Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1173 - 605: Insult King Championship! Who Is the True Master of Verbal Sparring?

The verbal duel conference at Deyun Cave quickly unfolded.

The first round was all about verbal duels, whoever had the sharpest tongue and could deliver the most caustic insults would prevail.

This was a brutal elimination match, everyone would go all out to defeat their opponents.

Duan Yun stepped on stage shortly after, and the match began, with all sorts of insults filling the air.

Many of the contestants spoke incredibly fast, making it seem like they weren't just speaking with their mouths, but with their entire bodies.

The ones with the most sensitive bodily reactions were especially two female storytellers, who would tremble and quiver as they talked, then let out gasping sounds like "uh-huh." It sounded rather... indecent.

In fact, this was intentional on the part of the female storytellers, aiming to irritate their opponents. Once their opponent got irritated, it was easy for emotions to spiral out of control.

Watching those quick-tongued speakers, Duan Yun started to pick up some tactics.

Several people quickly emerged victorious, and it could be described as pure domination.

This was all because their voices produced resonating sound waves with very high frequencies.

In his previous life, Duan Yun had watched a comedy called "Nine-Rank Official" where the protagonist practiced cursing so well that he could curse a bent steel pipe straight. At the time, Duan Yun merely found it exaggeratedly funny and absurd.

But in this world, seeing those fast talkers, Duan Yun was convinced they did have the ability to curse a steel pipe until it bent.

The most formidable among them was a Little Huzi, who held a folding fan and dressed like a scholar. As he spoke, his iron-cast teeth were clearly visible.

Within less than ten rounds, his opponent suddenly clutched his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell down.

In these bouts, there were instances of people getting cursed into a rage, to the point they wanted to fight, or even kowtow, but this type of direct "KO" was a first.

It was now Duan Yun's turn.

Duan Yun's opponent was an old man, who looked quite energetic.

As soon as the match began, the old man initiated an offensive, saying, "You little brat, looking like those clay rabbit figures. Yet you come here to learn storytelling, maybe you should go... " 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Your breath stinks!" Duan Yun said with a face full of disdain.

The old man widened his eyes and said, "That's bullshit!"

Duan Yun quickly covered his nose and said, "It's worse than bullshit, it reeks even more."

With that line, the old man's face turned a little green.

Duan Yun had mastered this "bad breath" tactic in elementary school, where a few girls in class had exceptionally sharp tongues, making it hard for the boys to win an argument. But not caring about anything else, as soon as Duan Yun's adversary started talking, he'd accuse them of having bad breath, which actually made those girls cry.

This time participating in the Deyun Conference, he unexpectedly found his elementary school tactic useful again.

Who would've thought, this tactic effective against school kids was also quite effective against the old man.

In fact, Duan Yun didn't know that his tactic happened to hit the old man's weak spot.

In his youth, the old man had a childhood sweetheart who was supposed to marry him, but then ran off with another man.

When he confronted her, he found out his bad breath grossed her out when they kissed.

"Honestly, you make me want to vomit."

These were the original words of his childhood sweetheart. Even after all these years, he still vividly remembered them.

Afterwards, the old man consulted numerous doctors and finally spent a heavy sum, getting Doctor Xue's treatment to cure his bad breath.

He thought he was long over this incident. But as soon as it was brought up, he instinctively got angry, even a bit timid.

"Could it be, could the old bad breath issue be back again?"

With that reaction, his momentum suddenly weakened.

Seeing this, Duan Yun couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Did you win before by stinking people out?"

"And you, do you even have a wife?"

"If you do, is her nose broken?"

...

Each line hit the old man's sore spot, especially Duan Yun covering his neck with a disgusted expression, which indeed reminded the old man of his first love with his childhood sweetheart.

In that moment, he seemed to be transported back to that tragic time, watching helplessly as Qing disdainfully walked away with someone else.

That person was only a coachman!

She didn't mind being with a coachman who spent all day around horse dung and urine, but she minded his bad breath.

How bad must my breath have been?

Whether Duan Yun's description was too vivid or his performance was too convincing, even the referee showed signs of disdain towards the old man.

"Alright, you're out."

The result was evident.

And so, Duan Yun emerged victorious.

He had figured out the key, thinking he might have to resort to similar sound wave or illusion techniques to win, yet who knew?

Was the old man's mental endurance that bad?

He left the stage with a vacant look, one might think he had dementia.

Duan Yun's battle was over but some were still locked in a struggle.

Those were typically matches of evenly matched opponents, exchanging insults non-stop, making it hard to determine a winner.

It could be said this was not just a contest of skills, but also stamina.

The elimination matches were in three rounds, continuously facing evenly matched opponents might indeed be exhausting.

On another side, Ziyu also advanced.

Her opponent was not as easily broken as Duan Yun's, yet she still achieved victory with her endless vocabulary.

Seeing Ziyu's performance, Iron Maiden realized she had underestimated this "cousin."