In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park



Facing the cold eyes the emperor swept their way, all Yanging elders knew they must restrain themselves.

It's not that he didn't allow them to infer anymore, but if they should, it must be so well-hidden it did not anger the masses again.

It may seem that they have nothing to gain for hosting the Provincial competitions in Yanging, but that was far from the truth.

It was a way for them to discover potential in other continents and poach these talents away.

Don't you know the saying that keeps your friends close but your enemies closer?

If they allow those in the Tah and Bailong provinces to stay put without ever coming to Yanging, who knows what storks they might be planning in secret?

Imagine leaving them alone for 50, 100 and even 10,000 years.

What changes are unknown to Yanging during this time?

What secrets have they discovered that are unknown to Yanging?

Many in Yanging would become paranoid, enacting their desire to know more each day.

This was why they allowed these groups to come once in a while to Yanging, cementing the fact that they were the best and swaying many talents or future betrayers to spill the beans.

All that glitters isn't gold.

Just as much as the other Provinces need them, they too need the other regions.

No one could be an island for when that happens, internal strife within Yanging would increase further.

Things were subtle now because Yanging had an outlet to vent on, which was these other provinces.

But imagine that these provinces stopped coming here and stopped being objects of comparison.

In that case, many in Yanging would have to look at others in Yanging for such comparison.

This was a final warning to the Yanging elders.

Do what you must, but don't dare to make it so obvious!

He also shot a glare in Ancestor Myu's way.

It was because of this Profound sect ancestor that the arena almost became a marketplace.

'You dare ignore me?'

Emperor Shao almost pulled blood seeing Ancestor Myu look his way and roll his eyes.

Emperor Shao couldn't recall the last time in his life someone dared to ignore him.

'Good... good... what a good profound Sect. It's bad enough you're eating and drinking such intoxicating delicacies all to yourself. And now, you don't take my threats seriously?'

If he didn't take them a lesson, wouldn't he later be mocked in secret by them?

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It took no more than 3 seconds before the arena regained its former calmness.

Many focused on the competitions, concluding that although Batang was great, he was just one person. So how can he alone turn the tide for the Profound Sect?

"Heh. I bet this is all they can do"

Many people thought so, but as the competition progressed, so did the changes on everyone's face.

"How terrible is this Hulan Yi's comprehension? And why does she keep calling herself Katana? Although I can't wait to chew her bones, I have to admit her Fan Lift attack is too strong!"

"No! What about the one called Bohn Owo? Am I blind? Or did I just see lightning flash through his eyes before he could touch his hammer? No way! He called himself Thor, a God of thunder! Can he truly be one?"

"Bloody Hell! Did you see how Bho Jin used his Roronoro Zoro 3-sword style to completely obliterate a genius from Yanging whom he thought would win?"

Damn!

Many lamented they didn't have such amazing skills.

Maybe the coolest thing was that after the match, Bho Jin took the defeated person's flag and began mumbling for wine.

What kind of person are you that throughout your battles, all you were thinking of was setting your throat with wine?

Did you not take your opponent seriously? Did you not consider his feelings here?

Why did they feel that Bho Jin was suddenly looking very lazy?

The way he walked and his whole demeanor looked like he couldn't be bothered with his surroundings.

Hey..

The other disciples around him also had unique personalities, like one called Bihn Owo who released extremely long claws from his knuckles.

What was this? He called himself Wolverine, and they must see, watching his fight was too good.

It wasn't just their skills that made the higher-ups shocked.

Was it just them or was this group of people more fearless than their disciples?

"Can you all see it?" Sect Master Randol of the Red Tiger Sect questioned.

"I don't know what they've gone through, but they have far more experience than our disciples."

"What? How Can that be? Just look at how young this one called Wolverine is compared to his opponent.

Their age difference is nearly 180 years!"

"And yet, he beat him, after they were at a draw for too long. It should be a shame for someone to lose to an opponent 3 steps down."

"Indeed. It's clear that the boy Bihn Owo is weaker, yet he won by a hair's length."

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Right from the beginning, Bihn Owo was struggling with his opponent who was of course stronger than him by 3 steps.

Bihn Owo was at the late stage of the 6th Dan, while his opponent was at the late stage of the 7th Dan.

Not early, not middle but late stage of the 7th Dan!

Each step signified incredible strength.

So how can they be the same?

No, no... how can Bihn Owo win in the end?

From the start, he had been struggling.

But the big difference between the 2 was that Bihn Owo seemed to have eyes at every corner of his head

Many opened and closed their mouths with no word.

"What sort of training had they put the boy through for him to have such sharp reflexes?"

"_"

[Everyone in the Park]:... Why don't try surviving in Boss Chu's brutal worlds and see if you don't develop sharp reflexes too?

Every day, people die at least 50 times in all sorts of ways they didn't even know was possible.

Imagine starting a new game and dying 30 seconds after the game started.

The amazing thing is that they only have 6 hours to play.

So do you know how often they've died and resurrected back with vengeance only to be beaten to nothing?

And the pain was so real it made them numb to the thought of death.

Bihn Owo might be weaker than his opponent but he was moving his body so relaxed and seemingly bored as if his opponent's attacks were too predictable.

Only experience can give you such confidence.

So what did these Profound Sect people do to train such a monster?

Many realized it wasn't only Bihn Owo acting this way, as the other disciples from the Profound sect did the same too.

The many plans to ambush them failed woefully, which frightened even the Yanging higher-ups supervising the scene within the forest.

These people weren't like the other supervising guards running around. No.

These people were well hidden in a towering peak that aged a good view of Forest's competition site.

They were also in charge of increasing the competition difficulty since the entire forest was laced with countless formations that all did different things.

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"Its been 2 days since the competitions began. This isn't good. We can't keep things going this way." A white long bearded Merlin-looking man stated.

"If we do, there is a possibility of us losing... I never thought such words could come out of my mouth."

"Indeed... we must act fast and kill them before the time-lapse is over! Look! A few of them have gathered at the roaring desert."

"Are you suggesting we..."

"Yes. Since it has come to this, we will release the Sand Cragwers! I'm sure they've never faced anything like this and will be too unprepared!"

"_" [Profound Sect Disciples who faced hell in Sandovia Simulation world.]

A few minutes later, the elders looked like they had eaten dog shit.

How did these people sense danger underneath their feet? magic

The profound Sect disciples never thought of fighting these creatures but only attacked them when fleeing.

Not all of them were strong enough to face such powerful beings.

Knowing your strengths and picking up battles are important.

The elders were annoyed because no one was injured or killed.

It was as though these disciples knew of their plans, taking off before the sand creatures could fully reveal themselves.

Rather, it was some of their disciples who got injured with some taken out of the competition as many hidden guards swooped in to save them when they were inches away from being eaten.

(×_×)

....

Although many hated to admit it, the competitions didn't exactly go as planned.

However, there was more to it than what many saw.

In a faraway corner, a disciple of the Drunken Valley Sect, Yanging's 3rd strongest sect, calmly laid on his back while his companions kept watch on crossed legs.

Seeing as they weren't focused on him, the man slowly reached for his pockets, taking out a vial containing a dark grueling liquid that bubbled deadly just in its container.

Good... it was time to bury the darkness just as planned.

This was where the real competition for survival would begin!