The Mecha Driver Is a Cultivator

Chapter 141: Chapter 95: Victory and Defeat

Xie Wuya’s voice carried a tremor.

Below.

This voice reached the ears of Ye Ping’an and the others, and their expressions turned solemn.

Only the true combatants know each other’s strength. He might not acknowledge Xie Wuya’s abilities, but he recognized Xie Wuya’s judgment due to his background.

“If he really is Innate…”

Beside him, An Shi’s voice arose: “Then Qin Jin’s cultivation speed is truly unimaginably fast.”

On the platform.

Qin Jin heard the question and shook his head, speaking calmly: “I have not yet broken through to the Innate Realm.”

A simple statement.

The waves in Xie Wuya’s eyes only intensified.

“Not yet Innate, how is that possible?!”

“That punch just now…”

“Grandfather was right; outside the Dao Field is where the truly exciting world lies.”

He murmured to himself, gazing at Qin Jin, taking a deep breath twice. The waves in his eyes gradually subsided, replaced by sincerity.

“Qin Jin, you are really strong!”

“So powerful!”

He earnestly said a sentence, his gaze unwavering, his fighting spirit undiminished: “In the future, I will challenge you again!”

“Right now, I am too weak, the gap is too wide, I am not even worthy to be your opponent. When I have improved enough, we shall fight again!”

Qin Jin’s gaze remained calm, nodding slightly: “Okay.”

Although Xie Wuya was naturally talkative, his attitude solely on martial arts made one unable to dislike him.

To fight when necessary and admit defeat when lost — accomplishing these two points alone surpasses countless people.

However…

Agreeing to fight again is one thing, but the result at that time is another matter.

Qin Jin would not leave any chance for those who have lost to him once to catch up.

The current gap is significant; in the future, he will only strive to widen it even further!

In front.

Under the healing light beam, Xie Wuya’s injuries were subdued. He got up from the platform floor, looking slightly embarrassed, yet his expression remained relaxed. He gave Qin Jin a thumbs up, and after a brilliant smile, he turned around, his gaze falling directly on Ye Ping’an.

“Ye Ping’an, wait a moment!”

While speaking, Xie Wuya climbed off the platform, his words a bit embarrassed, but his tone full of momentum.

“I’m going to heal; we will fight right away!”

Beside the platform, there were extremely advanced automatic healing pods.

He jogged over, activated the pod door, lay inside, and pointed toward Ye Ping’an: “Don’t leave, understand?!”

Then.

His body was restrained within the healing pod, receiving healing.

Ye Ping’an looked toward him, shaking his head with a slightly disdainful tone: “Forget it.”

“I never fight with losers.”

“Loser?”

Inside the healing pod, completely restricted in movement, Xie Wuya could only widen his eyes.

The healing pod lacked an amplification device; although his voice was loud, it sounded muffled: “I’ve never minded that you were beaten all your life, and now you’re despising me?”

“Wait till I get out!”

“Talking so much even after being defeated quickly, go heal your wounds.”

Leaving a sentence behind, Ye Ping’an ignored the noisy Xie Wuya in the healing pod.

He turned back, his eyes blazing, gazing toward Qin Jin at the platform’s edge.

“Qin Jin.”

He uttered the name, his expression eager: “You dealt with Xie Wuya so easily, not bad.”

He pointed to the platform: “Want to have a match?”

Hearing this, Qin Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, directing his gaze toward the distant healing pod where Xie Wuya was striving to make noise.

With a glance, Qin Jin smiled slightly, leaping down from the platform.

No sound was made.

Facing the intense gaze from Ye Ping’an, he passed by his side.

The figures crossed, leaving only two sentences behind.

“There’s something quite coincidental.”

“I also do not fight with losers.”

The voice fell.

A moment of silence seemed to pass in the combat arena.

Suddenly, in Ye Ping’an’s eyes, it was as if a mass of fire burst forth, and his aura erupted fiercely.

He made no movements, yet around him, fiery red energy waves surged like a fierce wind, sweeping in all directions.

Outside the platform.

Several people’s clothes fluttered simultaneously, making fluttering sounds.

In the distance.

Bai Huaiyu, wearing a dress, saw these energy waves rolling in and frowned slightly, extending her hand to point lightly.

Life energy flowed out, forming a shield, hidden in front, blocking her and Han Miao.

In front.

In Ye Ping’an’s eyes, there was truly fire burning.

The eyes are windows to the soul; today, his pupils seemed to reflect the fire in his heart.

His voice became extraordinarily calm, echoing in the combat arena, like a powder keg about to explode: “Who did you call a loser?!”

Qin Jin halted his steps, turned back, his expression showing no ripples.

He looked towards the healing pod, loudly declaring: “Xie Wuya, are you ready now?”

“Your opponent seems to be all set.”

“Ready, ready!”

In the healing pod, Xie Wuya took everything in, and now, responding directly, operated the pod himself, halting the healing. The door opened and he leaped out, stumbling a couple of times.

The healing hadn’t finished yet; his complexion was a bit pale, but he still looked at Ye Ping’an: “Ye Ping’an, stop standing there stupidly.”

“You loser, just come and fight me obediently, don’t try any tricks.”

“I still have some minor injuries; just consider it letting you have a chance.”

Ignoring is more enraging than anything.

Xie Wuya’s words ignited the final spark in the powder keg.

Instantly, the fiery red energy waves around Ye Ping’an transformed as if into a substantial aura, constantly rising. He stepped forward with his right leg, immediately wanting to unleash, charging toward Qin Jin.