The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Chapter 66 Defeating the most Talented Disciple?!

"ENOUGH!"

Elder Han's voice boomed like thunder cracking the heavens. His glare could have flattened mountains, but the disciples quaked more at his next words:

"Anyone who flees now, I'll kill you myself! This is Iron Mountain Peak! A mangy beast will not disgrace it!"

He shot into the air, the ground fracturing beneath his feet.

WHOOSH!

Elder Han's right fist ballooned with spiritual energy, glowing brighter than a pissed-off sun. By the time he reached the Crimson Ore Behemoth, his punch was less "fist" and more "meteor of annihilation."

ROOOOAR!

The behemoth swung its colossal, ore-encrusted arm to counter.

BOOOOM!

The impact shook the heavens. Trees flattened. Rocks soared. Somewhere, a squirrel died of shock. The mountains groaned as if questioning their life choices.

For a moment, the beast stood firm, its shimmering ore body like a fortress forged by the cosmos.

But then—

KACHA!

A crack. Then another.

The beast's arm shattered, fragments raining like a crimson meteor shower. With a final, earth-shattering boom, the beast collapsed into a pile of glittering rubble.

Elder Han descended like an avenging god, dusting off his sleeve with the same nonchalance one might show while swatting a fly. His cold eyes turned to Su Xiaobai and his companions.

"You three... don't think this is over."

Su Xiaobai groaned, rubbing his temples as Xiao Hei dangled from his arm like a particularly annoying ornament. Her mischievous grin promised trouble, the kind that would likely end with him buried alive—or worse.

"Touch one more thing," Su Xiaobai growled, "and I swear I'll seal you in a cave so deep, even the worms will pity you."

Xiao Lu sighed, her robes half-covered in dust. "Master, maybe dial down the threats. Especially in front of the guy who just punched a mountain to death."

Su Xiaobai stiffened, his gaze darting to Elder Han, who now looked like he could freeze a sun with sheer disdain. "...Noted," he muttered.

The crowd remained deathly silent.

The destruction of the Crimson Ore Behemoth was a tale for the ages, but nobody envied Su Xiaobai—not with Elder Han's predatory gaze locked on him.

The wind howled through the ruins, carrying the faint clink of falling ore fragments, as if the mountains themselves sighed in pity.

BAM!

With a deafening destruction, Han Xuan landed, the earth splintering beneath his weight. He stood like a mountain given human form: bald, scarred, and radiating the kind of aura that made children cry and grown men reconsider their life choices.

Su Xiaobai looked him up and down. A walking slab of granite. Wonderful.

Cupping his fists, Su Xiaobai plastered on his most innocent smile. "Senior, we're here for the sect's recruitment. As for the, uh… incident? Nothing to do with us."

Han Xuan's eyes narrowed. His gaze swept over the nine disciples behind him before landing on Xiao Lu.

"You're late," he growled. His voice hit like a hammer. "And her—"

"No core. No entry," he spat, his disdain a boulder dropped into the conversation.

Then his eyes caught Xiao Hei, still dangling from Su Xiaobai's sleeve. Suspicion flickered in his expression, but before he could speak, Su Xiaobai flicked his wrist, and Xiao Hei vanished into the ring world. His smile didn't waver.

"She's not part of the recruitment, Senior," Su Xiaobai said smoothly.

Han Xuan grunted, but curiosity lingered in his gaze. What the hell was that?

"And her?" he barked, pointing at Xiao Lu.

"My maid," Su Xiaobai replied without missing a beat.

Xiao Lu bowed stiffly.

Han Xuan sneered. "A Foundation Establishment maid? Humph! Looks like you're swimming in wealth, boy."

He stepped closer, towering over Su Xiaobai like a thundercloud about to burst. His voice dropped,."This mess is your fault." He gestured to the wreckage. "Here's the deal: pick one of the nine disciples. Beat them in a single round, and you're in. Lose, and you'll clean this up. For free."

The crowd murmured. This was unexpected. The 'Iron Peak Tyrant', offering a chance?

His reputation painted him as merciless, yet here he was, granting an opportunity—however harsh it seemed.

"Could it be…" someone whispered, their voice trembling. "The sect truly values fairness above all?"

"Even against outsiders?" another murmured, their tone laced with awe.

For a moment, even the scornful disciples behind Han Xuan hesitated, glancing at their peak master with newfound respect. The righteousness of the Xiantian Sect wasn't just a story, it seemed.

Han Xuan's grin turned cruel. "If you lose, don't even bother begging. Dogs earn their scraps."

Su Xiaobai gave a faint smile, stepping forward with a casual flick of his sleeve. "Senior's terms are fair." His gaze swept the nine disciples. "So, who's ready to take a beating?"

Hiss~!

The rest froze. The disciples narrowed their eyes, anger flickering like sparks.

Han Xuan's lips twitched, amusement breaking through his frost. "A maniac? Good. I like maniacs."

The disciples lined up.Three men. Five women. All glaring daggers, their glares sharp enough to skin a dragon.

Su Xiaobai's gaze flitted over them:

A thin man with a sword, glaring daggers. Too sharp.

A burly, short fighter with crackling thunder fists. Too punchy.

A mysterious masked man with a spear. Too edgy.

A silver-haired ice queen, Mei Yuilin, radiating frosty disdain. Su Xiaobai's lip curled. Too frosty.

Mei Yuilin huffed. How dare he dismiss her so quickly?

Another woman had spikes growing out of her—nope. Two adorable twins sparkled with deceptive innocence. Also nope.

Then there was… her. Yu Feiyan, a celestial maiden with starlit eyes and a soft, teasing smile, her robes shimmering like moonlight as if the heavens themselves had tailored them.

But her aura? Weak as a newborn kitten.

The weakest of the nine, barely scratching the initial stage of the Core Formation Realm.

"Perfect," Su Xiaobai muttered.

Yu Feiyan blinked, surpised, then smirked, waving coyly. "Hi, little brother~" Her tone practically screamed trouble.

She wasn't worried at all. If it had been a female opponent, her odds might have faltered—there was always the risk of clashing against someone resistant to her charms. But to defeat a man? Among the three male disciples selected for admission today, she dared say none could resist the pull of her Siren Technique.

It was her trump card, she haven't revealed yet, a skill honed to perfection, capable of shaking even the most disciplined minds.

Su Xiaobai ignored the red flags. He wasn't here to flirt; he was here to survive.

Han Xuan's face twisted, dark as storm clouds about to spill their fury. "You're picking her? Fine! Get on the stage!"

His voice thundered, but his disappointment was louder. Su Xiaobai wasn't the valiant fool Iron Peak revered—he was a rat sniffing for the path of least resistance. Not wrong, but it left a sour taste.

Yu Feiyan's lips curled, her voice dripping honey and mockery. "Be gentle, little brother. I bruise easily."

Su Xiaobai raised a hand like a magistrate halting an execution. "Wait, senior! Wait!"

Han Xuan's patience was fraying. "What now?"

Clearing his throat, Su Xiaobai stood tall, as if addressing the celestial courts themselves. "Senior, it's unjust to force me to choose like this. I believe in the will of heaven! Let the divine guide me to my opponent!"

Silence. The kind that spoke of collective confusion. Even Han Xuan blinked, clearly wondering if this brat had been dropped on his head at birth.

"…Heaven?" someone whispered.

"What's this idiot yammering about?"

But Su Xiaobai wasn't speaking to them. His gaze tilted skyward, a sly grin tugging at his lips. Beneath his breath, he muttered, 'Alright, you guys up there, enough watching! You've been laughing at me all chapter. Time to pull your weight. Do me a favor and point out the weakest one, alright?'

He then crouched, grabbing nine pebbles from the dirt. "Let's see who the heavens deem… uh, unlucky today."

He tossed the pebbles skyward, their rough surfaces catching the sunlight like stars in freefall. It was a beautiful sight, utterly wasted on a fool's errand.

"What in the—" Han Xuan's words halted mid-sentence, confusion plain in his voice.

"Maybe he really is heaven's favorite idiot," someone whispered.

Su Xiaobai watched the stones soar, his expression serene. Heaven will guide me… or at least gravity will. He'd decided this was foolproof: whoever couldn't block a falling pebble was obviously the weakest. Perfect logic.

The stones arced high and began their descent. Su Xiaobai's eyes darted between the disciples, muttering, "C'mon, someone mess up… don't make me look like an idiot here…"

The disciples stood motionless, their expressions ranging from mild disdain to outright pity. Not a single pebble was dodged or deflected.

Then, a sudden gust of wind roared through the arena, redirecting the stones.

Peng!

Peng!

Peng!

The pebbles ricocheted off heads, shoulders, and weapons, but the final one smacked into Li Jianfeng's forehead with the precision of a celestial decree.

"…"

The swordsman froze, his hand twitching instinctively to deflect the offending rock a second too late.

"Good!" Su Xiaobai's grin widened. "Senior, I pick him! Heaven's guidance is absolute!"

Li Jianfeng stood motionless, his expression shifting from disbelief to murderous intent. The crowd erupted into laughter, the absurdity of the situation dawning on them: Su Xiaobai had just "chosen" the strongest disciple present.

Han Xuan snorted, struggling to suppress his laughter. "Are you sure? That's Li Jianfeng, he's the strongest of the lot. The Heaven's trying to get you killed, brat."

Su Xiaobai's smile froze, and a twitch tugged at his lips. "Strongest? Not… weakest?"