The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

Chapter 67 Two against one!

"Strongest? Not… weakest?"

His stomach dropped as Li Jianfeng's glared at him like a vengeful spirit.

"I'll kill you," Li Jianfeng growled, his tone low and deadly.

Su Xiaobai groaned, rubbing his temples. 'You traitorous bastards… I asked for the weakest, not the strongest…'

Xiao Lu, his ever-loyal but perpetually exhausted maid, stepped closer with a groan. "Master, you really have a gift… for making everything worse."

"Ha-ha-ha," Han Xuan clapped his hands, his smirk widening. "Good, brat! You've got guts, I'll give you that. If you win, his reward is yours. If not, it's Li Jianfeng's by right." With a flourish, he revealed a glowing crimson orb, pulsating with intense energy.

Su Xiaobai's eyes widened. "Is that—?"

"The core of the Crimson Ore Behemoth," Han Xuan confirmed with a smirk.

Excited murmurs rippled through the audience. If they'd known such a treasure was at stake, they might've fought harder during the third round of the Material Ascension Arena.

Su Xiaobai's grin slowly returned. 'If I get that, I'll have enough spare spiritual energy to summon Xiao Mei. Haha, and here I was doubting those bastards for no reason! Su Xiaobai, you genius… Alright, time to play along.'

Han Xuan's voice boomed. "BEGIN!"

"Eat this!" Li Jianfeng roared, not wasting a second—his rage at Su Xiaobai already boiling over. He stormed onto the stage, unsheathing his blade in one swift motion. His aura flared, the ground trembling beneath his feet.

"Crimson Sword—First Form: Severing Slash!"

Flames erupted from his blade, spiraling into a whirlwind of blazing crimson energy. The arena filled with scorching heat as the attack screamed toward Su Xiaobai, a tidal wave of fiery death.

Su Xiaobai froze, the reflection of the flames growing larger in his wide eyes.

And in that moment, he knew one thing with absolute certainty: he had royally fucked up.

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"Ugh… not this shit again…" Su Xiaobai groaned, wiping soot from his face as the arena erupted in fire.

The battle had drawn a crowd—outer court disciples, a few elders, and curious onlookers drawn by the sight of the Crimson Ore Behemoth. What they got instead was Su Xiaobai, bruised but still standing, facing off against a furious opponent who looked ready to burn the world down.

With a sharp 'Grand Collapsing Punch', Su Xiaobai shattered the air, the shockwave silencing murmurs of disbelief. Despite his scrappy appearance, he was holding his own.

Among the spectators, Fatty Zhou leaned against a post, chewing seeds. Beside him, Xiao Yu struggled under a swarm of outer court girls shoving love letters into his arms.

"Zhou Fang, can you please help me?" Xiao Yu asked, his voice strained but polite as another handkerchief landed on his growing pile.

"Not a chance," Fatty Zhou said, spitting out a seed shell. "You're the one who beat Elder Liu's brat last week. Don't act surprised."

Xiao Yu sighed, adjusting the letters. "I didn't ask to be popular." He followed Zhou's gaze to the stage—and froze. "Wait… is that...?"

Fatty Zhou squinted, laughing. "Right—What the hell? He's alive!"

"I thought he died back in the trials!" Xiao Yu whispered. Memories of the weeping emperor's cave surfaced—crumbling chambers, deadly traps, and Elder Bai Yujian's sword slicing through the final collapse to save them.

They'd barely escaped. Su Xiaobai, they'd assumed, hadn't.

"How the hell did that bastard survive?" Fatty Zhou muttered.

Xiao Yu's gaze on the stage. 'Not just alive… he's fighting...'

They turned to Su Xiaobai's opponent, a dark-haired youth wielding a crimson sword that pulsed like a living thing. Its blade glowed, drinking Su Xiaobai's blood from the ground, its flames roaring higher with every drop.

"That sword's alive," Xiao Yu said softly.

Fatty Zhou frowned. "Alive? Like it talks?"

"No," Xiao Yu replied, his tone measured. "It's a soul-grade weapon. Ancient, bloodthirsty, and dangerous."

"Great. So he's fighting a guy and his man-eating sword," Fatty Zhou said, shaking his head. "Why doesn't he just flash the Elder Bai token and walk into the sect?"

Xiao Yu hesitated. 'Maybe… he thinks we are dead?'

On the stage, Su Xiaobai groaned as his opponent raised the sword high.

"Crimson Sword—Second Form: Blazing Sun!"

A blazing orb condensed above the sword, radiating unbearable heat. The stage cracked under it's heat.

"…Fantastic," Su Xiaobai muttered.

The sword's pissed, the guy's pissed, and he's about to get roasted.

WHOOSH!

The fiery orb shot forward like a falling star. Su Xiaobai clenched his teeth, his qi condensing into a blade at his fingertip.

"Seven Moves of Judgement—Sky-Splitting Blade!"

BAM!

The two attacks collided with a thunderous roar, scattering flames and light across the arena. When the smoke cleared, Su Xiaobai was lying bloodied but grinning, his tattered robes barely scattered around him.

From the stands, Fatty Zhou let out a whistle. "You know, I think that lunatic might actually win."

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"Surrender already!"

Li Jianfeng's voice roared like a beast, his grip on the crimson sword trembling with fury. He stalked toward Su Xiaobai, who lay sprawled on the scorched stage, broken, beaten, and—grinning.

That grin. That fucking grin.

Li Jianfeng's jaw tightened, a vein throbbing at his temple. "Tch. Still acting tough, you useless cockroach?" He sneered, raising his sword. Blood seeped from his wounds, but the blade wasn't done. Its sinister aura clawed at him, feasting on his blood like a parasitic leech.

"Damn it…" he muttered. The sword wasn't just hungry—it was starting to take over.

"What a nasty little weapon…" Elder Han Xuan observed from the stands, his voice low. The sword pulsed with an evil that sent shivers down his spine. This wasn't just a tool—it was a predator, and its prey included its wielder.

Li Jianfeng's patience snapped. Raising the blade high, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Su Xiaobai's infuriating grin. "Let's see if you can grin when your head's rolling—"

WHOOSH!

Han Xuan moved, his figure blurring as he shot forward. "STOP—!" He reached out, aiming to snatch the blade before it devoured the boy entirely.

But someone, or something, was faster.

PUCHI!

A wet, tearing sound echoed across the arena. Gasps erupted as blood sprayed the stage.

Standing behind Li Jianfeng was a small figure, soaked in crimson. Her delicate hands held something grisly—his spine.

She'd ripped it clean out, like pulling weeds from a garden.

"Wh—"

CRASH!

Li Jianfeng collapsed, his body hitting the stage.

SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!

Blood spurted from the gaping hole in his torso, pooling around the fallen cimson sword, which trembled like a satiated predator.

The girl—a petite, blood-drenched shadow—stood silent, a terrifying smile curling her lips. The air around her froze, as if death itself had stepped onto the stage.

Su Xiaobai groaned, sitting up and dusting himself off like a man waking from a nap. "Not bad," he muttered, rolling his shoulders. "Lasted a whole ten minutes."

The girl tossed the spine aside like trash and approached Su Xiaobai. Despite the blood smeared across her face, her steps were eerily graceful, her movements calm.

"Perfect, Xiao Hei," Su Xiaobai replied, patting her head like she was a loyal hunting pet that had brought back a prize.

"Did… did he just win?" Fatty Zhou muttered, his round face pale as he looked at Xiao Yu, who seemed equally stunned.

"That's cheating!" a voice from the crowd finally broke the silence. "Two against one! That's unfair!"

"Yes! He cheated!"

The protests spread like wildfire, voices rising in outrage. But Elder Han Xuan's attention was fixed on Xiao Hei, his sharp gaze studying her every move. Her lifelike mannerisms. "Is that thing alive?"

Her chilling smile didn't falter as the crowd's voices grew louder.

Han Xuan frowned, shaking his head. "No. Impossible. A living being couldn't survive inside a spatial ring…" His voice trailed off, the 'ring world' was beyond what any mortal could comprehend at a glance.

Han Xuan's first thought was clear: Xiao Hei wasn't a living being.

He raised his voice to silence the crowd. "The winner of this round is Su Xiaobai!"

"What?! He cheated!" the protests grew louder.

Han Xuan's glare swept the arena, shutting them up in an instant. "Cheated? He used a puppet. Li Jianfeng used a sword. What's the problem? Or do you think a puppet's claws are somehow more unfair than a bloodthirsty sword?"

"A puppet?" someone murmured.

"He's… a puppet refiner?"

All eyes turned to Xiao Hei. Her expression remained eerily calm, her small frame betraying none of the blood she'd unleashed moments earlier.

Han Xuan stared at her, his brow furrowed. "A puppet? No… but what else could she be?" He looked at Su Xiaobai, who crouched over the Crimson Sword, inspecting it like a shiny new toy.

"Elder, can I keep this thing?" Su Xiaobai asked, his tone casual, as though he were asking for a leftover meat bun.

Han Xuan gave him a long, hard look before glancing at the sword. The weapon's blood thirsty aura still radiated, even as its flames dimmed. "…We'll have Elder Liu inspect it. If it's safe, it's yours. If not, it'll be destroyed."

"Tch." Su Xiaobai clicked his tongue but shrugged. "Fine."

The crowd remained restless, whispers swirling.

Han Xuan silenced them with a final glare. His voice dropped low, muttering to himself as he walked away. "If she's not a puppet… then what in the heavens is she?"