Chapter 916: Standing Up

Chapter 916: Chapter 916: Standing Up

Ye Qingchen nodded: "Yes, my cultivation has improved significantly, Xue Wei would never have imagined that his actions would bring me such a great opportunity."

Xue Zhao’s eyes were full of laughter: "Hahaha, Ye Qingchen, it’s truly you. If Xue Wei knew, he would be furious. But, I still have to thank you for using the remaining energy to save me."

Ye Qingchen smiled and waved his hand: "It’s what I should do. We’re friends, and you’ve helped me plenty of times too. I’m just doing what I ought to."

Xue Zhao nodded, her eyes full of gratitude and respect: "Anyway, thank you. By the way, how long was I unconscious? Is the Xue Family election about to start?"

Qi Tian reacted to the mention of the election, stomping his feet in urgency.

He quickly walked up to Xue Zhao, his voice filled with anxiety and worry: "Miss, today is the day of the Saint Position election. Xue Feng went to challenge Xue Wei for your revenge. Miss, think of something quickly. Xue Feng is simply not a match for Xue Wei, he might be beaten to death soon!"

Xue Zhao’s face changed dramatically upon hearing this, her eyes filled with shock and concern: "What? Xue Feng went to challenge Xue Wei? Why is he so impulsive! He knows full well that his strength is inferior to Xue Wei, acting hastily like this, isn’t he seeking his own death?"

She was extremely surprised.

Xue Feng wouldn’t go to such lengths for her!

The situation before her was urgent and imperative, she had to act immediately to save Xue Feng.

"Ye Qingchen," Xue Zhao turned to Ye Qingchen, her voice carrying a request, "I must rush to the square immediately, Xue Feng is doing this for me, I cannot let him face this danger alone."

Ye Qingchen nodded, his face growing solemn: "Alright, I’ll go with you. We can’t let Xue Feng sacrifice in vain."

On the square, the battle between the two had already entered a white-hot stage.

Xue Wei dressed in a silver battle robe, coldly stared at Xue Feng across from him, eyes full of icy killing intent.

Meanwhile, Xue Feng appeared a bit disheveled, his clothes in disorder, sweat covering his forehead, yet he remained standing steadfastly, refusing to retreat.

Xue Wei wielded his longsword, its light like lightning, accompanied by a fierce wind as it sliced towards Xue Feng.

Xue Feng struggled to defend, but each move seemed so laborious.

Xue Wei’s every strike was precise and vicious, each one a killing blow, seemingly aiming to force Xue Feng into a desperate situation.

"Clang!" A resounding metallic collision, Xue Feng’s sword was slashed out of his hand and fell to the side.

Xue Feng hurriedly retreated a few steps, avoiding Xue Wei’s follow-up attack.

But Xue Wei showed no mercy, once again thrusting his sword towards Xue Feng’s chest.

Xue Feng couldn’t dodge in time, a deep wound was cut into his chest by the sword tip, blood instantly dyed his clothes red. He let out a painful groan, yet still did not fall down, his eyes showing determination and defiance.

"Xue Feng, you might as well admit defeat," Xue Wei sneered, contempt flashing through his eyes, "With your level of strength, you’re not even qualified to compete with me for the Saint Position."

Xue Feng gritted his teeth, saying nothing. He knew, he couldn’t retreat, couldn’t admit defeat, he must persist until the last moment.

Xue Wei seeing this, his face darkened, once again wielding his longsword, this time his blade carried even stronger murderous intent, straight at Xue Feng’s throat.

Xue Feng exerted all his strength to dodge, but his injuries slowed his movements by a beat, and the sword light grazed his shoulder, bringing forth a spray of blood.

The audience beneath the stage watched this scene, some couldn’t help but debate: "Xue Feng is too weak, he’s simply not a match for Xue Wei."

"Already like this and still not surrendering, is he courting death?" Another sneered coldly.

"Xue Wei is really formidable, this time the Saint Position belongs solely to him." More people were cheering for Xue Wei.

However, there were also those who felt injustice for Xue Feng: "Xue Feng is holding on for a reason, and his spirit is something worth learning from!"

"But this is completely meaningless, he can’t defeat Xue Wei." More people sighed.

Xiao Xiao stood under the stage, so anxious that her palms were sweating coldly, she shouted loudly: "Xue Feng, stop holding on!"

At this moment, the Family Head was no longer paying attention to the match on stage.

His gaze was tightly fixed on the distant thunder tribulation, furrowing his brows deeply.

The Family Head’s face was dark, clearly uneasy.

He slowly stood up, turned around and called a guard over, instructing in a low voice: "Go find out what’s going on, report back to me."

The guard followed orders, replying: "Yes, Family Head."

He quickly departed, his figure soon disappearing into the crowd.

The Family Head stood on the stage, still intently watching the distant thunder tribulation.

His hand gently stroked his chin, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

His gaze occasionally swept towards the testing platform where Xue Wei and Xue Feng were, but most of his attention was still fixated on the sky formed by lightning.

Xue Wei pinned Xue Feng to the ground, raining punches down, the stage gradually stained red with Xue Feng’s blood.

Xue Feng’s face and body were covered in blood, his breathing became rapid and heavy, yet his eyes remained steadfast, refusing to retreat.

Xue Wei’s fists contained the cold ice element, each strike leaving cold traces and immense pain on Xue Feng’s body.

Blood constantly spilled from Xue Feng’s mouth, yet he gritted his teeth, staring intensely at Xue Wei, utterly refusing to admit defeat.

"You fool who doesn’t know when to die!" Xue Wei’s face grew more and more sinister, anger and murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

He viciously grabbed Xue Feng’s collar, lifting him from the ground, then punched hard into Xue Feng’s abdomen.

Xue Feng groaned, his body falling like a rag back to the ground, fresh blood once again spraying on the ground.

The audience beneath the stage watching this tragic scene, collectively gasped, the atmosphere chillingly silent.

"Xue Feng is too miserable, this isn’t a match, it’s slaughter!"

"Xue Wei is so cruel, even when Xue Feng is like this he still won’t spare him."

"Xue Feng is truly unyielding, but at this rate, he’ll be beaten to death."

Xue Wei looked at Xue Feng on the ground, madness and anger shining in his eyes. He stepped forward, forcefully stepping on Xue Feng’s chest, the cold sword edge aimed at Xue Feng’s throat, coldly said: "You’re refusing to admit defeat, are you? Then I’ll let you die enlightened right here!"

Xue Feng gritted his teeth, struggling to rise, but his severe injuries nearly incapacitated him.

His eyes still sparkled with unyielding light, his lips moved slightly, yet he uttered not a plea.

Xue Wei seeing this, his face grew more ferocious, his sword edge exerted force, the tip cutting into Xue Feng’s skin, blood flowing along the sword edge.

"You think this will avenge Xue Zhao?" Xue Wei taunted in a low voice, "You are just a waste, not even dying properly, and Xue Zhao doesn’t want a waste to stand up for her."

Xue Wei’s voice was icy and filled with killing intent, every word stabbed at Xue Feng’s heart like a sharp sword.