Chapter 407 - 213: Yang Wenqing’s Great Debut Victory

Chapter 407: Chapter 213: Yang Wenqing’s Great Debut Victory

Wu Qing snapped her clasped hands apart. Instantly, countless crimson-gold lines lit up on the dark green stone slabs of the arena, spreading out from her. These lines marked where the light from her sword had landed as she moved earlier.

At this moment, she was using her own vital energy and blood as a catalyst to activate them!

"A Metal Attribute killing array. She must have adapted it from the battle formations she experienced on the front lines," Gu You explained to Yang Wenqing.

Yang Wenqing was completely focused. Lan Ying, copying him, also put on a serious expression, but the little fox was watching Sun Chen in the arena with some nervousness.

The moment Wu Qing’s Array Map took form, a violent, sharp Geng Metal aura surged skyward. Countless tiny, crimson-gold motes of sharp energy began to spawn wildly within the Array Map, letting out a piercing shriek.

This was Wu Qing’s unique approach: using her own blood essence as a medium to forcibly fuse a trace of fire-attribute Spiritual Qi!

The effect of Sun Chen’s ’Six Jia Qi Men’ was disrupted by the violent golden-fire energy. At the same time, countless crimson-gold energy motes, like sharks drawn to blood, shot toward him from all directions.

Sun Chen’s expression flickered. He hadn’t expected Wu Qing to resort to such a drastic measure—unleashing this deadly array at the cost of her own vital energy and blood. His Five Yang Qi surged around him, instantly forming several sturdy barriers outside his body as he rapidly flickered, attempting to escape the core of the Array Map.

However, Wu Qing’s Array covered more than half the arena, and the energy motes were endless, their speed ever-increasing. The barriers around Sun Chen quickly shattered under the relentless assault of the crimson-gold energy. One particularly solid mote of crimson-gold energy pierced his defenses and shot straight for his chest.

In that critical moment!

Two figures appeared above the arena almost simultaneously.

Qin Huaiming appeared before Sun Chen and swept his sleeve. A gentle yet immense wave of Five Yang Qi silently neutralized the crimson-gold energy mote.

Meanwhile, Lei Yue appeared beside Wu Qing. With a downward press of his hand, a steady surge of Five Yang Qi forcibly suppressed the unstable Array Map. Wu Qing grunted, a trickle of blood escaping the corner of her mouth. Her face turned pale as paper; she had clearly suffered a significant backlash from her vital energy.

Both elders had intervened simultaneously. Afterward, Qin Huaiming and Lei Yue exchanged a glance, then looked at their respective disciples.

Qin Huaiming said in a low voice, "This Array is dangerous, beyond the scope of a sparring match. If this continues, both will be gravely injured."

Lei Yue nodded as well. His voice was loud but held a complicated note. "This girl is reckless. She hasn’t fully mastered this Array. Forcing its use harms her before it harms the enemy. This match..."

He paused, exchanged another look with Qin Huaiming, and they announced in unison:

"This match is a draw!"

Sun Chen silently withdrew his aura and bowed to Wu Qing with his hands clasped. He then turned and walked back to his side’s seating area. Wu Qing, steadied by Lei Yue’s support, managed to stand and swallowed a pill to regulate her breath. Her gaze followed Sun Chen, filled with unwillingness to accept the result.

"The second match..."

Qin Huaiming’s voice broke the silence. His gaze shifted to his disciple. "Xuanyue’s Yang Wenqing versus Yunji’s Lin Xiyun. Contestants, enter the arena."

Yang Wenqing took a deep breath, calming the ripples in his heart. He gently patted Lan Ying on his shoulder. "Don’t worry, wait for me here."

Lan Ying let out a "CHIRP," rubbing her little head against his cheek, her eyes filled with trust.

Then, Yang Wenqing’s eyes met Sun Chen’s as the latter walked off the stage. Sun Chen gave him a slight nod. Yang Wenqing inclined his head in return before striding toward the center of the arena.

On the opposite side, Lin Xiyun also rose, still wearing that same faint smile. At some point, a palm-sized Compass Magical Artifact had appeared in his hand. Its surface was covered in tiny, constantly shifting runes, with a crystal shimmering with five colors embedded in the center. This was the very Myriad Phenomena Celestial Disc he relied on to construct his myriad Dharma Seals.

The two came to a stop in the center of the arena, ten zhang apart, just as before.

"Junior Brother Yang, please guide me," Lin Xiyun said with a smile, clasping his hands.

"I wouldn’t dare presume to guide you. I can only ask Senior Brother to be merciful," Yang Wenqing replied in kind.

Lin Xiyun looked at Yang Wenqing, his smile unchanging. "I have long heard that Junior Brother Yang has a unique constitution, with a Divine Sense stronger than an ordinary person’s. You can use a Spirit Gathering Array to rapidly replenish the Spiritual Qi in your Qi Sea. I, on the other hand, am not one for protracted battles, so I’m afraid I’ll have to end this quickly. Be careful, Junior Brother."

Though his tone was gentle, the moment he said the words "end this quickly," an invisible pressure began to fill the air.

Below the stage, Qin Huaiming wore a faint smile. He hadn’t actually held high expectations for Yang Wenqing’s ranking in this grand competition. After all, compared to these geniuses who had received the best training since childhood, Yang Wenqing had at least ten fewer years of orthodox cultivation. The conversion of his internal Five Yang Qi was insufficient, and he lacked any truly presentable Yuqing offensive Secret Techniques.

But who would have thought the boy’s fortune was so profound? In just two days on Jade Chime Island, the conversion of his Five Yang Qi had advanced by leaps and bounds. This was what had prompted him to make the impromptu decision to pass down the ’Golden Fire Skill’.

Now, looking at his disciple’s calm and steady aura on the stage, the faint expectation in Qin Huaiming’s heart couldn’t help but ignite.

On the stage, Yang Wenqing heard Lin Xiyun’s words and replied, "Senior Brother Lin, please!"

A five-colored mystic light then suddenly spread out from him—it was his customary Spirit Gathering Array. The instant the Array deployed, a protective shield of flowing Spiritual Light formed around his body. This was the classic opening move for a Cultivator from a security background—always establish an invincible position first.

At the same time, the clear ring of a sword sounded out. The Cyan Peak Short Sword transformed into a streak of cyan-gold light, shooting out from his sleeve to hover at his side, pulsing with a sharp, cold glint.

A flash of appreciation passed through Lin Xiyun’s eyes. The Myriad Phenomena Celestial Disc in his hand glowed faintly. Cradling the Compass in his left hand, his five fingers on his right hand danced above it as if plucking invisible strings.