Chapter 127: I Am the Destiny’s Arch-Villain, I Do Not Wish to Be a Good Person

"You bastard, how dare you steal the spotlight from this villain? Arrogant, debauched, and insolent—you have embodied all the classic traits a villain should possess. If you play the part this well, how am I, the grand villain, supposed to continue my own act?" Li Jiansan cursed inwardly.

He remained calm, showing no intention to evade. He watched Su Mingcheng’s incoming saber and coolly drew his own golden sword. Seeing his opponent produce a weapon, Su Mingcheng, still mid-charge, let out a mocking laugh.

"Hah! You plan to fight me with that broken sword? Do you realize mine is a high-grade mortal weapon? I could smash your junk into scrap metal at any moment!"

Li Jiansan’s golden sword had been heavily sealed, causing most of its power to vanish. Over the ages, the blade had been fragmented into several pieces. Though he now held the main body, it appeared somewhat ragged after being sundered.

"It is more than enough to deal with you."

"How laughable. Since you are courting death, I shall grant your wish!"

Li Jiansan swept his palm across the air and struck out at the void. "Get lost!"

Su Mingcheng laughed again. "Hahahaha, I think the one who should get lost is—"

Before he could finish his sentence, his expression froze. As his Golden Dragon Saber collided with Li Jiansan’s sword, he felt an immense force crash into him, as if a towering mountain had collapsed upon him.

Hiss! The onlookers gasped in shock.

"Li Jiansan actually held off Su Mingcheng’s Golden Dragon Saber? That is a high-grade mortal weapon!"

"Am I hallucinating, or is Li Jiansan just too monstrous? It must be me..."

Su Mingcheng stood stunned, his pupils dilating and his lips trembling. "This... how is this possible? How can your beggar’s broken sword be so powerful?"

"Beggar?"

As the word left Li Jiansan’s lips, a majestic aura erupted from his body. It was filled with untamed, tyrannical dominance and searing killing intent, crashing down upon Su Mingcheng like a landslide.

"You..."

Li Jiansan’s icy gaze fell upon Su Mingcheng, causing him to shudder. He felt a sudden, overwhelming terror; the man before him had transformed into a monstrous tidal wave, threatening to swallow him whole in an instant.

"He... he is also at the Foundation Establishment stage!"

Sensing the aura emanating from Li Jiansan, the crowd widened their eyes in absolute horror. Just as they were reeling from the shock, Li Jiansan moved with lightning speed, his motion tearing through the air with the sound of muffled thunder.

In an instant, he was before Su Mingcheng. He raised his sword and brought it down.

Clang!

Li Jiansan’s golden sword sliced clean through Su Mingcheng’s Golden Dragon Saber.

"This... how is this possible?"

The crowd stood paralyzed, their minds blank. "That was a high-grade mortal weapon! It wouldn't be surprising if an ordinary blade were broken, but this..."

"It is a sharp weapon that can cut through iron like mud, yet he snapped it in one stroke..."

"This is beyond belief."

"What kind of weapon does he have that can so easily shatter a high-grade mortal weapon?"

As the whispers spread, curiosity about Li Jiansan’s blade grew. Even the watching elders were intrigued.

"To cut through a high-grade mortal weapon with such an unsightly, broken blade—interesting, very interesting."

"I suspect that lad’s broken sword is not as simple as it looks. There must be some unknown secret hidden within."

On the stage, Su Mingcheng stared blankly at Li Jiansan. "You... you actually broke my high-grade mortal weapon!"

Shock soon gave way to fury. That weapon had been obtained through immense hardship, and seeing it destroyed sent him into a rage. "You lowly beggar, how dare you break my weapon! Ah... I’ll kill you!"

Su Mingcheng lunged forward, throwing a vicious punch.

"You’ve lost your chance to strike!"

Li Jiansan flicked his wrist, stowing the golden sword into his storage ring. He gathered his spiritual energy, his fist striking out with the force of a war god shattering the void. The power was like a surging, endless tide, causing the very space around them to tremble and distort.

The crowd’s expressions shifted instantly. They had never imagined Li Jiansan’s strike could be this terrifying.

"Ah..."

A miserable scream erupted from Su Mingcheng. Unable to defend against such a powerful blow, he was sent flying like a discarded sack of rags. He crashed into the corner of the arena with a thunderous boom, vomiting blood.

Li Jiansan remained expressionless. "You kept calling me a lowly beggar, but now that I have easily beaten you to the ground, it seems you are even worse than a beggar. Doesn't that make you a piece of trash?"

The onlookers gave Li Jiansan a thumbs-up. *That was brutal,* they thought. *He is so angry he wants to hit someone, but he has no retort.*

Li Jiansan paused for a moment. *Wait, this feels wrong. "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west, do not bully the young because they are poor"—isn't that the kind of arrogant line a destiny-favored protagonist is supposed to say? Why is it coming out of the mouth of a grand villain like me? The plot is going off the rails.*

*Never mind, let’s finish teaching this arrogant brat a lesson first.*

Li Jiansan walked slowly toward Su Mingcheng, his blood-red eyes fixed intently on him. Every step felt like a heavy weight pressing down on Su Mingcheng’s chest, leaving him breathless. As Li Jiansan approached, Su Mingcheng felt a bone-chilling cold. To him, Li Jiansan had become a remorseless demon.

"Don't come any closer! Get away from me, don't come over..."

Seeing Su Mingcheng’s state, Li Jiansan smiled with satisfaction. *That’s it. That is the impression a grand villain should leave.*

Seeing the smile, Su Mingcheng’s mind collapsed. He was terrified that Li Jiansan would kill him. With a thud, he fell to his knees. "Please, don't kill me, please..."

Li Jiansan ignored him and unleashed another punch. Su Mingcheng’s face swelled instantly like a pig’s head.

"This punch is for your arrogance!"

Boom!

The fist struck again, the spiritual energy roaring like a beast. "This punch is for your insolence!"

Bang!

With another heavy strike, Su Mingcheng was driven to his knees, the stone floor beneath him cracking into pieces. The sheer force of the blow made him cough up more blood.

"This punch is for your conceit..."

Watching Li Jiansan punish Su Mingcheng, the other warriors, who had previously been suppressed, began to cheer.

"Well hit!"

"That bastard deserved it."

"Brother, hit him a few more times! You’ve finally vented our frustration."

"Look at his arrogant attitude before, and look at him now like a beaten dog—it feels so good."

"Don't call him a dog; he’s swollen like a pig’s head. Don't insult the dogs."

"Haha, brother, you’ve been so righteous today. I’m definitely making friends with you."

Li Jiansan’s actions had won him the favor of the crowd. They began calling him "brother" one after another. Li Jiansan’s face darkened.

*Forming cliques and gathering a fan club? Isn't that what the protagonist is supposed to do? I just couldn't stand the brat's arrogance! I wasn't trying to help you lot—you’ve got it all wrong. Why am I acting like a hero punishing evil? I’m a grand villain! I don't want to be a good person!*

Just then, Elder Ning, standing in the distance with a grim face, shouted, "That is enough! Stop it at once, boy!"