew Xiaobao's words made sense. If he rushed up to save Han Tianxing, though he could save his life, he would be forced to stop just as Han Tianxing was about to fight to the death. If he ended up losing the fight, it would definitely leave a huge shadow in Han Tianxing's heart.
But … if Han Tianxing really died in the arena, Li Chengfeng felt that he would never forgive himself.
Just as he was struggling, the referee wanted to stop the fight but Han Tianxing seemed to have expected this. He roared at the referee, "No!
I haven't lost yet! "
Most cultivators cherished their lives and no one would joke around with their lives. That was why when a cultivator refused to admit defeat, the referee could not easily stop the fight.
Seeing that Han Tianxing refused to admit defeat, the referee could only watch coldly from the sidelines.
Seeing that Han Tianxing refused to admit defeat, Ma Ce grinned sinisterly as he pressed down with his sword. The sword sizzled as it pierced through the back of Han Tianxing's hand. Fresh blood flowed from his palm, gradually dyeing the entire blade red.
"Admit defeat, admit defeat now!"
Ma Ce's eyes bulged like goldfish, glaring at Han Tianxing beneath his feet. "You piece of trash, what do you want to do if you don't admit defeat?!"
"Someone like you!
Do you think you can turn the tables and ascend to the heavens?!
Don't think you can soar to the heavens just because you've found yourself a powerful person!
Dream on! "
Ma Ce stabbed his sword down as he stomped on Han Tianxing's head. Gritting his teeth, he said hatefully, "People like you should stay in the mud, in the pits, to be stepped on and beaten by others!
So what if I bully you?
So what if I beat you?
Which one of us from the Hidden Modesty Court didn't go through this!
Everyone in the Hidden Modesty Court has been like this!
"You're nothing but a traitorous scoundrel!"
Just from Ma Ce's expression and his tone, it seemed that Han Tianxing was the one who had abused him and he wanted to vent his anger on Han Tianxing.
But even Ma Ce himself didn't realize that his heart was about to be ignited by anger!
When he first entered the Hidden Modesty Court, wasn't he just like Han Tianxing, full of passion and passion, full of hope and motivation, thirsting to stand out and prove himself?
But what awaited him was endless ravages and torment that never saw the light of day!
Ma Ce had also tried to escape, but he was caught again and again. Again and again, he was ravaged even more severely. In the end, he was desperate and resigned to his fate!
After clenching his teeth and enduring for more than ten years, he finally became an experienced senior brother from a new disciple … At this time, those senior brothers who bullied him finally told him why they bullied him!
Because this was the Hidden Modesty Court's rule, to let them know the cruelty of cultivation, to let them know that there was an insurmountable hierarchy in the cultivation world, and even more so, to let them know that they were useless, and that if they left the Hidden Modesty Court, they would not be able to survive!
Hidden Modesty Court was a place where poor disciples gathered. Amongst them, there were talented disciples, but most of them were not so talented. Although, if they were given a chance, they could all grow.
But resources were extremely limited, the Spiritual Mountain Sect could not give everyone a chance, nor could they distribute the resources equally.
They could only focus their resources on the most talented few, nurture them, let them grow, let them become top cultivators, let them stand out and become a carp leaping through the dragon's gate!
This would attract more poor disciples to come to the Hidden Modesty Court, to work hard to stand out.
But for those disciples who did not have enough resources, they knew they could not climb up, but they absolutely could not tolerate others climbing up above them. They were even more afraid of those new disciples with amazing talents, and one day, they would suddenly climb up above them. Not only would that make them look up to them, it would also make Hidden Modesty Court's already limited resources even more scarce.
Therefore, every year when they entered the sect, they would desperately bully the new disciples. As for those disciples who had already made a name for themselves and had hope, they would not intervene to change this situation. Even if they had suffered greatly and swore to eradicate this bad habit, after they had climbed to the top, they would all change. No cultivator would be willing to share the food in their bowl with the people below them.
It was not that they did not want to, they did not dare!
Hidden Modesty Court had more than a thousand mouths when there were fewer people, and more than three thousand mouths when there were more people.
Feed this person, what would happen to that person?
Feed that person, what would happen to that person?
Cultivators were not commoners, they only needed to feed one mouth and then they could rest easy. Every cultivator was a gold-devouring beast. Even if all the resources in the world were piled on the disciples of the Hidden Modesty Court, they would not be able to feed two thousand great cultivators at the same time.
The Saints once said, "Those who have a family in a country do not worry about scarcity but inequality, do not worry about poverty but worry about insecurity."
This was the principle that only ten thousand people could serve one person, but there had never been the principle of one person serving ten thousand.
So, slowly, this became the rule and custom of the Hidden Modesty Court. Ma Ce thought that was how he got through it. Why should he, Han Tianxing, be an exception when he had suffered so much?
What was even more hateful was that after Han Tianxing escaped, he found someone to rely on!
Someone was actually willing to stand up for him, willing to bring him to cultivate!
If this could be tolerated, what could be tolerated?
Why don't we have such luck? What makes you, Han Tianxing, so lucky to have such good fortune?!
Ma Ce felt like hundreds of worms were gnawing at his heart, filled with envy and jealousy!
When Ma Ce's Heavenly Dragon Sword was two-thirds of the way into Han Tianxing's hand, Han Tianxing suddenly grabbed the hilt of the Heavenly Dragon Sword and pulled it out forcefully, not allowing Ma Ce to stab deeper.
But Ma Ce grinned as he pushed the sword down bit by bit, twisting it at the same time, making Han Tianxing feel heart-wrenching pain.
Outside the arena, Li Chengfeng was seething with anger but he calmed down instead, gritting his teeth as he glared at Ma Ce, silently marking this down in his heart.
At this moment, the referee could not bear to watch any longer. He could not help but say, "Stop!
This round … "
"No!" Han Tianxing suddenly roared, like an injured and crazed beast. "I haven't lost!
I won't admit defeat!
Hidden Sword Court does not have a disciple who admits defeat! "
The judge looked at Han Tianxing with a complicated gaze and sighed. "Don't persevere so fearlessly. If this goes on, you'll die!"
Han Tianxing raised his head with all his might, his eyes bloodshot. "If I can't stand out, if I can't repay a debt of gratitude, I'm no different from a beast!
I'm no different from being dead! "
Ma Ce laughed maniacally. "Alright, I'll grant you your wish!"
After speaking, he tried to pull out the Tianlong sword. But when he tried, the sword could no longer be pulled out. Ma Ce was stunned and saw that the body of the Tianlong sword was already drenched in blood. The original green sword body was now bright red and dazzling.
The blood flowed on the blade of the sword, rolling and boiling. It flowed to the tip of the sword and flowed up along the back of the sword to the hilt. The cycle continued. The body of the sword became brighter and the blood rolled more and more violently. The body of the Celestial Dragon Sword trembled so much that Ma Ce felt as if he was holding the reins of an uncontrollable monster!