Chapter 107 - 15: White Tiger Po Jun

Chapter 107: Chapter 15: White Tiger Po Jun

Hearing this voice, Ding Qi’s expression turned strange.

A weird smile surfaced on his face. He looked at Feng Yin with seemingly even more schadenfreude. "Haha, I know who that is. Boy, you’re in for some bad luck."

Feng Yin cast a bewildered glance at Ding Qi, only to see the same look of someone enjoying a good show on his face. The proportions of joking and amusement were heavier; there wasn’t much of a warning for him to be careful. Recalling the words "our Yin Yang Sword Sect" he had just heard, it likely indicated that the newcomers were from the headquarters. Since they were from the same sect, there shouldn’t be any danger.

Feng Yin thought this as Xiao Yu led him into the large arena.

The first thing he saw was the central ring surrounded by nearly a hundred people. His eyesight was excellent. Through the gaps in the crowd, he spotted Xie Yanran and Huo Ming being scolded.

The expressions on their faces were quite subtle. It was the kind of look that, while showing some anger, was mostly filled with embarrassment.

Opposite them, standing with their backs to the main doors, were two people. One was a curvaceous woman with smooth white hair that cascaded to her waist, her face unseen. The other was a young man at least two meters tall, with a broad chest and thick, round arms, looking like a miniature giant. Just from his back, he exuded an imposing might that seemed capable of fending off ten thousand men.

This young man was turned slightly sideways, allowing Feng Yin to see his appearance. He had ordinary features and an honest, simple expression. A pair of tiger-like eyes shone brightly, framed by extremely thick eyebrows. What a majestic and fierce warrior!

The moment Feng Yin saw this young man, he couldn’t help but cheer in his heart.

At this moment, Xiao Yu, who was pulling him along, started shouting boisterously, "Senior Martial Sister! Fifth Senior Martial Brother! We’re back!"

Her shouting drew everyone’s attention. When Xie Yanran and Huo Ming saw the two of them, their faces lit up with joy, looking very much as if they had breathed a sigh of relief.

The white-haired woman and the majestic young man also turned their heads to look over, and the woman’s appearance subsequently came into Feng Yin’s view.

She had a voluptuous figure and looked to be between thirty and forty years old. Her gorgeous face carried a hint of ruthlessness. Most uniquely, the irises of her eyes were different from those of regular Celestial Essence People; they were silver-gray, and her pupils were uncanny, somewhat resembling those of a feline.

Behind them, Ding Qi chuckled. "Heh, it really is her, Bai Canglan."

Feng Yin and Xiao Yu both turned around.

Xiao Yu asked, "Uncle Ding, do you know this pretty lady who looks so fierce?"

Ding Qi laughed heartily. "I know her all too well. She’s the Vice Stream Master of the Yin Yang Sword Sect’s White Tiger Style, the White Rakshasa, Bai Canglan."

Over there, Bai Canglan had already pricked up her ears and called out loudly, "Little girl over there, who are you calling fierce?"

Now aware of Bai Canglan’s identity, the sharp-witted Xiao Yu immediately changed her tune. "I meant ’fiercely well-endowed’! The well-endowed, pretty lady!"

Bai Canglan glanced at her and nodded in satisfaction. "Seeing as you have a good eye, I won’t hold it against you. Are you Chen Yu?"

Xiao Yu giggled and pulled Feng Yin forward with her. "Junior Martial Uncle Bai, you can just call me Xiao Yu."

Bai Canglan then looked at Feng Yin. "So, you’re the beloved disciple of Xie Jingyuan that Old Dog Ding has been bragging about to the high heavens?"

Feng Yin nodded politely to Bai Canglan. "Junior Martial Uncle Bai, I am Feng Yin."

Beside them, Ding Qi waved his hand. "First, I am not an old dog. Second, when I said this boy is formidable, I wasn’t exaggerating."

Bai Canglan’s gaze turned intense. "I don’t care if you’re bragging or not. The point is, this boy is Xie Jingyuan’s most prized disciple, right?"

Ding Qi chuckled. "Of course. If this boy can’t be his true disciple, then you won’t find many people in this world who could."

Bai Canglan carefully sized up Feng Yin. "Your appearance does have a bit of Old Ghost Xie’s vibe. Let’s see if you’re just all flash and no substance. Get in the ring. Whether you have any actual skill or not, we’ll know after you fight my disciple, Po Jun."

Were they going to fight already?

Feng Yin looked at Xie Yanran and Huo Ming, wanting to see their opinions. With Xie Jingyuan absent, the Gangrou Sword Hall definitely answered to these two senior martial siblings.

Xie Yanran and Huo Ming exchanged a glance. Seeing the other give a slight nod, they gritted their teeth, nodded as well, and looked at Feng Yin.

"Feng Yin, just fight," Xie Yanran said. "Junior Martial Uncle Bai is a senior from the headquarters. She won’t let anyone hurt you."

"Oh," Bai Canglan sneered. "Are you trying to put me on the spot?"

Choked by Bai Canglan’s words, Xie Yanran revealed an awkward expression.

Huo Ming immediately chimed in from the side, speaking with an apologetic smile. "Junior Martial Uncle Bai, please don’t make things difficult for us. Feng Yin hasn’t been practicing the sword for very long, and his fundamentals aren’t too solid yet.

"Junior Martial Brother Po Jun possesses astonishing Divine Power, and he wields such a Heavy Artifact. If he hurts someone, our Master will be upset."

A Heavy Artifact?

Hearing him say this, Feng Yin raised his eyes to look at the hands of the young man named Po Jun, his gaze involuntarily narrowing. He saw that the young man’s right hand was gripping a long, four-edged short weapon that resembled both a sword and a staff, yet was neither.

A Mace!

The name of the weapon floated into his mind. He couldn’t believe it. Were they seriously using this kind of weapon for a sparring match? Even wearing Armor, getting smashed by that once would be unbearable.

"Tch!" Bai Canglan scoffed. "What are you all so afraid of? The Tiger Mace in Po Jun’s hand is a custom-made item that meets tournament regulations. Its weight is no heavier than your swords."

Xie Yanran and Huo Ming’s gazes trembled as they looked at several Direct Disciples behind them who were still clutching their forearms in pain.

Huo Ming’s expression was strained. "Junior Martial Uncle Bai, are you saying that Junior Martial Brother Po Jun beat them into this state relying entirely on his own physical strength?"

"What else could it be?" Bai Canglan cast a cold glance at those people. "They look the part, but they’re nothing but flashy fakes. Not a single one of them even lasted three bouts against Po Jun." She looked impatiently at Feng Yin on the side. "Are you getting in the ring or not?"

Hearing Bai Canglan say that the Mace was a weight-reduced tournament weapon, Feng Yin’s heart settled down.

He said softly, "I will."

With that, he glanced at the majestic young man and, seeing that he was still wearing ordinary sportswear, asked, "Po Jun, aren’t you going to wear Armor?"

Po Jun was stunned for a moment, then stammered, "I-I listen to my Master... She told me not to wear Armor just now."

Feng Yin looked at Bai Canglan. "Junior Martial Uncle Bai, it’s better if you let him wear Armor."

Standing to the side with her arms crossed, Bai Canglan raised an eyebrow upon seeing Feng Yin bring this up on his own accord. She flashed a half-smile. "Oh? It seems you have quite a bit of confidence in yourself. Put the Armor on, then."

"Oh, okay." Po Jun nodded obediently, pushing his way through the crowd of spectators to get to the side of the ring and opening his massive case.

Feng Yin also walked to the side of the ring.

Xiao Yu followed him with a worried look. "First Junior Martial Brother, I’ll help you put it on."

During the armoring process, she glanced at Po Jun several times and said with a frown, "First Junior Martial Brother, be careful. That big guy looks terrifying. Don’t get hurt by him."

Feng Yin smiled and nodded. "Don’t worry. With the Protective Gear Xiao Yu custom-ordered for me, nothing will go wrong."

Xiao Yu forced a smile. "If your opponent were of normal size, I definitely wouldn’t worry. But that guy looks like a giant. He must have boundless strength. I’m afraid you’ll be flattened."

"Relax, I won’t be." Feng Yin patted her little head just as he had before, giving a slight smile. "That guy isn’t necessarily as formidable as Nie Fei."

A few minutes later.

Wearing pitch-black Wolf Armor and carrying the Dragon and Snake Sword, Feng Yin stepped into the spacious central ring.

On the other side, the majestic young man named Po Jun, who was a minute or two slower, walked onto the stage step by step wearing a suit of white Heavy Armor. Wielding the plain Tiger Mace, his massive frame paired with the even broader and heavier White Armor made his Momentum all the more imposing.

An ordinary person merely standing in front of this guy would likely go weak in the knees, their only thought being to run away.

The young man’s face was hidden beneath a ferocious beast mask. Only that pair of bright tiger eyes could be seen as an honest, simple voice rang out from within:

"I, Supervisor of the Army, the true disciple of this generation’s White Tiger Style. Please enlighten me."

Feng Yin pulled down his Wolf Head Helmet. He slowly raised the Dragon and Snake Sword and assumed a mid-level stance.

"Feng Yin. I study the Cyan Dragon Secret Sword, though I don’t know if I’m considered a true disciple...

"Please enlighten me."