PFC Chapter 12750
Chapter 12750
Chapter 12750
The consequences of offending the Lord of Tianjun are obvious to anyone.
Someone glanced at Lin Yi discreetly, saw that he had no expression on his face, and then looked away, lowering his eyelids and pretending to study the ground.
When Long Hongxiu received no response, she simply stopped waiting.
She stared straight at Lin Yi, pressing him, "Lord of Tianjun, you haven't answered me yet."
Lin Yi glanced at her and smiled, "Old Cao is right about my attitude."
Long Hongxiu was taken aback: "What do you mean?"
"Idiot."
The entire audience burst into laughter.
Some people slapped their thighs, some laughed so hard they coughed, and even the challengers who had been keeping a straight face couldn't help but curl the corners of their mouths into a smile.
Long Hongxiu's face flushed red, her chest heaved, and she laughed angrily, "You! You, the dignified ruler of Tianjun, have such little self-restraint?!"
Before she could say anything more, a new rule message suddenly lit up in the sky.
Long Hongxiu's words stuck in her throat.
[Final rule for this challenge: Each challenger must completely clear all the ten-year-old clones they created in order for their score to be counted.]
The winner will be awarded a piece of high-level divine equipment.
The entire room fell silent for a full three seconds.
Then it completely exploded.
"What do you mean? Completely wiped out? What about all the people who refreshed the page just now..."
"Wouldn't the more you swipe, the bigger the hole get?!"
All the challengers changed color.
Countless gazes turned to Lin Yi, and then, without prior agreement, turned into silent mourning.
168,000.
The more dazzling this number was just moments ago, the hotter it is now.
Lin Yi remained silent for two seconds, then muttered a curse under his breath, a rare occurrence for him.
The track god, a fellow townsman from the mortal world, truly outsmarted everyone, including him.
If I had known this would happen, I should have held back during that round of intense sunshine, or even used my ultimate move at all. I should have just worn down the enemy for a few thousand rounds and then stopped.
There's no need to dig such a big hole for yourself!
Long Hongxiu stood there stunned. This unexpected windfall hit her right on the head.
Then, an irrepressible smile curved her lips, and her whole face lit up.
I knew it! I knew it!
As expected, I am the protagonist chosen by fate, and there is a divine plan paving the way for me!
Otherwise, why would the Goddess Academy have chosen me?
Otherwise, why would the track rules suddenly appear at this crucial moment, when I was being ridiculed by everyone, to slap these people in the face for me?
Long Hongxiu took a deep breath, turned to Lin Yi, and raised her voice to a great height: "Lord of Tianjun, how does it feel to be slapped in the face by the truth?"
The entire room fell silent.
Long Hongxiu tilted her head, as if she were sizing up an opponent who had already been eliminated, her eyes filled with undisguised pity.
"Your move just now was truly beautiful, but unfortunately, it was too beautiful."
Long Hongxiu paused, her tone becoming increasingly cheerful: "Now look what's happened, who knows when you'll finally get rid of these 168,000 mountains?"
Everyone gasped.
This woman's audacity goes beyond what the word "fat" can describe.
Even if Lin Yi himself is magnanimous and doesn't mind because of these words, his fans would never let her off the hook.
"A subject should die for his lord's honor"—this is not a joke.
At this moment, several rogue cultivators were exchanging glances, pondering how to make their move after the competition, using her as a stepping stone to join Lin Yi's side.
Ke Long Hongxiu didn't care at all.
She didn't even glance at those people.
The invitation from the Goddess Academy is on its way. She clearly received that wisp of thought during the battle just now, without any doubt.
She had already stepped one foot across the threshold.
Once this matter is resolved, she will be a member of the Goddess Academy.
Lin Yi dared not hold back against Yuan Chu of the Beast God Academy, and naturally he dared not touch her, a member of the Goddess Academy.
What is she afraid of?
Someone in the crowd whispered, "Her confidence seems a bit off, but judging from the number of clones, she really is the most promising one."
"That's right, it's easy to go from fewer to more, and from more to fewer..."
The man didn't finish his sentence; he simply shook his head.
Everyone understands.
The rigidity mechanism of clones becomes more deadly with a larger number of clones.
Four-digit numbers are approaching their limit, and five-digit numbers are a sure way to lose.
As for 160,000, that's not a challenge, that's suicide.
Guided by the beams of light on the track, Long Hongxiu was the first to take the stage.
512 copies were generated immediately.
Although she was the fewest in number, the scene was still extremely oppressive when she was actually surrounded in the center.
Every small figure was poised to strike, and every pair of eyes was fixed on her.
The real tricky part is that they all attack from a distance, and each attack has a chance to trigger a stun.
With no bystanders to share the burden of the hatred, all the attacks came at her alone!
Long Hongxiu stood in the center of the encirclement, her face showing no sign of tension.
She was absolutely certain that the current battle was just a formality, the ending had already been written, and this was just a coronation prepared specifically for her.
The clones were the first to launch an attack.
A volley of shots rained down like a torrential downpour.
Lin Yi and the other challengers on the sidelines frowned simultaneously.
If the challenger can seize the initiative, there might still be a glimmer of hope.
But now the clone goes first, meaning the probability of winning is infinitely close to zero.
This is not a matter of strength, but a suppression at the level of rules.
There are only 512 clones of Long Hongxiu, but when fired in unison, the probability of triggering a stun is not low.
But when that volley of bullets landed on her, she only staggered slightly before regaining her balance and beginning to fight back.
There was no stiffness.
In the second round, there was no stiffness.
The third round, still no luck.
Someone on the sidelines couldn't help but gasp, "Isn't this luck a bit uncanny?"
The people around didn't respond, but their eyes held a subtle tension.
Lin Yi looked up at the void.
From the perspective of the world's will, he clearly sensed that Long Hongxiu was surrounded by a faint halo.
That wasn't her own luck, but rather some kind of external force, a kind of buff similar to strong luck.
This explains why she was able to hold on until now with her Foundation Establishment cultivation level, and why she never triggered a single moment of paralysis from beginning to end.
But that doesn't mean she won easily.
After all, the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment stage is what it is, and each clone needs to be killed with real effort; there are no shortcuts.
There were a total of 512 clones. She was already out of breath when she fought the 300th, was covered in injuries when she fought the 400th, and could barely stand when she fought the 450th.
But she kept waving her hands, one after another, mechanically repeating the same motion.
By the 500th one, she was completely relying on willpower to keep going.
Everyone could see that she was exhausted and on her last legs, but she refused to fall, her expression contorted, like a drowning person desperately grasping at the last straw.
The final blow.
By the time the last copy was smashed, Long Hongxiu was on the verge of exhaustion, barely clinging to life.
Won!
Long Hongxiu gasped for breath, her voice hoarse but unable to suppress her ecstatic joy: "What is destined to be yours will be yours, and what is not, you cannot force. Some people should accept their fate."