Chapter 820: To Pass Off the Fake as Genuine

Lu Yang's reputation for power preceded him, and Zhong Yi was no fool; he knew he would surely lose if he fought Lu Yang himself.

When the crowd below heard Zhong Yi's wish, they all looked up in unison at Lu Yang, even those who had intended to pledge allegiance to him.

After all, this was the wish of the first-place winner, and it had to be fulfilled.

Moreover, pledging allegiance could still happen after the battle.

"Old Meng, what do we do?" Lu Yang broke into a cold sweat, feeling like a large white pig tied to a chair, about to face a pack of ravenous wolves.

Meng Jingzhou, who had anticipated this situation, motioned for Lu Yang not to worry. "Don't worry," he said. "I've already registered this with the authorities. Our event follows all legal procedures; it's not a public brawl, so even if there's a mass fight, it's fine."

"...And what about me?"

"You're just collateral damage."

"Meng Jingzhou, you bastard!" Lu Yang shattered the chair and ropes with a furious shake and bolted. If he didn't run now, he wouldn't get another chance.

Meng Jingzhou watched the scene with a sneer. He still remembered how Lu Yang had recently helped his father against him. "You dared to help my father fight me!"

If he didn't get his revenge, his conscience wouldn't be at ease!

"Brothers, charge! Let's take down Lu Yang!" someone from below shouted, and immediately, the young masters swarmed forward, unleashing all sorts of moves as if they cost nothing, all directed at Lu Yang.

Lu Yang suspected that Meng Jingzhou had orchestrated that shout.

The first phase of the First Lu Yang Hegemony Competition concluded, and the second phase officially began. All cultivators eliminated in the first phase were revived to participate in the second phase!

"Shrinking Earth!" Lu Yang plunged into the earth like a swimmer diving, evading the attacks. The Luo Tian Forest was filled with towering ancient trees whose tangled roots made it extremely difficult to find Lu Yang hidden among them.

"Where is he?"

"Use your divine sense to find him!"

"It's no use! His divine sense is too powerful; it's protecting him, and we can't find him!"

Lu Yang was like a deep-sea shark, looking up from below at the unaware tourists, who were completely oblivious to the danger that had quietly descended upon them.

"Earth Prison!"

Lu Yang drew a circle underground, and suddenly, a young master standing on the periphery dropped into a subterranean prison.

Just as the young master was about to cry for help, he heard Lu Yang's sinister threat: "Don't yell. If you do, I'll use Arhat Fist."

Thanks to Daoist Bu Yu, Lu Yang's Arhat Fist was also notoriously famous.

The young master immediately shut his mouth and nodded, indicating his compliance.

Satisfied, Lu Yang moved on, searching for his next target.

Two, three, four… More and more people were trapped by Lu Yang in the subterranean prisons. Luo Wushuang was the first to notice something amiss.

"Something's wrong! How are several people missing?"

"I heard Lu Yang inherited ancient earthworm techniques; he can not only burrow underground but also create subterranean prisons!" Zhong Yi said gravely. He spread his divine sense, staring at the ground beneath his feet with tension and alertness, a drop of cold sweat trickling down his cheek.

It would be humiliating to be dragged underground by Lu Yang.

Seeing that everyone had realized his plan was exposed, Lu Yang temporarily ceased his actions.

"We can't bother with subtlety anymore! Since he's hidden underground and we can't find him, let's just overturn the whole ground!" a young master roared, smashing his fist into the earth, causing several cracks to appear.

Others followed suit, either using brute force or earth and wood-element spells. The Luo Tian Forest seemed to come alive, with every inch of soil churning upwards.

Lu Yang shrunk to the size of an inch and hid behind a clump of upturned soil. Even so, he was spotted by the sharp-eyed crowd.

"There he is!" Sun Chuanxian bellowed, pointing at the tiny Lu Yang.

"Ice Dragon Art!"

"Tree to the Sky!"

"Flying Sand and Stones!"

Seeing that he couldn't evade, Lu Yang reverted to his original size. At the same time, he activated the Samadhi True Fire and Golden Bird True Flame, merging the two true fires into a wall of flames.

The ice dragon collided with the true fire, emitting sizzling steam that obscured everyone's vision.

Lu Yang used this opportunity to strike quickly, aiming to take down as many as possible.

"Arhat Fist!"

Sun Chuanxian was closest to Lu Yang and was the first to experience the effects of the Arhat Fist.

"Oh no!" Sun Chuanxian instinctively raised his arm to block, but suddenly remembered the terrifying effects of Lu Yang's Arhat Fist. He tried to change from blocking to dodging, but it was too late. He took a punch from Lu Yang and was sent flying.

Along with his body, his hair flew off.

"Quick, get away! Don't let him touch you!" others cried out. Afraid to fight him head-on, they scattered. Lu Yang was like a wolf among sheep; wherever he went, the flock retreated.

At a critical moment, Zhong Yi stepped forward to take charge. "Don't be afraid, everyone!" he announced. "I've learned the Buddhist sect's forbidden technique, 'Everlasting Life Art,' which guarantees all your hair will grow back!"

Hearing this, everyone regained their vigor and fearlessly continued to fight Lu Yang.

Lu Yang was in a tough spot; no matter how strong he was, he couldn't defeat so many people at once. These weren't just ordinary rogue cultivators; their combat prowess was outstanding among those of the same cultivation level.

Meng Jingzhou watched Lu Yang being beaten, delighted, cheering from the sidelines.

"Old Lu, to your left! Someone's about to hit you from the left... Hey, I just warned you, why did you still get hit?"

"Put some effort into it! Did you not eat?"

"Old Lu, don't just defend! Attack!"

"Look at you lot, you don't even know how to fight! How did you cultivate all that power? Put some strength into it!"

"Old Meng, you're forcing my hand!" Lu Yang roared in fury. Did he really think Lu Yang had no way to deal with him?

Lu Yang changed his moves, no longer simultaneously using fist techniques and spells, but focusing solely on them. The style of his fist techniques also changed, becoming even sharper than before, catching everyone off guard.

The more Meng Jingzhou watched Lu Yang's movements, the more familiar they seemed.

Suddenly, Meng Jingzhou felt a portion of his power being drawn away, drifting towards Lu Yang, who was fiercely battling in the crowd. Lu Yang's form shifted, transforming into Meng Jingzhou's likeness.

Meng Jingzhou's Mimicry Fist!

Meng Jingzhou immediately sensed trouble and turned to run. But the Lu Yang who had transformed into Meng Jingzhou wouldn't let him; he broke through the crowd's obstruction and rapidly approached the real Meng Jingzhou.

The crowd, who had been preparing to attack, immediately stopped their movements upon seeing this. They looked at each other, unsure who to attack.

"Old Lu, how dare you turn into me!" one Meng Jingzhou shouted furiously, grabbing the collar of the other Meng Jingzhou.

"Nonsense! I'm Meng Jingzhou! You shameless dog are trying to shift the blame!"

"I'm the real one!"

"No, I'm the real one!"

"Little sister, I'm your brother!" one Meng Jingzhou jumped onto the treetop, appealing to Meng Jingyu, who was watching the commotion.

The other Meng Jingzhou also jumped onto the tree and said softly, "Little sister, don't you recognize your brother?"

Meng Jingyu watched her two brothers jump onto the tree, her mouth agape in surprise for a long time.

She looked from one brother to the other, both identical, and hesitated.

"Brother said in his letters that he often defeats Brother Lu Yang," she said. "How about you two fight? Whoever wins is my brother?"