Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 100: Kill the Bastard

The courtyard was deathly silent. Every disciple stood frozen, their expressions a mix of shock, confusion, and disbelief.

Zou Fang's bold declaration—"I am Zou Fang, and I am here to beat you all up!"—still echoed in their minds.

And then, before the stunned silence could break, Zou Fang took another step forward. His back was straight, his gaze unwavering, and then—

"Come, Bashawk."

A gust of wind swept across the courtyard as a figure stepped forward. It was an unusual beast—one that looked like a cross between an emperor penguin and a fierce eagle.

Bashawk's dark blue feathers gleamed under the sunlight, and its sharp golden eyes scanned the crowd with an innate sense of authority.

The moment it appeared, whispers broke out among the disciples.

"What is that beast?"

"Is that… a Bashawk? I've seen one before, but…"

"That's just a regular Bashawk, isn't it? What's so special about it?"

Ignoring the murmurs, Zou Fang raised a hand and placed it firmly on Bashawk's back. He inhaled deeply and spoke with unwavering conviction.

"This is my partner, my first companion, Bashawk. And one day, he will become the strongest Bashawk in existence!"

The courtyard fell silent again. Then, the murmurs resumed.

"The strongest Bashawk?"

"Hah! A joke, right?"

"Does he think he can turn an ordinary beast into something exceptional?"

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Zou Fang, however, did not falter. He continued, his voice rising with passion.

"From the moment he was born, Bashawk has wanted nothing more than to fly higher, strike harder, and rise above all other Bashawks! He is not a simple beast! He is not just some common creature!

"He is a warrior, a fighter, and a dreamer! Every battle we've fought, every struggle we've endured, has only strengthened our resolve! Others may see him as a mere temporal beast, but I see the unyielding spirit of a king!"

His words rang through the courtyard, carrying a force that even the skeptical disciples couldn't completely ignore.

"You say he's ordinary? You say he's weak? I say he's a legend in the making! A ruler of the skies, a beast that will surpass his kind and become something greater!

"I don't need an exotic, mystical, or divine creature to prove my strength! Bashawk and I will prove that even the so-called ordinary can rise to the peak!"

His voice roared across the courtyard like a battle cry.

The murmurs grew. Some disciples scoffed. Others simply shook their heads.

"He's delusional."

"Does he really think he can make an ordinary Bashawk into something special?"

"What a waste of time."

Yet, even among the skepticism, there were a few who found themselves momentarily caught in his conviction.

Meanwhile, atop the stage, several elders had appeared beside Elder Fu.

These were senior figures of the sect, individuals who had spent decades observing and guiding young disciples.

They had come not out of expectation, but out of sheer curiosity.

One of them, a tall man with a long silver beard, chuckled. "Well now, Fu, I never thought I'd see the day you took an interest in training new disciples."

Another elder, a woman with piercing green eyes, smirked. "Hmph. And here I thought Elder Fu had given up on raising talents after his previous disciples… met an unfortunate fate."

The group of elders exchanged knowing glances.

"For Elder Fu to suddenly decide to take disciples, one must wonder what changed."

"Indeed. And yet… look at this. A competition, a grand speech, and now this ridiculous display from some lower-ranked tamer."

Their gazes turned toward Zou Fang, their expressions unimpressed.

"There are definitely talented ones among these new disciples," the green-eyed elder mused. "But that boy in the center? Not particularly remarkable. He doesn't stand out in aptitude, nor does he have any exceptional beasts. He is simply… courting death."

The others nodded in agreement.

Elder Fu, however, remained silent. His eyes were locked onto Zou Fang, and though his expression remained unreadable, there was a flicker of something—something that no one else caught.

Then, a sneering voice cut through the murmurs.

"Hah! I know Zou Fang."

The crowd parted slightly as Lin Zhi stepped forward. His arms were crossed, and his smirk was laced with contempt.

"He's from my village. And let me tell you all—he's nothing special."

A ripple of interest spread through the disciples. Some turned to Lin Zhi, curious to hear more.

Lin Zhi chuckled, shaking his head. "You want to know the truth about Zou Fang? He can only tame normal temporal beasts. That's it. No rare creatures. No unique bloodlines. Just ordinary, run-of-the-mill beasts that anyone could find in the wild."

The murmurs shifted from intrigue to scorn.

"Wait, seriously?"

"He doesn't even have a single rare-class beast?"

"Hah! What kind of tamer is that?!"

Lin Zhi took a step closer to the center, his voice loud and mocking. "And now, here he is, standing in the middle of the stage, acting like he's some kind of prodigy! Like he's going to 'beat us all up' with his pathetic excuse for a beast!"

More laughter broke out. Some disciples outright sneered, while others shook their heads in disappointment.

Then, someone from the crowd shouted—

"Get off the stage, you low-level talent bastard!"

Like a dam breaking, the flood of jeers and insults followed.

"Yeah! You don't belong up there!"

"Go home, Zou Fang! You're embarrassing yourself!"

"Who do you think you are?!"

Zou Fang stood there, stunned. He had expected skepticism. He had even expected mockery. But the sheer wave of hostility washing over him was something else entirely.

His hands clenched into fists.

He glanced at Bashawk, who remained unmoving, its sharp eyes fixed on Lin Zhi and the other disciples.

And then, deep within his spiritual sea, he heard a familiar voice.

"Well, well, well. They're all so loud, aren't they?"

Wei Long was grinning.

"This is good. This is very good."

Zou Fang exhaled.

His shock faded.

He didn't move.

He didn't respond.

Instead—

He simply smiled.

However, that smile was full of helplessness.

The jeering voices reached a fever pitch, a thunderous chorus that echoed across the courtyard.

It was no longer just a few sneers or murmurs—it had become an overwhelming tidal wave of hostility.

"Kill the bastard! Kill the bastard! Kill the bastard!"

The chant started with just a few voices, but it quickly spread. Within moments, it seemed like every disciple in the crowd had joined in, their voices merging into a single, deafening roar.

"KILL THE BASTARD! KILL THE BASTARD! KILL THE BASTARD!"

Some disciples were laughing as they shouted, their faces twisted with amusement.

Others were dead serious, their eyes filled with nothing but contempt.

The air vibrated with their hatred, with their absolute rejection of Zou Fang's audacity.

"HOW DARE A NOBODY STAND HERE?!"

"WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS?!"

"BEGONE! TRASH LIKE YOU DOESN'T BELONG HERE!"

"KILL THE BASTARD! KILL THE BASTARD! KILL THE BASTARD!"

The sheer volume of the crowd was suffocating, like an avalanche of venomous words crashing down upon Zou Fang.

The disciples stomped their feet in unison, their energy feeding into one another, turning the courtyard into a chaotic battlefield before the battle had even begun.

But Zou Fang?

He did not move.

His fists remained clenched, his expression unreadable.