Dual Cultivator with a cultivation system Chapter 589: Ch-588: Public Beating

"Tian Chenyu, dare you battle me on the arena stage?" Tian Yang bellowed unwillingly while watching Wang Ming depart. At his shout, Wang Ming halted and retorted mockingly, "Even with your gang piling on, you couldn't touch a single hair of mine, yet you imagine winning one-on-one?"

Anger flushed Tian Yang's face beet red as he snapped, "Your weird technique caught me off guard. In the arena, we can unleash fully and clash to the death!"

A revival feature existed in the arena for any participant who perished, resembling the setup in the Wu Family training grounds.

"Fine," Wang Ming replied icily.

Toward the arena platform strode Wang Ming and Tian Yang, where a large crowd had already assembled to watch.

"Your minions must crave seeing you shamed before all, spreading word of this duel far and wide," Wang Ming taunted mockingly.

"You filthy half-blood!" Tian Yang balled his fists, glaring at Wang Ming with killing intent. Wang Ming's words sank in—he was doomed to lose against Tian Chenyu.

The instant they mounted the stage, the onlookers erupted in a flurry of reactions.

"Hey, look, isn't that Tian Yang and Tian Chenyu?"

"Ah, what are they doing both on the death stage?"

"Do they intend to fight to the death?"

"Are you living under a rock? Didn't the lackeys of Tian Yang spread the word of their match? Looks like even the elders and the clan head are here."

"Who do you think will win?"

"It should be Tian Chenyu, right?"

"Normally, it should be. He is at the Pure Core Realm while Tian Yang is at the Golden Core Realm—there is a massive gap. But what if he uses some underhanded methods?"

"What underhanded methods?"

"Like using artifacts that have attacks of powerful cultivators recorded, or life-saving treasures."

"That's not underhanded, it's allowed, you know."

"Tian Chenyu, all the best!"

"Tian Chenyu, I love you! Get me pregnant!"

"Holy—girls, calm down a bit!"

"Tsk, shut up, you are just jealous."

Scanning the crowd, Wang Ming spotted the clan head alongside his master, Du Hai, observing the spectacle.

"This bastard..." Tian Xue shot Tian Yang a frosty glare. Fury boiled within him over Tian Yang's challenge to Tian Chenyu, his great hope for elevating the Tian Clan. Any harm to Tian Chenyu spelled disaster. Despite the vast cultivation disparity making victory impossible for Tian Yang, risky techniques could still wound him—utterly intolerable.

Suddenly, a chill raced down Tian Yang's back as he gnashed his teeth at Tian Chenyu. Spotting the clan head's icy stare, he broke into a cold sweat.

'Fuck... I messed up. At least I have to beat him badly.' Noting the grim looks from elders and clan head, Tian Yang braced for punishment post-fight. Might as well drag Wang Ming down too.

'I will use that. Even though he will revive after dying, I will make sure he dies painfully first and cause some internal damage,' Tian Yang mused with a sinister grin.

"What… ugh!" As Tian Yang reached for an item in his storage space, Tian Chenyu blurred from sight, slamming agony into his gut before he could react.

Blood spewed from Tian Yang's mouth upon crashing down. Several bones had cracked from Tian Chenyu's strike.

Yet before rising, Wang Ming loomed over him once more, fist cocked high.

"Wa-wait!" Instinctively, Tian Yang threw up his arms to block, expecting a overhead punch—only for a kick to smash his chest instead.

"Agh!"

Agony exploded across his frame, his chest feeling pulverized by a massive rock, forcing out more blood.

"I am not done yet!" Relentlessly, Wang Ming hammered Tian Yang, venting years of pent-up rage from humiliations endured in his new role, particularly the torments during his weakness.

Silence gripped the crowd, stunned by the savage thrashing of Tian Yang; some rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

"T-That Tian Chenyu… has he always been this vicious?"

"I don't know… this is the first time I've seen him fight."

"My heavens, I have never seen such a brutal beating before."

"Why aren't they stopping the match? It's clear that Tian Chenyu is the victor."

"Tian Yang is not unconscious yet. He purposely held back—I think he wants to humiliate him further."

"What grudge does that guy hold against his own half-brother? Damn!"

"He had it coming. That smug bastard always bullied Tian Chenyu before, I saw it myself. If it were me, I'd thrash him just the same."

"Frankly, I'd prefer a knockout over enduring that kind of humiliating thrashing."

Tian Chenyu unleashed a flurry of blows upon Tian Yang, hurling his form across the arena like a mere stress-relief doll.

Satisfied at last, Tian Chenyu halted his barrage and brushed sweat from his brow. Finally released from the unending pummeling, Tian Yang staggered to his feet, fixing Tian Chenyu with blood-red eyes.

"You...! You filthy bastard! How dare you shame me like this! I'll never forgive you!" Tian Yang bellowed in rage the instant he could speak again.

He quickly pulled a vial from his space ring.

Tian Xue and the elders' eyes shrank to pinpoints at the sight of the vial.

"That's—"

Before anyone could respond, Tian Yang flung the vial, shattering it right before Tian Chenyu, as thick black smoke erupted from the dark liquid, swiftly engulfing him.