Chapter 419 - 218: Defeating Leng Zhi, Temporarily Ranked First

Chapter 419: Chapter 218: Defeating Leng Zhi, Temporarily Ranked First

At this moment, a piercing, incandescent point of cyan-gold light was gathered on the tip of the Cyan Peak Short Sword. This was the power Yang Wenqing had been accumulating ever since his first match that morning had ended.

And it wasn’t just any ordinary charge; he was using the Five Yang Qi to fuel his Golden Fire Skill.

The next instant, that incandescent point on the sword’s tip suddenly bloomed.

Nearly thirty percent of the Five Yang Qi within Yang Wenqing’s body surged forth at this moment, pouring entirely into the blade he had been charging for so long.

In an instant, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi within a ten-zhang radius of him was completely drained by this single move.

The teacup in Lei Yue’s hand froze mid-air, Gu You’s fingers stopped toying with his wine flask, and even Qin Huaiming’s hand, holding his own teacup, stiffened slightly.

In the Yunji Sect’s seating area, Ge Yunhai’s pupils suddenly contracted. The smile on his face froze for an instant before dissolving into a bitter and helpless sigh.

"Monster..."

He breathed out the single word.

In that single word was shock, helplessness, and a hint of admiration he was unwilling to admit even to himself.

On the arena stage, Leng Zhi sensed the power gathering on the blade’s tip. Her left hand flashed through a sword seal, and her sixteen streaks of sword light instantly merged into one, becoming a long, emerald streak that stabbed toward Yang Wenqing’s chest.

At the same time, she retreated again, pushing her Body Technique to its limits in an attempt to widen the distance.

But Yang Wenqing wasn’t looking at her. His entire focus was concentrated on the Cyan Peak sword hovering by his side. The incoming sword light couldn’t even break through the golden aura protecting him.

He raised his eyes to look at Leng Zhi, his Divine Sense locking onto her at the same moment. Leng Zhi saw that in those eyes, there was no extraneous emotion.

Only a short sword, shimmering with incandescent white light.

"Go."

Yang Wenqing gently uttered a single word.

At a speed Leng Zhi could not perceive, the Cyan Peak sword crossed the mere few zhang of distance, moving from Yang Wenqing’s side to right before her.

Wherever the sword’s blade passed, the emerald streak of light Leng Zhi had just stabbed with was silently severed. In the direction the blade pointed, the watery barrier three feet before Leng Zhi cracked like a paper screen.

Just an instant before the sword’s tip could touch Leng Zhi’s brow, a figure appeared at her side. It was Ge Yunhai. He reached out and made a grasping motion with his left hand.

The cyan-gold flying sword was frozen in mid-air by a gentle yet irresistible force. Its body vibrated violently, but it could not advance another inch.

Ge Yunhai gazed at the hovering sword blade before him, at the lingering trace of scorching heat and sharpness it still possessed. He fell silent for a moment, then turned his head to look at Qin Huaiming at the edge of the arena.

Qin Huaiming was already on his feet, but he hadn’t stepped onto the arena.

He looked at his disciple, then at the sword blade hovering before Ge Yunhai’s palm, a hint of gratification and pride deep in his eyes.

Ge Yunhai retracted his gaze and let it fall upon Leng Zhi. Her face was pale and her lips were trembling slightly, but she hadn’t retreated even half a step.

Ge Yunhai sighed.

"It’s a loss,"

he said softly.

Leng Zhi didn’t speak. Her hand was still held in a sword seal, but her fingers were trembling slightly.

It wasn’t fear. It was that in that single moment, the pressure from the sword had been so immense that her body had instinctively recorded the terror.

Yang Wenqing made a beckoning gesture with his right hand. The Cyan Peak sword let out a clear, long cry and turned into a streak of light, flying back to his side. It circled him gently once before landing steadily in his palm.

He then put the short sword away in his Storage Bag and gave Leng Zhi a cupped-fist salute. "Senior Sister Leng, thank you for the match."

His voice was as steady as ever, his breathing completely undisturbed.

Leng Zhi looked at him, then lowered her gaze and returned the salute. "I lost."

In the Beixuan Sect’s seating area, Lei Yue set down his teacup. On his face, usually as stern as iron, a rare, complex expression appeared.

Wu Qing sat stunned in her chair, staring at Yang Wenqing. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Shi Zheng remained silent. The Five-Colored Sparrow tilted its head and let out a faint chirp.

In the Yunji Sect’s seating area, Lin Xiyun gazed at his dimmed Myriad Phenomena Celestial Disc, then looked toward the figure on the arena stage, a wry smile touching his lips.

’My loss wasn’t unjust.’

At some point, Gu You had stood up. The hand that had been toying with his wine flask was frozen in mid-air, and a wide, unconcealed grin spread across his face.

"This kid..."

Before he could finish, Qin Huaiming had taken his position in the center of the arena and announced in a clear voice, "First match of the afternoon—Xuanyue’s Yang Wenqing is the victor."

Lan Ying flapped her wings and flew over, diving straight into Yang Wenqing’s arms. She held her little head high, her sapphire-blue eyes sparkling. Her irrepressible joy echoed in his Spirit Sea:

"Qingqing! You won! You won!"

Yang Wenqing reached out and stroked her back feathers. ’He now had only one opponent left: his fellow disciple, Senior Brother Sun Chen. If he defeated Senior Brother Sun, he would be number one.’

Just then, Qin Huaiming’s voice rang out over the Martial Arts Arena: "Fourth round, second match: Xuanyue’s Sun Chen versus Beixuan Sect’s Shi Zheng. Combatants, to the stage."

Sun Chen stood up. Red Shadow, who was at his feet, lifted its head and reluctantly took two steps back, its fluffy tail sweeping anxiously across the ground.

On the other side, Shi Zheng had also risen. The two of them stood ten zhang apart in the center of the arena.

Sun Chen cupped his fists. "Senior Brother Shi, please give me your guidance."

Shi Zheng returned the salute in silence. "Please."

The moment the word left his lips, he moved. No probing, no feints, not even a moment’s hesitation. He shot toward Sun Chen like a cannonball, his blade dragging a blazing golden tail flame—the light of Geng Metal Qi pushed to its absolute limit.

Sun Chen calmly formed a hand seal. The Six Jia Mystical Gates technique unfolded at maximum speed, an invisible retarding field spreading toward Shi Zheng like an unseen swamp. At the same time, he moved his feet, his entire body floating three zhang backward to put distance between himself and the ferocious blade.