Chapter 512 - 311: Need Any Help?

Chapter 512: Chapter 311: Need Any Help?

As the 8th-rank Origin Demon died, its remaining armor and weapons fell to the ground. A massive electromagnetic wave split into a dozen or so streams, surging toward every surviving 8th-rank Origin Demon on the field.

The advantage created a domino effect. Once Yu Fei became the first to slay an 8th-rank Origin Demon, the battle grew progressively easier.

For Wei Mo and the others, the power of their domains made their individual combat prowess greater than the Origin Demons’. However, their physical durability couldn’t compare. They could gain the upper hand in battle but were unable to press their advantage.

Take Wei Mo’s recent slash, for instance. Imbued with his Ice Domain and vast True Essence, mere contact was enough to make an Origin Demon falter for an instant. In a typical battle, however, such a minute pause was impossible to capitalize on, serving only to keep the enemy suppressed.

Only by continuously accumulating small advantages could they hope to secure victory.

But in Yu Fei’s eyes, any subtle opening the enemy showed was a fatal one.

His ability to teleport continuously within a hundred-meter radius, from which the blade of his Name-Cutting Sword could strike from any direction, made the battle exceptionally simple.

An 8th-rank Origin Demon fell only moments into the battle, sending a jolt through the other Grandmasters.

At their level, their combat instincts were exceptionally sharp, and they naturally discerned the nature of Yu Fei’s offensive capabilities.

Instantly, several of them burst into action, unleashing their strongest techniques, launching rapid-fire attacks, or layering their domains to restrict the enemy.

In short, they used every means at their disposal to make an 8th-rank Origin Demon falter for even an instant, creating an opening for Yu Fei to strike.

And just as they’d hoped, whenever they managed to force an Origin Demon to reveal the slightest opening, an inky-blue sword blade would flash through the air—either beheading the creature or piercing its heart. It was a one-hit kill every time.

Wei Mo stared at Yu Fei from a hundred meters away, a chill running down his spine. ’This nonsensical teleportation and the blade’s ability to cut through space... it’s just too damn sinister.’

This fighting style completely shattered his worldview as a traditional Grandmaster.

’Isn’t the Martial Way supposed to be about clashing blade against blade, a head-on battle of skill?’

’He’s just casually striking from a hundred meters away... How is anyone supposed to defend against that?’

By the time Yu Fei beheaded the last 8th-rank Origin Demon, the Grandmasters below still hadn’t finished off the remaining 7th-rank Origin Demons.

Yet at this point, only Yu Wen Baji was left, still tangled up with three 8th-rank Origin Demons.

But strangely, no one went to help him.

On any other day, these Grandmasters would have surely been scrambling to help. Today, however, the Celestial Prides whom Yu Wen Baji had deliberately targeted now had a champion—one who was a better fighter and possessed far greater potential.

For a moment, no one dared to step forward. They couldn’t afford to offend Yu Wen Baji, but did that make Yu Fei any easier to provoke?

Right now, Yu Wen Baji looked like a man possessed, his Profound Moon Halberd radiating immense power as he kept the three 8th-rank Origin Demons firmly suppressed. It seemed as if victory was within his grasp.

’Yuwen is strong!’

Yu Fei suddenly smiled, a deep and meaningful smile.

Along the way, Jiang Nianwei had told him about all the problems the Yulin Army had encountered and had given him a full account of how Yu Wen Baji had made things difficult for them.

Piecing it all together, Yu Fei concluded there was something wrong with Yu Wen Baji. He suspected it was the man’s innate talent.

An ability to suppress and influence another person’s martial will was definitely not something that came from a Cultivation Technique.

’If I recall correctly, Yu Wen Baji is the first person I’ve met who has a silver talent gem. A pity my copy ability is all used up right now!’

As he thought this, Yu Fei recalled that he had a bet with Yu Wen Baji. They had made a five-year wager at the registration for the Celestial Pride Positioning Competition.

At the time, Yu Wen Baji had been arbitrarily humiliating the students who came to register. Yu Fei had thought it was an attempt to assert dominance, but later learned it was just the man’s twisted sense of fun.

’Thinking about it now, the guy must have been testing out his innate talent.’

The terms of the bet were as follows: if Yu Fei won, he would shave Yu Wen Baji’s outlandish hairstyle into a buzz cut and dye it black. If he lost, Yu Wen Baji would give him the same kind of outlandish hairdo, only dyed green.

If he remembered correctly, a man wearing glasses next to Yu Wen Baji had even suggested using some kind of biological material that wouldn’t fade.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, and he found the guy who had made that rotten suggestion.

Yu Fei grinned. ’Time to settle all these old scores, right here and now.’

He began to speak, his voice not loud, yet it carried across the entire battlefield thanks to his Thunder Tiger Celestial Sound technique.

"Hey, Yuwen Jiba. Can’t you handle them? Need some help?"