Chapter 159 - 156: The Last Match

Chapter 159: Chapter 156: The Last Match"Kid, what are you doing?" As the unexpected figure made his move and pushed him back, Fang Ziyue’s eyes suddenly darkened, and his gaze landed on the slender figure, who was none other than Ye Xuan. However, Ye Xuan completely ignored his shout. He steadied Ling Qianxue, who was about to fall, and then took out a pill, inserting it into her cherry lips. "Brother Leng, please help Senior Sister Ling off the stage first." Ye Xuan looked down at Leng Ruofeng, who, after a moment of surprise, nodded, ascended the platform, and supported Ling Qianxue. He then looked at Ye Xuan with some astonishment, "Junior Brother Ye, you..." Before he could finish, Ye Xuan nodded, and Leng Ruofeng seemed to understand Ye Xuan’s intention and without further questions, helped Ling Qianxue off the stage. Clearly, Ye Xuan intended to take Ling Qianxue’s place and fight this last battle. Ling Qianxue, meanwhile, still seemed somewhat dazed as she watched Ye Xuan’s retreating figure. Although Ye Xuan’s power seemed greatly inferior to Fang Ziyue’s, for some reason, she felt that the Ye Xuan standing before her wouldn’t easily lose to him. "Kid, trying to play the hero? You’re not qualified yet. How dare you disrupt the competition, what, can’t your Heavenly Martial Hall accept defeat?" Right after Ling Qianxue stepped down, Fang Ziyue also suddenly barked harshly, his face darkening. Clearly, he was extremely aggravated by Ye Xuan’s sudden intrusion and his complete disregard. However, this time, Ye Xuan responded silently, suddenly raising his hand and flicking his finger, sending a round pill flying out like a bullet towards Fang Ziyue, who slightly changed his expression and caught the pill. "This Clean Heart Pill will let you recover the True Qi you just expended within five minutes. After recovering, cut the chatter." "The last battle, I’ll fight with you." Ye Xuan said indifferently. "Haha, arrogant! Just you?" Angered by Ye Xuan’s dismissive actions, Fang Ziyue burst out in a laugh of extreme anger. It was ridiculous—a mere Inner Hall Disciple dared to act so arrogantly before him, truly ignorant beyond belief. "Scared? Well, with your skills, the only thing you can bully is an injured woman; faced with anyone else, you naturally back down." Ye Xuan flicked the dust from his clothes and cracked a slight mocking smile, the provocation in his words quite clear. "Kid, I have to admit, you’re pretty good at provocation. Since you want to play the hero, I’ll oblige." A vicious look flickered in Fang Ziyue’s eyes. After sniffing the pill, he swallowed it down, thinking Ye Xuan, an arrogant idiot who thought himself a hero, truly sought death. "Overestimating your capabilities." From Wildfire Sect’s side, Lin Yan, who had lost to Ye Xuan in the first round, sneered and shook his head. It seems that his previous victory had greatly overinflated Ye Xuan’s confidence. He has no idea of the huge gap between Inner Sect Disciples and True Disciples, especially since Fang Ziyue of Wildfire Sect, was the strongest among them. Ye Xuan’s action was pure masochism. "Daring to show up at this time, this kid does have some guts, just too stupid though, provoking Brother Fang this way, I’m afraid it won’t end well." Wei Chen and the others all donned expressions of someone waiting to watch a good show. An Inner Sect Disciple challenging Fang Ziyue, whose Cultivation was nearing the Second Grade Martial Sect, though not much suspense was anticipated, they were eager to watch the scene of Fang Ziyue humiliating Ye Xuan, crushing the luck-driven psychology of Heavenly Martial Hall disciples once and for all. "Ye Xuan is still too young and impulsive, afraid he might suffer later on." At Heavenly Martial Hall, watching the upcoming battle, Yang Ting couldn’t help but shake his head. Among the three of them, only Ling Qianxue could firmly suppress Fang Ziyue. Even he and Leng Ruofeng, using all their power, wouldn’t be a match for Fang Ziyue, let alone Ye Xuan, who, despite his talent, was still just an Inner Hall Disciple. Perhaps he might have a chance to defeat Fang Ziyue in the future, but not now. "No way around it, we’ve already lost; might as well let him try. I actually think Ye Xuan isn’t someone reckless; maybe he does have some secret trump card." Leng Ruofeng sighed. Even he hadn’t expected this challenge to force their Heavenly Martial Hall into such a predicament, ultimately needing Ye Xuan, an Inner Hall Disciple, to step forward. He was somewhat expectantly looking forward to seeing if Ye Xuan, who had repeatedly performed miracles, could amaze them again this time. "Hope so." Yang Ting nodded, although he still remained skeptical. No matter how strong the trump cards were, didn’t Fang Ziyue have trump cards too? The gap between them was too large; the odds of winning this battle were ultimately too slim. Five minutes quietly passed, and under many watchful eyes, Fang Ziyue, who had been seated on the ground to adjust his breath, slowly stood up. The real show was about to start. "Kid, your nightmare starts now." Fang Ziyue gave a smile that was clearly tinged with ruthlessness as he laughed. "Whose nightmare this is, remains to be seen." Upon hearing this, Ye Xuan did not waste another word but suddenly flexed his fingers, sending a sharp Finger Light spiraling forward, expanding to the size of a palm before fiercely shooting straight at Fang Ziyue. "Young man, I will make you regret every word you’ve said!" Watching the Spiral Finger Light bursting towards him, Fang Ziyue coldly chuckled without any intention to dodge. His fan snapped shut, and then he fiercely fanned out, the sharp blade light colliding heavily with the Spiral Finger Light. Bang! The explosion echoed crisply in the sky, an astonishing gust sweeping across, the Spiral Finger Force was directly shattered by Fang Ziyue’s strike. The strength of a First Grade Martial Sect Master was indeed formidable, far surpassing that of a Half-step Martial Sect. "Fan Dance Meteor!" Having crushed Ye Xuan’s Great Jade Spiral Finger, Fang Ziyue immediately counterattacked, shaking his folding fan and deploying the moves that had previously injured Ling Qianxue. From the fan, blade lights like flying knives enveloped Ye Xuan. With a shift in his gaze, the Spiritual Edge Sword on Ye Xuan’s back suddenly unsheathed, and with a flick of his wrist, streams of sword light fell like stars, colliding with the blade lights and deflecting them all. The blade light returned, and Ye Xuan’s legs launched a series of kicks while his Spiritual Edge Sword struck rapidly, dissolving the offensive again. "Pointing at the Landscape!" As Ye Xuan just fended off an attack, Fang Ziyue’s figure surged forward explosively, his fan unfolding and emitting a robust wave, transforming into formidable mountains and rivers, pressing down fiercely towards Ye Xuan. Boom! This attack was fiercely formidable, the heavy pressure seemed truly overwhelming, enough to crush Ye Xuan. However, facing such an expansive attack, Ye Xuan’s face showed no sign of panic. Holding his sword with both hands, his True Qi converged at the blade’s edge. As he swung his sword, a huge sword light also quickly soared and exploded upon those mountains and rivers. Bang! The two forces fiercely collided, both staggering perilously. The once solid mountains and rivers instantly cracked, and the sword light dimmed, both nearly shattering simultaneously with a remarkable impact. "What, it actually broke through my move?" Seeing his attack countered, Fang Ziyue’s face clearly showed extreme surprise. Still, despite his shock, his expression quickly darkened again; he stepped forward, his True Qi gathering rapidly at the fan’s tip like the sharpest blade edge, ruthlessly targeting Ye Xuan. Ye Xuan, without even a blink, seemed to step on rapid winds, his sharp sword tip meeting Fang Ziyue’s attack head-on without a hint of retreat. On the high platform, two figures crossed like lightning, unleashing waves of remarkable wind ripples. Below, the crowd watched intently, recognizing that both contenders were gradually pulling out their true capabilities, the slightest error likely leading to severe injuries. "How is this possible? This Ye Xuan, how can he fight to such a degree against Brother Fang?" From Wildfire Sect’s side, the disciples’ expressions turned somewhat ugly, especially Lin Yan who clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with disbelief. Ye Xuan, a mere Half-step Martial Sect Realm, an Inner Sect Disciple, how could he possibly possess such strength? "Don’t worry, Brother Fang still has stronger moves up his sleeve. Even if Ye Xuan can hold on for a short time, he will undoubtedly lose in the end." Luo Cheng and others beside him also furrowed their brows, evidently shocked by Ye Xuan’s displayed combat power, yet they absolutely didn’t believe Ye Xuan held the power to contend with Fang Ziyue. "This guy, really keeping his cards close..." Watching the almost evenly matched duel on the platform, Leng Ruofeng was also slightly taken aback. He had thought the contest would surely be at a disadvantage, but Ye Xuan exceeded expectations, directly clashing head-on with Fang Ziyue, and from the looks of it, it was hard to tell who might win in the short term. "Yes, but after all, there’s a big gap in their cultivation levels, and in terms of the robustness of True Qi, he’s far behind Fang Ziyue. If this continues, he’ll gradually run out of strength..." Yang Ting’s expression was similar to Leng Ruofeng’s. He thought Ye Xuan could only last a few moves against Fang Ziyue at most, but instead, he managed to fight to a draw, creating an uncertain outcome. However, he was also worried. Compared to Fang Ziyue, Ye Xuan’s disadvantage was clear, and though it might not be obvious now, it would likely become evident later on. PS: Today’s interview left me physically and mentally exhausted; sorry for the slow update, everyone.