Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1174 - 605: Insult King Showdown! Who Is the True King of the Sharp Tongue! (Part 2)

She always regarded him as an accessory to "Nie Feng", allowing him to participate only because of the golden ingot, but unexpectedly he managed to advance.

As expected of runaway cousins, their talent is indeed remarkable.

Duan Yun and Ziyu advancing is certainly pleasing, but the victory of his old rival Wang Tie's nephew is even more unsettling.

Nowadays, most people are discussing this "Iron-mouthed Scholar versus Chuanchang" Wang Lifei.

Because he's the only one who directly insulted his opponent so badly that they had to be carried away; in the industry, this is truly terrifying.

"Elder Wang, there's nothing left to see, the first place surely belongs to your nephew."

"Oh dear, don't be so modest, your disciples might be hiding their true strength."

"No matter how hidden, they can't withstand that iron mouth. Look at those teeth, truly iron!"

"Right! Right! Right!"

"Elder Wang, let's get together afterward, I know a place called Wen Rou's haven."

"Tell me more about Wen Rou's haven..."

...

For Elder Tie, this Deyun Conference is undoubtedly enjoyable.

Why wouldn't it be? He has a good disciple.

He says others are hiding their strength, but in reality, he's already agreed with others' opinions.

Among those present, who can compete with him?

That Nie Feng?

Where is he now?

Those discussed here are usually the disciples who performed exceptionally well, yet he didn't hear the name "Nie Feng" after listening around.

No, at this moment, he finally heard someone say that Nie Feng kept saying others have bad breath, and that's how he won.

Wang Tie laughed upon hearing it, he won with that?

It can only be said that Nie Feng is very lucky, and the opponent is too poor.

The second round of eliminations continues.

This time, the victory of Iron-mouthed Scholar Wang Lifei is as certain as a nail on the board, as the opponent conceded within a few rounds.

If the opponent doesn't surrender, they might truly suffer internal injuries.

Wang Tie, especially likes to hit people's faces.

This time, the grouping was handled by his own people, so he secretly told the "judge" that if Nie Feng proceeds, let him face his nephew.

Because the third round is the last for debate, he wants to eliminate this Iron Maiden's disciple and smite their face hard.

Wang Tie was a bit surprised when he heard the news that the "Nie Feng" advanced in the second round.

He knew the second round is much stronger than the first, he didn't expect this kid to withstand it.

But this exactly fits his intentions.

The seedlings from Iron Maiden's hands are bound to die under his rule.

He wants to let the opponent know what despair really is.

For those who offended their lineage and were exiled, don't dream of turning over this lifetime!

Hearing Duan Yun's opponent is Wang Lifei, Iron Maiden widened her eyes, visibly tense.

She cannot help but glance at the judge, instantly understanding the "black hand" involved.

This is a targeted face slap!

Still, she grits her teeth, clenches her fist, and endures it.

If she wants to win, encountering Wang Lifei is inevitable, early or late doesn't make a big difference.

Iron Maiden desperately wants Duan Yun to win, but she knows very well the disparity in strength between them, a well-known Chuanchang and an uninitiated, relying solely on talent; hoping to win is sheer fantasy.

She just hopes she doesn't lose too badly.

Meanwhile, Wang Tie walks over to his nephew and gives him a few instructions.

Iron Maiden knows this guy is telling his nephew to go hard.

So reliant on his nose!

After the instructions, Wang Tie begins his approach to Iron Maiden, followed by a group of people.

These individuals are, of course, the elders and elites within the Bloodthirsty Storyteller Sect. Some are from Wang Tie's lineage, others come to curry favor with him.

At this time, Wang Tie couldn't help but introduce, "The one facing Fei'er tonight is Elder Tie's top disciple."

"Oh, really?"

"When did Elder Tie get a top disciple?"

"What are you saying? When Elder Tie was shining within the sect, who knows where you were."

"But Elder Wang, thirty years east, thirty years west. Now I'm also a small elder, just goes to show Elder Tie's generosity, always waiting for us."

Each side speaks, each side praises, just to watch Iron Maiden's joke.

Iron Maiden remains silent, just watching.

Until the competition begins, does everyone's attention turn to the arena.

"Please."

Above, Wang Lifei waved his folding fan, appearing generous and refined.

"Why the invitation?" Duan Yun countered.

"Of course, an invitation to speak. How about I let you have a few words?"

"Why let? Let your dear old mum accept it; I've got a buddy who's really fond of old mums."

With a snap, Wang Lifei shut his fan, saying, "Always talking about old mums, you must not have one."

"You must have an old mum, and quite a few cheap dads. The buddy who likes old mums might be one of them," Duan Yun answered calmly.

"You're talking shit!"

By now, Wang Lifei had intensified his tone.

As soon as they started talking, they were at each other's throats. The imagined scene of Duan Yun being crushed didn't happen, so Wang Lifei stepped up the intensity, his voice carrying shocking waves.

He wants to shake this sharp-tongued brat into internal damage with one stroke.

At this point, Duan Yun covered his ears and replied, "My buddy probably likes smelling your dear old mum's shit."

"You, bastard, have kids without an anus!"

"I think your kids are covered in anuses!"

"You!"

"What do you mean, you? What's your anus gonna say?"

...

The verbal duel continued, surprisingly, the unknown disciple from the Iron Maiden didn't fall behind.

No, if not for emotional bias, they might even think this disciple from Iron Maiden cursed more vilely, more sharply, making them feel heated.

By now, Elder Tie, previously relaxed, had turned serious.

He saw his nephew had used his real skills, not only increasing the frequency of golden sentences but also giving his all to the soundwave.

Yet the other party was covering his ears, cursing non-stop, as if not affected at all.

"Why cover your ears? You can't hear clearly, and you still argue like hell, showing zero respect for this skill!"

Wang Lifei was visibly anxious now, with voice booming and soundwave shaking, spit flying from his mouth.

"My buddy will surely respect your mom."

"You!"

"Even if your kids are full of anuses, he'll definitely care for them. After all, that's familial affection."

"I..."

"Hey! Spit flying around, you've got bad breath!"

"You're talking shit!"

"Sorry, my mistake. It wasn't bad breath, it was the anus spraying spit."

"You! You! You don't have an old mum!"

...

Later, the two engaged in a prolonged curse battle.

Duan Yun had already realized that the other party's cursing skills were nothing special. Previously, victories likely relied on strong soundwave vibrations.

Just like some table tennis players whose skills aren't top-notch but excel in one technique, and as long as they mask cleverly, they can even beat the strong with the weak.

But when encountering someone like him, it wouldn't work.

He only needed to exert 10% of his power to counteract, presenting the opponent's soundwave vibrations as mere tickling.

To hide his strength, he used covering his ears as a method.

Seeing the situation turn, the judge quickly announced, "Time's up!"

Iron Maiden immediately realized the judge was up to no good, but she didn't argue.

Because she feared Duan Yun couldn't withstand the opponent's soundwave attack, stopping now was advantageous to them.

At this point, the judge unfairly proclaimed, "Both sides debated fiercely, but the result is clear, Wang Lifei wins!"

Upon hearing this, Iron Maiden jumped straight up, shouting, "You're not even pretending anymore, are you?"

"Wang Lifei turned pale, even foaming at the mouth; our Nie Feng has nothing wrong, how can you claim Wang Lifei wins?"

Seeing this, Wang Lifei quickly wiped his mouth, retorting, "What foam! These are my scriptures flying, my love for storytelling, the other guy only covers his ears, totally ignorant of affection!"

The judge looked over and said, "Wang Lifei's right!"

"Right, your dear mom! I refuse to accept! I protest!"

For a moment, both sides burst into a racket.

Suddenly, a cough echoed, and the venue quickly quieted down.

Because it was the voice of Third Sect Master, Cao Wang.

"Our Deyun Conference always plays fair and just, but since it's judged by humans, imperfections are inevitable. If you ask me, it's a tie; let the final round of storytelling decide the winner."

Iron Maiden couldn't help but secretly sigh: "This bloke's carrying this water a bit off balance, is it because I'm a married woman, will it be more stable?"

Suddenly, she felt a bit guilty towards Nie Feng.

I've dragged you down!

Duan Yun took his number card and headed towards