Dual Cultivator with a cultivation system

He drew a sword this time, his eyes flashing with a hint of killing intent. Wang Ming raised an eyebrow when he sensed it but didn't react much. Compared to his own killing intent, it was like comparing an ocean to a drop of water.

"Looks like you want to kill me, huh? I don't mind—many have tried before. But are you sure you want to do that here in the sect? You'll be expelled," Wang Ming said calmly. Killing a fellow disciple outside of an authorized death match meant severe punishment—expulsion at best, death at worst, depending on the elders' judgment.

"Heh… maybe I won't cripple your cutlivation. I'll just cripple you—cut off an arm or something," the disciple said, breaking into a cold sweat. But he quickly retracted his killing intent, realizing the consequences, and instead looked at Wang Ming with a mocking smile

Wang Ming raised an eyebrow, and his lips curled into a slight smirk as he looked at the disciple with a casual smile—something that, for some reason, irritated the other party.

"What are you smiling at?" the disciple asked with a frown on his face.

"Is that sword a family heirloom or something?" Wang Ming asked.

"Yeah, how did you know?" the disciple responded, genuinely curious. That sword had been passed down in his family and was once used by his grandfather.

"Does the sword give some kind of boost in speed or anything?" Wang Ming asked curiously.

"No… when has a sword ever boosted speed?" the disciple replied, confused.

Wang Ming gave him a strange look. "Then how do you plan to even hit me? Earlier, your punches couldn't land. Now you're using a sword that's twice your size—and you're a dwarf."

The disciple froze.

When Wang Ming first saw him, he had been surprised to find a dwarf among the sect's disciples. Still, he chose to treat him normally, as mocking someone for their appearance was beneath him. However, since this guy had picked a fight and drawn a sword nearly bigger than himself, the scene was simply too comical—Wang Ming couldn't resist poking fun.

"F*ck! How dare you!" the disciple shouted, charging at Wang Ming in a fury—his sensitive pride clearly wounded.

"Hah! You still can't hit me. Not only are you short, but you're also average-looking. I bet you're still a virgin," Wang Ming mocked further. The disciple wasn't ugly, but in a sect filled with handsome men and beautiful women, he did appear fairly average.

Hearing that, the disciple became even angrier. He activated a speed-enhancing technique and increased the pace of his attacks—but to his growing frustration, Wang Ming still dodged them effortlessly.

Wang Ming watched calmly as the disciple bolted toward him at a much higher speed. He could easily tell the disciple was using some kind of technique, but even then, it made no difference to him. He yawned and casually dodged every blow, noting with amusement that the disciple was becoming even paler than before.

"Impossible! How are you dodging everything?" the disciple exclaimed in disbelief as he kept trying to hit him.

"Hmm, maybe if you used a sword that actually matched your size, you'd have a chance at landing a hit," Wang Ming said in a deliberately provoking tone.

"Damn you!" the disciple roared and continued his assault. But after a few minutes, his face turned grim as fatigue began to set in. He realized he couldn't land a single hit.

Then, his gaze shifted toward Bai Lingxi and the other girls. Having already noticed how close they were to Wang Ming, he concluded they must be his partners. A vicious idea formed in his mind. Without warning, he broke off from Wang Ming and charged toward the girls with a malicious glint in his eyes.

"Eh?" Wang Ming raised an eyebrow and watched with an amused look as the disciple charged toward the girls—but made no move to stop him.

Then, a loud sound rang out—"Bang!" followed by "Crack!"

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Bai Lingxi and the girls were watching the man desperately try to hit Wang Ming, only to see him dodge and even mock the attacker.

"Sigh, his habit of provoking others is still top-notch," Shi Yu said with a sigh as she watched the disciple grow more and more frustrated with each passing moment.

"Oh?" Bai Lingxi raised an eyebrow when she saw the disciple stop attacking Wang Ming and instead turn his gaze toward them. A moment later, he dashed toward them with all his might.

"Snort, does he think we're weak?" Shi Yu thought. The type of man she hated most was the one who assumed women were weaker, as it brought back memories of being helpless and abused by her ex-husband.

"Hey, spread out. Let's see who he thinks is the weakest," Bai Lingxi said with some interest. The girls rolled their eyes at her but still followed her lead.

Bai Lingxi was confident. Even though they had suppressed their cultivation, she was sure she wouldn't be the one targeted. But her smile froze when she saw that bastard charging straight at her.

Her eyes turned cold when she sensed his intent. Judging by the way he held the sword, it was clear he was aiming to cut her robes and humiliate her in public.

Snort.

With a cold snort, she watched the disciple dash toward her with a hint of lust in his eyes. But just as he was inches away, she pinched his face.

A sound of bones shattering echoed as several bones in his face cracked. He flew backward and crashed to the ground.

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"Damn, how dare you hit me?! Don't you know it's a crime for an Outer Court disciple to hit an Inner Court disciple?" the disciple shouted shamelessly, clutching his bloody nose.

'Hah, what he says is actually true,' Wang Ming thought. It was one of those unfair rules in the sect—meant to "motivate" Outer Court disciples to work harder. It was effective in a twisted way, since no one liked being crushed and unable to retaliate due to fear of expulsion.

"Senior Fang Juan!" the disciple's eyes lit up when he saw a familiar figure passing by.