Chapter 919: Outmatched

Chapter 919: Chapter 919: Outmatched

Xue Wei felt the pressure emanating from Xue Zhao, his face slightly changing, but he quickly regained his composure.

He gritted his teeth and looked at Xue Zhao, a hint of ruthlessness and resentment flashing in his eyes: "Fine, let’s compete then! I want to see just how strong you really are!"

Though his words were tough, his heart began to waver.

Xue Zhao’s strength made him feel unprecedented pressure, but he couldn’t back down at this moment.

Xue Zhao, on the other hand, remained calm and fearless, meeting Xue Wei’s gaze.

With a command from the Family Head, Xue Wei and Xue Zhao slowly stepped into the center of the Competition Stage.

The audience below held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two competitors.

The atmosphere was tense to the point of solidifying, as if even the air was trembling.

Xue Wei was first to strike, he suddenly waved his hand, rapidly condensing a Power of the Cold Ice that transformed into an ice sword, stabbing towards Xue Zhao like lightning.

The ice sword exuded a piercing cold, the surrounding air cooling down, making faint cracking sounds.

Xue Zhao was unfazed, she lightly raised her right hand, gathering a gentle ice element in her palm, swiftly forming an Ice Shield, blocking Xue Wei’s attack.

The ice sword collided with the Ice Shield with a crisp sound, then shattered into icy fragments scattering around.

Xue Wei furrowed his brow, then continued to wave his hands, sending several Ice Blades in succession, each carrying a fierce chill, aiming straight for Xue Zhao’s vital points.

Xue Zhao dodged gracefully, her footwork nimble like the wind, avoiding most of the Ice Blades, while the remaining were easily blocked by her Ice Shield.

"Is that all you’ve got?" Xue Zhao coldly laughed, her figure flickered and suddenly disappeared from her original position.

Xue Wei was startled, hastily looking around, feeling a cold aura closing in, Xue Zhao’s figure appeared beside him. She raised her hand, a long whip formed by the ice element whipped fiercely at Xue Wei.

Xue Wei hurriedly tried to dodge but the Ice Whip was too fast, it still struck his shoulder.

Where the Ice Whip passed, cold air invaded the body, Xue Wei felt a stabbing coldness emanating from his shoulder.

He gritted his teeth to endure the pain, counter-attacking with a palm aimed at Xue Zhao, unleashing a powerful Elemental Power like a fierce wind towards Xue Zhao.

Xue Zhao raised a hand to block, the two powers of ice elements collided mid-air, scattering icy shards.

Both were pushed back by each other’s power, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

The audience below watched without blinking, their hearts shaken by the brilliant duel.

Some clansmen couldn’t help but whisper: "Xue Zhao’s strength is unexpectedly powerful, matching Xue Wei evenly."

"Indeed, it seems the election this time is more complex than we imagined."

"But Xue Wei isn’t one to be trifled with, he seems yet to exert his full strength."

Xue Wei looked coldly at Xue Zhao, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes: "I didn’t expect you to break through to the Ninth Level of Martial Emperor Realm. However, even so, you shouldn’t think you can beat me!"

He suddenly exerted himself, the ice element quickly condensed around him, forming a gigantic Ice Dragon, its claws brandishing, bringing destructive cold air, charged towards Xue Zhao.

Xue Zhao’s expression grew serious, she waved both hands, the ice element within her rapidly gathered, forming a sturdy Ice Wall in front of her.

The Ice Dragon crashed into the Ice Wall, emitting a deafening roar, icy shards scattered. Xue Zhao gritted her teeth, fully resisting the Ice Dragon’s impact, but her Ice Wall gradually formed cracks under the fierce assault.

Seeing the scene, Xue Wei sneered: "You’re still too weak!"

He suddenly exerted more force, the Ice Dragon’s attack became more intense, the Ice Wall finally crumbled under the powerful impact.

Xue Zhao’s figure flickered, dodging the Ice Dragon’s frontal assault, but its tail still swept her, forcing her back with mighty power. She staggered a few steps before steadying herself.

However, Xue Zhao’s face showed no panic, she coldly looked at Xue Wei: "Do you think you can beat me like this?"

She suddenly waved her hand, the ice element on the ground rapidly gathered, forming several Ice Spikes, attacking Xue Wei from all directions.

Xue Wei was startled, hurriedly dodging, but the Ice Spikes moved too fast, several still pierced his body. He gritted his teeth against the pain, frantically waving his hands, quickly condensing an Ice Shield to fend off the remaining Ice Spikes.

The two fought fiercely back and forth, the audience below watched without blinking, shaken by the thrilling duel.

As time passed, Xue Wei slowly felt fatigued.

Despite his initial momentum, facing the Ninth Level of Martial Emperor Realm Xue Zhao, his attacks gradually showed signs of weariness, his movements becoming slower.

Each clash made him feel his strength being drained little by little, while Xue Zhao seemed to fight more fiercely, her attacks became increasingly fierce.

Xue Zhao swung her Ice Whip again, fiercely striking towards Xue Wei.

Xue Wei was too late to dodge, only using his Ice Shield to barely defend.

However, the power of the Ice Whip was overwhelming, directly shattering his Ice Shield, the whip’s tail fiercely hitting his shoulder.

The intense pain made his face instantly pale, his body involuntarily stepped back a few paces.

"Damn it!" Xue Wei cursed in his heart, "How can this woman be so strong!?"

He forcibly endured the pain in his shoulder, attempting to gather more ice elements for a counterattack.

However, the ice elements within him were already becoming chaotic, his arms were numb from repeated attacks, movements increasingly inflexible.

He looked at Xue Zhao with a gaze full of anger and unwillingness, cursing repeatedly in his heart: "This bitch! If it weren’t for her, I’d already be the Saint Position heir!"

Xue Wei swung his Ice Sword once more, attempting a final counterattack.

However, Xue Zhao had already seen through his weakness, she flickered nimbly, easily dodging his attack, then suddenly struck with a fist, her punch amassed with powerful ice element, directly hitting Xue Wei’s chest.

Xue Wei felt severe pain in his chest, his body flew like a broken kite, heavily crashing onto the ground, spitting a mouthful of blood.

The audience below witnessed the scene, letting out exclamations.

They watched Xue Wei’s pitiful state, feeling even more awe at Xue Zhao’s strength.

"Looks like Xue Wei really isn’t a match for Xue Zhao!"

"Xue Zhao is truly powerful, no wonder she could break through to the Ninth Level of Martial Emperor Realm."

"Xue Wei is going to lose, this Saint Position election seems to be decided."

Xue Wei lay on the ground, burning with anger inside: "Why is this happening!? Why can’t I defeat her!?"

He gritted his teeth, stubbornly standing up, his eyes full of unwillingness and fury.

"Do you think you’ve won like this!?" Xue Wei roared, furiously waving his hands, attempting to gather ice elements once again for a counterattack.