My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 244: The Battle Begins

Between the Black Turtle Continent and the Azure Dragon Continent lay a vast ocean stretching thousands of kilometers, dotted with countless small islands. The battlefield for the upcoming clash between the disciples of both forces was one of these remote islands.

Above the island, ten massive flying vessels hovered in the sky. Three figures from each side stepped off their respective ships and moved toward the center, where they faced each other.

Leading the foreign forces was a short, black-haired man with sharp features and a slim build. His piercing eyes gleamed with amusement as he smirked at Elder Dong Yun, who stood at the front of the Black Turtle Continent's delegation. Behind the foreign leader stood two more elders, their expressions unreadable.

"Dong Yun, it's been a long time," the black-haired man said, his voice laced with mockery. "It seems that arm I cut off grew back quite nicely."

Elder Dong Yun remained unfazed by the provocation. With a faint smile, he responded, "Your leg also healed well, Liao Cai. The alchemists from your continent are more capable than I expected."

"Enough." Elder Long's sharp voice cut through the tension. Her expression was cold, her patience clearly wearing thin. "Let's begin."

Liao Cai's smirk faded as he nodded. "Since you're in such a hurry to lose, let's not delay."

With a wave of his hand, he signaled to the forces behind him. The foreign vessels slowly moved back toward the outskirts of the island. Elder Long made the same gesture, and the Black Turtle Continent's ships followed suit, retreating to the opposite side.

Although this island was considered small compared to the vast continents, it was still large enough that even a Nascent Soul cultivator flying at full speed would take nearly half a day to cross from one side to the other. This ensured that the battle wouldn't descend into instant chaos, allowing for strategic positioning and the use of traps.

"As agreed, each side will deploy eight thousand third-realm body or qi cultivators, along with two thousand fourth-realm cultivators," Elder Long stated, her gaze locked onto Liao Cai. "Should anyone violate this rule, our agreement will be void."

Liao Cai's lips curled into a cold smile. "Of course. We wouldn't want unnecessary bloodshed… so let's proceed as planned."

Neither side mentioned the recent beast stampede, an attack orchestrated by the foreign forces.

As Feng Fan disembarked from the flying ship alongside the other participants, he noticed a shimmering array enveloping the battlefield. Before heading toward the island's center, where the most intense battles would take place, he activated his spiritual qi vision and examined the array.

'I see… they're monitoring the number of participants in real-time. No one will be allowed to leave willingly before the battle ends.'

There would be no room for surrender here. The battle would only end when all eight thousand cultivators from one side were dead.

While Feng Fan examined the array surrounding the battlefield, most cultivators had already left in groups, heading toward the foreign forces' territory. However, he remained still, watching them depart with a thoughtful expression.

'I don't believe the foreign forces haven't set any traps. If they were bold enough to conspire with Mao Shun to take over the Black Turtle Continent through internal strife before this battle, then they must have something prepared to cheat here as well. But… what exactly?'

His gaze darkened.

'And surely, the Dao Seeking School and Black Turtle Sect aren't foolish enough to overlook this.' Feng Fan shook his head. If he could think of it, then the old monsters had surely considered it too. 'They must have countermeasures in place, maybe even plans that go against the agreement… but they didn't inform those participating in the battle.'

A bitter smile crossed his lips.

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'The weak are nothing more than pawns in the hands of the truly strong.'

"Fan, what are you thinking about?"

A familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He turned to his right and saw Huang Xue standing beside him, her warm gaze filled with concern.

"Ah, Xue, nothing in particular. Is everyone ready to go?"

Huang Xue nodded. "We're just waiting for you."

Feng Fan glanced around and saw his companions—the entire group from the White Crow Sect and Mao Shun—waiting for him. They had all chosen to follow him into battle.

A smile spread across his face.

'Alright. Let's go.'

And with that, they set off.

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"Fuck off, you weakling! How did the elders even allow a useless piece of trash like you to be here?"

Even after Feng Fan's group had departed, a few cultivators from the Black Turtle Sect remained in place.

The one being insulted, Dong Tao, frowned. Despite proving his worth by securing a spot among the eight thousand third-realm cultivators, the others, especially those from the Dong family, refused to acknowledge him. Most believed he had only made it this far through sheer luck or underhanded means.

"Dong Fa, we're on the same side in this battle. Is this really necessary?" Dong Tao's voice carried a hint of irritation.

Dong Fa sneered. "Hmph. If we let someone like you tag along, you'll only slow us down. Who needs a pig for a teammate? We're better off without you."

Dong Fan's group laughed openly, their disdain for Dong Tao clear. They all came from the Black Turtle Sect and knew of his reputation.

Yet, Dong Tao wasn't weak. He stood at the peak of the Golden Core Formation realm—far from the top in a battle where Nascent Soul and Marrow Cleansing cultivators reigned, but still a force to be reckoned with.

In terms of combat strength, Dong Tao was among the strongest Golden Core Formation cultivators present. He cultivated a Primordial Chaos-graded technique, placing him far above most of his peers. The only one who could truly match him was Tao Wen, who practiced a similar technique.

"Then so be it," he said, unwilling to waste more words on them.

Without another glance, Dong Tao took off, flying toward the battlefield's center alone.