Chapter 127: No One Can Defeat Me, Yet I Was Defeated Again

Jade Cauldron Sect.

The handsome young man was in low spirits, still unable to shake off the shadow of his companion's death. As he recounted the events to his master, the intense terror still gripped him. Every time he recalled that scene, he felt immense agony. Yet, his master insisted that he describe the process in detail. If one lacked the courage to even face such things, their path to enlightenment would be utterly destroyed.

Daring not to disobey, the handsome man steeled himself and spoke. "I felt only one thing at that moment. Facing a strike like that, even if my cultivation base had not been sealed, I would have been unable to block it..."

He was heartbroken; his fellow disciple had died tragically under the enemy's blade, and he had been completely powerless to defend him.

His master, a profound cultivator at the Spirit Division stage who appeared to be in his twenties, sat across from him. He glanced at him calmly and said, "You are likely unaware, but the other sect disciples who entered the human realm have all died as well."

The handsome man froze, looking up at his master in astonishment.

"The soul tablets of those who explored that ancient tomb have all shattered. Their time of death was earlier than Fan Shuang's."

Fan Shuang was the square-faced youth who had been cut down by Song Yue.

The handsome man looked dejected, murmuring, "Was it that person who did that, too?"

His master shook his head slightly. "Unknown."

He then looked at his disciple. "You and Fan Shuang are both array masters; your talents do not lie in combat. It is normal for the secular world to occasionally produce a few stunningly gifted young people, so you should not take the full blame for this. There is no need to reproach yourself too much. I have already sent people into the human realm to retrieve those great medicines."

The handsome man hesitated but could not help saying, "Master, that person... he is truly strong!"

The young and handsome Spirit Division master said calmly, "No matter how strong he is, he cannot surpass the ceiling of the human realm. Those who go there can temporarily unleash powers at the level of breaking that ceiling; he has nowhere to run!"

The handsome man said nothing more, but deep in his heart, there was a faint sense of unease.

China had become quiet. Although the internet remained abuzz, everyone in the Chinese cultivation and martial arts circles could clearly feel that the number of Western forces frequently appearing on Chinese soil had significantly decreased. When they were encountered, their attitudes had changed drastically; they were no longer as aggressive as before.

Countless people couldn't help but praise in their hearts: That mysterious expert wearing the silver mask is truly impressive! With his own strength, he had intimidated those foreign forces, making them no longer dare to be arrogant.

In recent days, Song Yue had been guiding his sister in her cultivation, while Wen Rou focused on alchemy. Although she was not a top-tier physician, after comprehending the alchemy books and scriptures, she felt somewhat confident in treating the Dao injuries on Xiao Mei's body.

Song Yue had obtained a branch from the red coral and a small amount of materials from the pink mushroom. According to Wen Rou, the pill they could refine, even if it couldn't fully heal his mother's Dao injuries, would at least alleviate them significantly, allowing her to resume cultivation. Although she had lost many years, making a fresh start would be difficult, but at least she would not be in her previous state. This was a good beginning.

Lately, Song Yue's interstellar communicator had been receiving constant messages from "No One Can Defeat Me," challenging him to a duel. He had been too busy to respond, dragging it out until today, when the opponent sent another message: "Friend, you wouldn't be chickening out, would you?"

Chickening out? Song Yue decided it was time to teach him a lesson.

He informed his family, then used his thoughts to pilot the flying saucer, heading toward the sun. Upon returning to his starship, Song Yue entered the virtual cabin and logged into the virtual world.

He sent a reply to "No One Can Defeat Me": "Come, let us fight!"

The response was almost instantaneous: "Good!"

Soon, Song Yue entered the designated arena room. He appeared on the arena floor piloting his basic, white-board mech—though it was no longer completely basic, as it now featured a greatsword, the one he had looted from "No One Can Defeat Me" last time.

As he appeared on the stage, a wave of noise erupted from the surrounding stands. Countless people who had heard the news and logged on were excited.

"The Martial Arts Great Saint has arrived!"
"Why is he still using basic gear? 'No One Can Defeat Me' could crush him just with equipment advantage, right?"
"I feel like this Martial Arts Great Saint... is being a bit arrogant."

Public opinion was no longer one-sided. Everyone who had seen the video of the Martial Arts Great Saint defeating "No One Can Defeat Me" was deeply interested in this expert who piloted a basic mech.

Ling Xiaohan also appeared in the stands. She had been looking forward to this match for a long time. She had studied that video dozens of times, and the more she watched, the more she felt that certain combat movements of the Martial Arts Great Saint were very similar to Song Yue's. But she couldn't be entirely sure; similarity did not equate to identity. Regardless, she was highly interested in the battle.

Chen Musheng soon appeared on the arena in a mech. A roar of surprise swept through the stands. A basic mech! Chen Musheng had actually appeared on the stage in a basic mech as well. Coincidentally, behind his mech was strapped a greatsword identical to the one Song Yue carried.

Everyone became excited.

"Hahaha, this is interesting! 'No One Can Defeat Me' is trying to wash away his shame by fighting fire with fire!"
"The question is... can he do it?" someone questioned. "Even with such advanced mechs last time, he was no match for the Martial Arts Great Saint. Now that he's driving a basic one... what is he trying to do?"

"We can see that 'No One Can Defeat Me' is very confident in himself, appearing on the arena directly in a basic mech..." a live streamer said excitedly, aiming their camera at the arena.

On the virtual network, countless people following the battle were equally excited. What was the biggest highlight of mech combat? Intense metal-on-metal collisions! That kind of hard-hitting battle was the most thrilling. Seeing how bold "No One Can Defeat Me" was, countless people began to look forward to the fight.

On the arena, Chen Musheng looked at Song Yue and said in a deep voice, "For over a month, I have been honing my combat skills. I must thank you for helping me understand the essence of mech combat!"

"Remember to pay the tuition," Song Yue replied.

Their exchange drew roars of laughter from the crowd. Inside the basic mech, Chen Musheng's expression remained unchanged. "As long as you can defeat me, that won't be a problem!"

He drew the sharp greatsword from his back, held it with both hands, and looked at Song Yue. "Come, let me see how much you have improved in this past month!"

Song Yue didn't draw his sword. Using a voice changer, he said, "Why is the sword the same as last time? Why didn't you get me a higher-level sword to loot? Or can two identical swords be combined into a more advanced one?"

He was trash-talking to mess with his opponent's head!

Chen Musheng sneered, "Defeat me, and you get the whole set!"

With that, he leaped into the air and slashed fiercely at Song Yue's mech.

*Hum!*

A soul-stirring hum echoed over the arena. Black flames ignited on the blade of the greatsword!

"Magic!"
"My god, 'No One Can Defeat Me' has actually brought his real-life supernatural powers into the virtual world!"
"This is too intense!"

Watching the greatsword burning with black flames descend, Song Yue didn't dodge. Instead, he bent his knees slightly, leaped into the air, and threw a punch—straight at the razor-sharp blade! A massive amount of lightning appeared on the fist of his basic mech, looking incredibly cool.

Ling Xiaohan, who had been sitting in the stands, stood up abruptly, her eyes locked on the lightning crackling on the fist of Song Yue's mech.

"That jerk!"

At this moment, she was almost one hundred percent certain that this Martial Arts Great Saint, who had once crushed her fifty times in a row, was none other than the "comrade-in-arms" Song Yue, with whom she had fought in the underground palace on Tianyue Planet! She had seen others perform that thunder-infused punch, but putting all the information together, the Martial Arts Great Saint had to be Song Yue!

*Did he know all along that I was 'Charming Little Demon'? And I told him... I would teach him about mechs? I told him... my mech combat skills were brilliant? Was he laughing his head off?*

Ling Xiaohan felt she was one step away from social suicide. How embarrassing!

*Boom!*

Song Yue's thunderous punch slammed into the descending blade, sending sparks flying with a sharp, explosive sound. Then, his other hand formed a fist and struck upward, directly into the chest of Chen Musheng's mech. The terrifying lightning ripped through the mech's meager armor, blasting a large hole and sending sparks showering everywhere.

And this... was just the beginning!

After blocking the sword and punching a hole in the chest, Song Yue's mech sank slightly, reached out, and grabbed the other mech's ankles, dragging it down from mid-air. He then swung it with all his might, smashing it against the sturdy arena floor.

*Boom!*

The entire arena shook violently, the sound echoing in everyone's hearts. Everyone was stunned into silence. Even Ling Xiaohan, currently in a state of semi-social suicide, was dumbfounded.

*What the hell?* "No One Can Defeat Me" had appeared with such bravado and confidence, only to be smashed to pieces in a single round?

*Clang! Clang! Clang!*

Song Yue didn't let go after the first smash; he continued to swing Chen Musheng's mech, slamming it into the ground again and again. Once, twice, three times...

On the scene and across the virtual network, everyone was ignited!

"Holy cow, that's badass!"
"Martial Arts Great Saint, godlike!"
"I'm cracked, I'm literally cracked right now!"
"That was so domineering! This is what you call mech combat. Hahaha, 'No One Can Defeat Me'... will he ever dare to use such an arrogant name again?"
"No One Can Defeat Me has rage-quit in disgrace..."

This violent fighting style was something even the most advanced mech couldn't withstand, let alone a basic one. Within moments, "No One Can Defeat Me's" mech was reduced to a pile of parts. The cockpit was completely exposed.

Song Yue controlled his mech to raise a fist and slammed it toward the lonely cockpit. Chen Musheng inside closed his eyes, waiting for death. Instead, he felt five giant metal fingers tap gently on his cockpit cover: "Remember the wager. Send it to my account. Looking forward to your next challenge."

Chen Musheng: "..."

For Song Yue, this battle couldn't be called satisfying. The opponent was too weak. He wasn't a martial artist at all, yet he dreamed of defeating a young Grandmaster of Martial Arts using combat techniques. He was simply too naive!

As Song Yue prepared to log off, he received a message from "Charming Little Demon" with only three words: "Big liar!"

*Huh?* Was that silly Ling Xiaohan there too? *I was careless!*

Song Yue scratched his head. Before he could reply, messages came in like a barrage.

"What's wrong? Feeling guilty?"
"Do you feel too ashamed to face me after being so excessive?"
"Hmph, I am magnanimous, I won't lower myself to your level!"
"Come to think of it, it was my training. If I hadn't given you careful guidance back then, how would you have today?"
"Tell me, how are you going to thank me?"

*Holy cow!* Song Yue felt his head throb. Did this girl have a social addiction? It was impressive how she could turn a social-suicide situation around like that.

"Leiming and the others aren't there, right?" Song Yue replied.

For a long time, there was no reply from "Charming Little Demon." Eventually, she sent a series of angry emojis and a voice message: "If you dare to tell anyone about this, you're dead!"

*Hahaha!* Song Yue's mood improved instantly.

He replied: "I can keep quiet, but you have to show some sincerity, don't you?"

Charming Little Demon: "What do you mean? You bullied me so many times, and you still want benefits?"

Song Yue laughed and replied: "You don't care about social suicide anyway, you don't have to give me anything."

Charming Little Demon: "Anyway, you are not allowed to tell them you are the Martial Arts Great Saint, or I'm not done with you!"

Song Yue smiled: "Alright, then you should pray they don't see this video, otherwise... I suspect you aren't the only one who can guess it's me."

Charming Little Demon: "..."

Then she logged off.

Song Yue emerged from the virtual cabin and stretched. It felt good to relax in the virtual community occasionally. There were people to play with and money to be made.

At that moment, he received an email from "No One Can Defeat Me" containing an encrypted pick-up code. *A man of his word!*

Song Yue excitedly sent a message back: "Thanks! When are we fighting again?"

No One Can Defeat Me: "No more fighting. I've decided to quit the network!"

Song Yue: "..."

*Was that necessary? Can't handle such a small setback?* But he didn't mind. Using mechs to fight in the virtual community was just a pastime for him. He wasn't a professional player, nor did he rely on it for money; he was just playing for fun.

Exiting the starship, he piloted his flying saucer back to Earth. As soon as the saucer entered the atmosphere, Song Yue received a message from Sun Tong: "Where are you? Those people from over there have come knocking again!"

Song Yue's smile vanished, and his brows furrowed. *One after another, it never ends, does it?*