Blind Spot
Chapter 546 - 502 contact four

Chapter 546: 502 contact four

"The tournament brackets and names are all hanging on the display stands on both sides of the arena. There are three rounds in total, with each match lasting no more than half an hour. Killing is forbidden, but all else is allowed. Let the games begin. The Qingying Group will go first."

The Yuheng Sect Master is the woman in the large red Taoist robe, carrying the Life Flame Sword that burned with golden flames, sitting cross-legged and floating above the main seat of Linquan Palace.

Two elders, serving as judges, are seated beside her.

Sixteen people take the stage at once.

They are paired up in groups of two, assigned randomly, and then the remaining eight continue until the final two are left to determine first and second place.

The disciples from the Faceless Sword Sect are all dressed in green, the Suyue Sect in all white, the Qingmu Sword Sect in uniform blue, and the Yuheng Sect in red dresses, all female.

All four groups consist of young men and women under the age of nineteen.

Li Chengyi is among them, his expression calm. In his hand, he holds the Dingyuan Sword, a gift from Kui Ling, with white deer antlers that have grown slightly longer than before.

This makes him somewhat conspicuous in the crowd.

Whoosh!

In an instant, streaks of red light descend from the sky, drawing each pair of assigned combatants closer together.

"Bai Lu, it’s all on you!!" Bai He was still shouting as he was pulled away by the light.

"Brother Bai Lu is the strongest! Qing Kong is second!" Qiu Chen followed with a shout.

"Shut up! He’s far behind Brother Qing Kong!" Zhao Yuan interrupted with annoyance.

"..." Li Chengyi allowed the red light to pull him to a blue-robed disciple.

It’s someone from the Qingmu Sword Sect.

A pretty female disciple with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a look of naivety and innocence in her gaze.

"It’s you!! I will avenge my senior sister!!" Upon seeing Li Chengyi, the female disciple couldn’t contain her anger and, without a second word, her hand formed a sword technique.

Swish!

The long sword sheathed on her back suddenly unsheathed and flew towards Li Chengyi.

Clang!!!

A loud noise suddenly resonates.

The long sword breaks into two pieces in front of Li Chengyi, falls on the ground, and emits a clear clinking sound.

Li Chengyi is still standing in the same spot, seemingly unchanged as if he had not lifted a finger.

And indeed, he had not.

A translucent Sword of Wisdom fades slowly beside him and disappears, and everything returns to calm.

Only the stunned and fearful gaze of the girl opposite remains.

"So strong...!!?" Once she assesses the situation, she immediately raises her hand. "I concede!"

Her expression shifts so quickly that even Li Chengyi fails to react.

"The winner, from the Faceless Sword Sect—Bai Lu!" A female disciple of the Yuheng Sect announces loudly.

The fight had hardly begun for five seconds before it was over....

This speed suddenly made Li Chengyi, already the center of attention, even more conspicuous.

The onlooking disciples of the Yuheng Sect all began to shift their gaze towards him, inquiring in hushed tones about his identity and background.

"A very skilled execution of Faceless Sword Technique, and with the Sword of Wisdom... Judging by the cultivation level, it should be between the second and third layer of the Holy Spirit Technique. At this age, quite impressive," the Yuheng Sect Master gave a cursory glance to Li Chengyi and offered her assessment.

"That’s Kui Ling’s adopted child. After the incident two years ago, Kui Ling quickly took in a boy from outside; it’s him," one of the elders from the Yuheng Sect explained softly.

"Not on par with Huo Qingkong, but still a prodigy. The Faceless Sword Sect seems to be entering a flourishing period," another elder murmured quietly.

"From his demeanor, he seems to have more hidden strength, just how much remains unseen."

"Let’s watch and find out, over there in the Qingmu Sword Sect, the Qingying Group also has a contender. Zhao Chi from the Four Families of the Zhao clan is quite talented and skilled. His cultivation is a level higher than that of Bai Lu; they should have a good fight," someone from the steward’s side spoke out.

Yuheng only gave a slight nod, and the elder did not continue speaking.

For them, children at this level were only just beginning their path of cultivation.

Those from the Suyue Sect had anticipated Li Chengyi’s performance and were not surprised; they were the quietest of the group.

The leading elder of the Faceless Sword Sect, Yun Ling, stroked his beard, a hint of a smile on his face as he looked towards the Qingmu Sword Sect.

"This kid Bai Lu is showing off a bit too eagerly; against the Qingmu Sword Sect, it’s better to wear them down slowly."

The accompanying stewards had a twitch in their faces.

They knew that Elder Yun Ling’s unsaid message was that it was better to torment the opponent slowly.

Elder Yun Ling had been injured by an elder of the Qingmu Sword Sect years ago, harming his vital channels and halting his cultivation for decades, thus missing the prime time for cultivation breakthroughs—naturally, he bore deep resentment towards them.

With many attendants from the Qingmu Sword Sect present, their expressions turned sour, one of the stewards signaled for the female disciple to step down and check her injuries, while a few others huddled around Ding Zao, whispering among themselves.

Clang!

At the same time, an explosion of a crisp sound erupts, ringing out from another contest area separated by a light membrane.

A Qingmu Sword Sect boy with short deep purple hair, holding a sword in one hand, had actually managed to force Zhao Yuan, in front of him, into kneeling on the ground.

Zhao Yuan’s face turns red as she struggles with all her might, her circulation of Qi and blood violently active, but she just can’t stand up.

"Xu Tusheng, what a cute little thing, remember my name," the purple-haired boy sneers, suddenly exerting force, and a burst of blue light explodes once again from his sword.

The blast breaks Zhao Yuan’s longsword in her hand, then hits her heaving chest heavily.

Thump!!

She flies backward, crashing into the red light membrane and tumbling down. A mouthful of blood is spat out on the spot.

Blood seeps through her chest area; she is unable to get back up.

"You bastard....!"

Zhao Yuan struggles to get up but fails to rise several times, her eyes filling with more and more blood vessels, glaring fiercely at her opponent.

"How weak you are, how did you even get selected for the Faceless Sword Sect’s Qingying group?" The purple-haired boy walks up to her, the corner of his mouth curled in mockery.

"That’s enough, Xu Tusheng, don’t waste time," a cold-looking, robust young man with unruly blond hair like a lion’s mane calls from a not too distant light membrane cell.

"Fine. Zhao Chi has spoken, I’ll let it slide this time, you little trash. Lucky you," Xu Tusheng abruptly kicks Zhao Yuan in the abdomen, flipping her several times before crashing into the light membrane again.

Yet Zhao Yuan still does not concede.

Not conceding, not having completely lost the ability to fight, means the match can continue.

"Ah!!" Clenching her teeth, she actually struggles to her feet, steadying herself against the light membrane.

"Instant Prison!" With a flick of her hand, blue light erupts, summoning the second blade from her Sword Nurturing Pouch.

The sword blade, turned into a burst of blue light, shoots at the speed of sound towards Xu Tusheng on the other side.

But...as the blue light collided with the air in front of Xu Tusheng, its speed violently dropped, being blocked and stuck by a layer of blue light film.

Then.

Clang!

Another blue sword blade flashed by.

The blue light was split in two, and the second sword weapon also followed suit, breaking into two pieces and falling to the ground, losing its glow.

The faint sliver of the Sword of Wisdom gathered on it was forced out, causing Zhao Yuan to involuntarily pale and cough up another mouthful of blood.

She looked at the broken sword on the ground, and despair finally showed in her eyes.

At this instant, she hurriedly turned her head to look at her eldest senior brother, Huo Qingkong.

Huo Qingkong slightly shook his head at her, signaling her to admit defeat.

"Your Faceless Sword Sect only has a Qing Kong Sword; the rest is just trash, isn’t it?" Xu Tusheng’s voice came again from across.

"It’s also that you guys have good luck. If Huo Qingkong were in our Qingmu Sword Sect, he would definitely achieve much more than he has now!" Xu Tusheng continued to rant.

While speaking, his gaze was fixed on Li Chengyi.

The coldness in his eyes was not something a teenager of his age should possess.

Seeing this, Li Chengyi knew that the Qingmu Sword Sect had set their sights on him this time, probably because he had passed by Shangqing City last time and happened to kill a few of their people, angering them.

"Admit defeat, Zhao Yuan," Li Chengyi said immediately to Zhao Yuan.

At a time like this, Zhao Yuan was obviously being dragged down by him. Their opponent was likely one of those great clan descendants who had suffered from rigorous training from a young age and not someone who only began practicing foundation techniques after becoming a personal disciple, unlike the Four Junior Swords.

"Don’t worry about me!!" To Li Chengyi’s surprise, Zhao Yuan suddenly turned her head and roared at him.

"I...am not trash!" Her legs trembling, she leaned against the light screen, desperately propping up her body.

Crack.

Even her teeth were bitten so hard that they began to crack.

"But you are weak," Xu Tusheng raised an eyebrow, puzzled and somewhat impatient. "If I weren’t restricted from using lethal force, do you think you’d still have a chance to yell here?"

He suddenly took a quick step, lunged toward Zhao Yuan in a stoop.

’Unique Swordsmanship·Ping Thunder!’

The blue sword blade suddenly slashed out, turning into blue lightning in an instant, striking towards the lower body of Zhao Yuan.

This guy was clearly aiming for a dirty move!

And the Unique Swordsmanship’s move was essentially based on the rapid sword concept of the Faceless Sword Technique, equally fast.

In an instant.

Zhao Yuan, flushed with both shame and anger, frantically shifted her body to avoid the vital areas and then gripped the Sword of Wisdom that had coalesced and swung it forward.

At this critical juncture, she actually used a desperate move that would harm both her opponent and herself.

But unfortunately....

Bang!

The blue light penetrated Zhao Yuan’s abdomen, bringing out a splash of blood.

Her Sword of Wisdom, however, was easily dodged by Xu Tusheng.

"Pfft, trash." The purple-haired youth stood in place disdainfully, spat out a loogie, and looked at Zhao Yuan, who was now unable to stand up again due to severe injuries, uninterested in continuing.

"The victor, Qingmu Sword Sect’s Xu Tusheng!" declared a female disciple of the Yuheng Sect loudly.

The light screen dispersed.

Ignoring the displeased looks from the women around him, Xu Tusheng brazenly turned his head to look again at Li Chengyi.

"Next, it’s you! I will avenge Master Yue Shan!"

Clang!

In that instant, Li Chengyi’s pupils turned cold and a golden light burst from his waist.

The golden radiance, like a rainbow, moved at a terrifying high speed far exceeding Xu Tusheng’s reaction, sweeping across the distance and fiercely striking his body.

"Instant Prison."

"Single Blade."

Only then did Li Chengyi speak softly, as the golden light swiftly returned to his side, sliding back into the Sword Nurturing Pouch.

Splat!!

Xu Tusheng’s mouth dropped open, his blue longsword only halfway lifted when everything ended.

A dot of blood rapidly spread at the center of his chest.

Then... boom!!

A large splash of blood burst forth, leaving a fist-sized hole in his chest.

"You...how could you...!?" Xu Tusheng’s head was covered in cold sweat as he slowly looked down at his chest.

The agony and disbelief made him feel as if he were in a dream, unable to believe the reality before him.

He knew he was weaker than Li Chengyi, but he had never imagined not even lasting one strike...

What’s more critical was that none of the Yuheng Sect’s female disciples and stewards around them attempted to intervene.

"Acting on your own and breaking the rules of the arena, how does the Faceless Sword Sect discipline its disciples? Doesn’t the Yuheng Sect care?!" The Qingmu Sword Sect’s leading elder Fu Yunzi spoke with a bad tone and a harsh voice.

"This will not be tolerated again." The female elder from the Yuheng Sect in charge of maintaining the rules looked at Xu Tusheng with distaste and casually uttered a sentence.

"Hmph." Fu Yunzi coldly snorted and, strangely, said no more.

"Take A’Seng down for healing," instead, the short-haired blonde youth who had spoken before stood up to give orders.

Several Qingmu Sword Sect members rushed forward, carrying Xu Tusheng away.

The youth was none other than Zhao Chi, also the top talent of the Qingmu Sword Sect’s Zhao Family.

He gave Li Chengyi a cold look.

"A decent strike. I’ll be looking forward to facing it later."

The Bai Lu Sect had studied the sword strike that Bai Lu delivered in Shangqing City and killed Yue Shan, so they were not surprised by the power of Li Chengyi’s just now move.

According to their assessment, Bai Lu’s strength was higher than Xu Tusheng’s to begin with. Moreover, with the element of surprise, the outcome was destined.

What really surprised them was that Li Chengyi would act so rashly before everyone present, publicly taking action in an almost sneaky manner.

The members of the Faceless Sword Sect also hurried forward to carry Zhao Yuan down.

As they passed by Li Chengyi, Zhao Yuan spat out a few broken teeth, straining to turn her face away, not daring to look at him.