Blind Spot
Chapter 547 - 503 Spider Silk One

Chapter 547: 503 Spider Silk One

"...." Li Chengyi didn’t look at Zhao Yuan, nor did he glance at Zhao Chi, but rather narrowed his eyes slightly, the corner of his eye fleetingly scanning the eldest senior brother who stood alone not far away.

From the moment Zhao Yuan was seriously injured just now, he had felt a trace of murderous intent flash across the eldest senior brother.

But it was quickly locked down and suppressed by Qingmu Sword Sect’s leading elder, Fuyunzi, and at the same time, several experts from the Yuheng Sect also locked onto him, evidently to prevent him from making any rash moves.

This extreme diversion of attention, coupled with how disgustingly that guy acted towards women, created the situation just now where his sword strike was unobstructed.

’There’s a problem... On my eldest senior brother, there seems to be a faint scent of blood...’ Li Chengyi’s first sect was under the tutelage of the Tian Ju Pavilion of Midlane, where he was particularly sensitive to the scent of blood.

The aura that leaked out for a moment made him utterly certain that the eldest senior brother, Huo Qingkong, must have done something before.

Moreover, not only he had sensed it, but also the surrounding elder-level powerhouses should have sensed it as well.

That’s why everyone had their attention focused on Huo Qingkong.

"Bastard! Dare to ignore me!" Suddenly, Zhao Chi’s voice rang out again, pulling Li Chengyi back from his distraction.

He looked at Zhao Chi whose face was slightly flushed, with anger flaring in his eyes, feeling somewhat perplexed.

"Sorry, what did you just say?"

"....!" Bang!

Zhao Chi clenched his fist tightly, and True Yuan exploded, sending out a crackle and scattering tiny blue light dots.

"Good... I hope you can still act so nonchalant later!" He turned and walked toward Qingmu Sword Sect’s camp, beginning his rest period.

"First round is over, the defeated may leave the field, and the victorious have thirty breaths’ time to rest," someone from the Yuheng Sect announced loudly.

Li Chengyi returned to his camp, brushing past Huo Qingkong.

"You did well," Huo Qingkong said in a low voice.

"Thank you," Li Chengyi revealed an innocent, youthful version of a pure smile.

"Don’t be careless, you’re not the only one hiding your true strength," Huo Qingkong warned again.

"Yes, I will be careful," Li Chengyi nodded.

Seeing the other’s undisguised earnest warnings, he still felt that, no matter what the eldest senior brother was like later on, at least for now, he was normal and still cared for his junior brothers and sisters.

After a few words, Huo Qingkong went to visit Zhao Yuan, leaving his original position.

Li Chengyi was left with two deacons, responsible for maintaining order.

On the side of the Qingying Group, both the Suyue Sect and Yuheng Sect were not in good shape, and the second round quickly began.

Li Chengyi was up against a tall and robust tiger-headed man from the Suyue Sect. The opponent did not speak a word, just raised his hand and let out a bellowing shout.

"I concede!"

Hiss.

Instantly, a wave of hissing came from the side of the Suyue Sect, as a group of fellow sect members who accompanied him emitted jeers.

Zhao Chi also very cleanly finished off a woman from the Yuheng Sect, advancing with ease.

In the end, along with Li Chengyi, there were four left, facing off in pairs once more.

Zhao Chi glanced at Li Chengyi, who seemed to have started dozing off, and a surge of irritation shot straight to the top of his head.

"This kid!!"

"Wait for the right moment," a deacon beside Fuyunzi whispered as he approached.

"I know!" Zhao Chi said impatiently.

The words the elder gave him before he came reemerged in his mind.

"This martial arts tournament’s rewards are not important, what’s important is to ascertain the extent of Huo Qingkong’s abilities. Also, according to traces, that Bai Lu who killed Yue Shan with a single sword strike is hiding substantial strength. The power burst he showed at that time was probably already at the Third Seal.

To be at the Third Seal at such a young age means that, given time, he will certainly become another less powerful version of Huo Qingkong. Therefore, the main purpose of this tournament is to cripple Bai Lu."

"Under the watchful eyes of so many, I’m afraid it won’t be easy, right?" Zhao Chi furrowed his brows.

"Of course it won’t be easy, but you don’t have to act yourself, just use this in the final moment," Fuyunzi took out a delicate sky-blue dart from his large sleeve.

"You just need to press and release it, and it will fly out on its own, hitting the target and then self-destruct. Its power is comparable to a full-strength strike from me. Be very careful when using it," Fuyunzi’s face revealed a cruel cold smile.

"Also, don’t worry about the Yuheng Sect intervening... The Yuheng Sect has already formed an alliance with our sect, and this will be announced after the tournament," Fuyunzi added.

As he recalled this, Zhao Chi could not help but gently squeeze the dart talisman hidden in the pocket of his sleeve, looking at Fuyunzi.

"Get some rest," Fuyunzi glanced at him indifferently, offering no further words.

"Yes."

Despite being the first of the Qingying Group, the so-called Qingying only had the potential for the future, and could not be compared with those in the major group who had turned part of their potential into strength.

In fact, by age, Huo Qingkong was just barely on the fringe of the major group.

Many in the major group were elites who had burst forth from the rank of common disciples, forcibly squeezing down personally taught disciples to enter the fray.

Their strength was utterly undisputed.

After a brief rest,

The four got up, ready for the next match.

Bai He was still in; then there was Li Chengyi, Zhao Chi, and a cold, masked girl from the Yuheng Sect, Shangguan Zi.

"The penultimate round begins, please all participants enter the ring," someone from the Yuheng Sect shouted.

Li Chengyi looked at the others and was the first to step into the arena.

’Murderous intent +3.’

’Murderous intent +3.’

’Murderous intent +2.’

A series of malice welled up like a spring, emanating non-stop from the other three.

Li Chengyi immediately locked onto Zhao Chi, frowning slightly.

He believed the strength he had just displayed had already surpassed the limit of a common Qingying disciple. Typically, a Qingying would be at the Single Seal level at most, and having a Double Seal was an outright miracle, considered the absolute pinnacle.

His sword strike, which those who saw wouldn’t think they could easily defeat him.

Defeating someone is easy, but killing someone is much harder.

This Zhao Chi, after seeing part of his strength, actually still had the confidence to kill him? And could still harbor murderous intent??

"Ready... Begin!" The Yuheng Sect female disciple swung her arm, and new red barriers once more appeared, separating the four into pairs, forming two large spaces.

Now there were only four people standing in the entire field; the extensive control from before had turned into exclusive combat zones for the four of them.

Li Chengyi’s opponent, very unfortunately, was Zhao Chi from the Qingmu Sword Sect.

"Senior Brother, be careful!" Bai He urgently advised before being pushed aside, unable to get closer.

"Brother Bai Lu is number one!!" Qiu Chen shouted from the edge of the arena, supporting the barely standing Zhao Yuan.

"Second! The Senior Brother is really number one!!" Zhao Yuan couldn’t help but retort.

"Brother Bai Lu is just young!" Qiu Chen was unconvinced. "When he grows up, he will definitely be fiercer than the Senior Brother!"

"Hehe, what do you know, when the Senior Brother was this age, he was already the unmatched number one among the Four Sect. See that Ding Zao over there? He’d already lost to him three times back then, totally helpless." Zhao Yuan spoke of Huo Qingkong as if she knew him like the back of her hand.

Red Frost Sword’s Ding Zao, who had been lazily leaning and dozing off, twitched his face.

"These young girls nowadays... truly... their words are fierce as tigers and wolves."

"Brother, you must win this time," whispered a gentle woman as she draped a blue cloak over him.

"Of course," Ding Zao smiled, "But some fellows within our Sect are becoming quite unsightly now, really embarrassing to be associated with them."

"Brother is brother, they are they, Yin’er can tell them apart," said the woman with a smile.

"Good to have you, otherwise, who knows, one day I might just join another Sect, like that guy from the Faceless Sword Sect," Ding Zao said lazily, looking up and taking a deep breath.

"Nonsense." Taoist Fuyun snorted coldly in the distance, looking this way.

Ding Zao raised an eyebrow and waved dismissively in that direction.

At that moment in the arena, Zhao Chi and Li Chengyi were already standing face to face.

"Ready."

The voice of a woman from the Yuheng Sect sounded.

Zhao Chi’s body tensed instantly; he bent slightly, hand on the hilt of his sword, his gaze locked on the opponent.

"Unique Swordsmanship..."

Blue sword blades appeared floating beside him, suspended, glowing.

"Begin!!" The woman’s voice from the Yuheng Sect fell sharply.

A blue True Yuan vitality wall appeared around Zhao Chi.

Defensive sword technique — ’Protective Wave’ lit up with a bright white light.

Healing sword technique — ’Shengying’ ribbon-like beams of light appeared in circles around him.

"Aren’t you going to prepare? As a member of the Faceless Sword Sect, you dare let me get fully prepared. ’Instant Prison’s’ trick should be to win by rapidly breaking through the opponent’s weakness in an instantaneous outburst, right?" he asked, staring at the still unmoving Li Chengyi across from him, speaking out loud.

"It’s simple..." Li Chengyi smiled, taking steps forward.

"If I don’t let you get fully prepared,"

"how can I let you experience..."

"what it is to despair."

Whoosh!!

In an instant, a shadow flashed.

Li Chengyi had vanished from his position.

’Faceless Sword Technique - Ethereal Step!’

It wasn’t Shadow Flash, just a simple ultra-fast movement using the astonishing explosive power of the sword technique.

"No good!!" Zhao Chi’s vision blurred as he sensed danger, and he reflexively swung his sword to the right.

But his blade only cut through an illusory figure.

On the left!!

Realizing his mistake too late—

At the weak point of his forceful sword swing, a figure emerged out of nowhere, raising a sword.

Hisss!!!

His multi-layered defenses sliced open like torn cloth, blood lighting up the space.

Zhao Chi could only feel a sharp pain at his back.

’How is this possible!!? Just one move...’

He had thought that although he couldn’t defeat the opponent, he could last for dozens of moves before losing, having condensed two Origin Seals himself, a top-tier prodigy.

But...

His defense, enhanced by the Origin Seals, was like paper against the opponent’s sword.

’In that case...’

In his ultra-high-speed state, the killing intent in Zhao Chi’s eyes suddenly intensified, and he clenched the dart in his left hand, pressing down hard.

"??!" Not far away, Huo Qingkong’s eyes turned cold, his hand lightly poised to cast a sword technique.

The Yuheng Sect Master’s two elders by his side simultaneously had their Life Flame Sword’s light brighten, ready to strike at any moment, but bizarrely, their target was aimed at Huo Qingkong.

The rest of Yuheng Sect’s elders, unbeknownst to when, had already gathered around, the Sect Master holding a red flame jade pendant, silently motionless.

Qingmu Sword Sect’s Fuyun and the Faceless Sword Sect’s Yun Ling were eyeing each other, their aura circulating, their eyes filled with veiled killing intent.

In the arena, Zhao Chi’s black dart was charged and ready, representing Fuyun’s all-out strike, about to be launched.

The atmosphere at the scene was tremendously eerie.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion, his dart revealing its tip from his sleeve, covered in countless insect-like black symbols crawling, spreading, squirming.

Whoosh!

Alas, it all stopped.

Not because the dart couldn’t be activated.

But because a translucent Sword of Wisdom was precisely placed at Zhao Chi’s neck, with only a hair’s breadth separating it from his skin.

"Do you wish to continue?" Li Chengyi asked, holding the sword with one hand while holding the Dingyuan Sword upside down in the other, his expression calm.

Fast!

Too fast!!

No one saw how, in the final moment, he managed to accelerate instantly and thwart Zhao Chi’s impending lethal move.

Everyone, including the Yuheng Sect Master, only saw a flash from Li Chengyi’s Sword of Wisdom, piercing through Zhao Chi’s protective True Yuan in the blink of an eye and stopping at his neck.

The rest didn’t even catch what exactly happened in the final move.