Chaotic World Book
Chapter 212 - 207: Open Heaven Disperse Clouds, Suppress Canghai

Chapter 212: Chapter 207: Open Heaven Disperse Clouds, Suppress Canghai

Watching the female swordsman in the arena, whose Qi Field had exploded with a cold intensity, people suddenly remembered something...

This year’s "Langya Sword Debate," many had not attended, including those who couldn’t be found, those who were preoccupied, those who made excuses, and predominantly, the Alien Clan.

People had not forgotten how in the past two or three years, the top spot of the Hidden Dragon List had been persistently held by Chi Li, and the number of people from the Alien Clan was not any fewer than those from the Divine Continent.

Thus, out of the two hundred and fifty-something Hidden Dragons, only a few dozen were in attendance.

Currently ranked fourth and fifth were from the Alien Clan, and they were not present.

And Xia Chichi was the sixth.

In other words, actually, beneath Wang Zhaoqing and Situ Xiao, Xia Chichi had already been the top contender.

With this realization, many felt that her not stepping up seemed quite normal... After waiting for half an hour, suddenly many people turned their heads to look at the seat to the right of Wang Zhaoqing.

The man everyone was looking at sighed and slowly stood up, "Hongnong Yang Bugui asks for a lesson from the Holy Daughter Xia."

No matter how much Hongnong Yang Bugui tried to deny it, he was Hidden Dragon Seventh.

If Xia Chichi had a most fitting opponent, of course, it would be him.

Xia Chichi said indifferently, "Young Master Yang, why the delay in your arrival?"

Yang Bugui replied, "I do not wish to contend with you in the context of a battle royal; this should be a personal battle between you and me."

Next to him, Zhao Changhe nodded slightly, and below Xia Chichi’s mask, there appeared a hint of amusement, "If you defeat me, that won’t be a problem."

"Indeed," Yang Bugui slowly raised his sword, "Please enlighten me."

As soon as the words fell, a blue and white brilliance was already at his brow.

Blue was the sword light, white was the clothing. In a moment of Man and Sword Unity, a piercing thrust, a scene too beautiful to be earthly, what was felt was a terrifying brush with death.

Yang Bugui had never felt such utter destruction and sharpness in an equal-level fight before; it almost completely eschewed the "White Tiger" attribute’s softer aspects, taking to the extreme its most lethal potential. Such a powerful desire for destruction was truly befitting of the name Demon Sect.

But one had to admit, it was truly strong. Yang Bugui knew that he could not block this sword; such powerful destruction, even if you managed to fend it off with a horizontal blade, that momentum could still continue to graze your throat.

Suddenly he misstepped and dodged, aiming a sword at Xia Chichi’s mask while evading.

Under the mask, her eyes were resolute and piercing, unstoppable in their advance.

Yang Bugui’s heart skipped a beat, thinking, "This is bad."

With a "snap," Bing Po grazed across Yang Bugui’s chest, and blood splashed.

The mask split into two, carrying a few strands of broken hair fluttering away, slowly revealing the devastatingly beautiful face hidden beneath the tiger mask.

Zhao Changhe abruptly stood up.

Yang Bugui, clutching the sword wound on his chest, hoarsely spoke, "I underestimated Miss Xia’s intent to fight. My defeat is deserved, and I am impressed."

Xia Chichi held the hilt of her sword upside down and made a fist in salute, without replying.

Finally, someone who didn’t understand asked Wang Zhaoqing, "What’s going on here, couldn’t they even get past one move?"

Wang Zhaoqing, silently gazing at Xia Chichi’s stunningly beautiful face, responded quietly, "Brother Yang’s sword thrust was a very conventional response. In the end, it’s a sparring match; if the opponent doesn’t want to fight to the death, they would naturally dodge, and that would break her fierce momentum. However, this Holy Daughter Xia... she was determined to fight quickly and avoid exhaustion, so she looked to the special protective effects of her mask to withstand the hit, aiming for a swift victory. Brother Yang underestimated her resolve, leading to his quick downfall."

Everyone gasped, and their looks toward Xia Chichi changed.

Really, girl? Your mask isn’t some kind of divine artifact. What if it hadn’t stopped the blow? You could have ruined your face!

Damn, she’s so beautiful!

The entire banquet hall fell silent, all eyes fixed on Xia Chichi’s face.

Summer soars high, why delay...

She had risen to fame too late... even now, it wasn’t for herself, but for Zhao Changhe.

Xia Chichi was unconcerned with her exposed true face, remaining composed, "Who else wishes to give me advice?"

Still, there was silence.

Wang Zhaoqing’s forehead furrowed tightly.

Originally, even if Yang Bugui could not defeat Xia Chichi, he would have at least exhausted her significantly, allowing the subsequent fighters to wear her down. He had not expected the battle to end this way; Xia Chichi had expended almost nothing beyond a dispensable mask, and if things continued like this, it would not just be about who had the most victories; it was indeed possible for her to defeat everyone.

Furthermore, this demoness was extremely ruthless; both her opponents had sustained serious injuries, and she was well aware that victories were determined by number, so Yang Bugui could potentially still achieve more victories than her through various means, and therefore she made sure to inflict direct injury to close the matter.

The treasures from her clan were meant to lure Zhao Changhe, not to be handed over to the Four Symbols Sect...

Even if Xia Chichi were to give them to Zhao Changhe, it would appear as if the Wang Family was presenting a gift to Xia Chichi, which would make them the ultimate fools.

He finally sighed, "Would the lady think I am bullying if I personally take action?"

Xia Chichi’s face, cold until now, ironically smiled, "Young Master Wang testing his sword on the Hidden Dragons is a rightful act; you should have been the first to challenge everyone, like Situ Xiao, not trying to hinder others’ victories. Young Master Wang, are you not feeling somewhat uncomfortable at this point?"

Wang Zhaoqing pursed his lips, offering no rebuttal.

Xia Chichi said plainly, "Since you’ve entered the fray, let’s fight. I don’t consider myself inferior to you; why make yourself out to be the lofty figure suppressing the entire field... Forgive my bluntness, but you are not worthy."

Indeed, it is true... Hidden Dragon Third and Sixth, both individuals, in the eyes of the Chaotic World Book, are already very close. Although everyone says the levels are comparable, and surpassing a level is almost impossible, that is just "almost."

One is a young master lacking in experience, and the other is a demoness tempered within the Demon Sect. The outcome is really hard to predict.

Xia Chichi’s words were blunt, but Wang Zhaoqing wasn’t angered. He just smiled faintly, "The demeanor isn’t something I deliberately create. However, if I don’t possess even this level of confidence, I’d have no face to retain my position as the third Hidden Dragon. In this fight, I won’t use weapons and will be fighting with bare hands; miss, please be careful."

Xia Chichi didn’t express agreement or objection. Suddenly, she flickered and once more thrust her sword directly at Wang Zhaoqing’s throat.

The momentum, the move, the angle were all identical to the one she had used moments earlier against Yang Bugui: fierce and deadly, as if it could shatter mountains and rivers.

However, whether her intent was the same, no one knew—this too was a form of psychological warfare.

Yang Bugui, who was on the side tending to his wounds, watched intently this sword strike, wondering how Wang Zhaoqing, who could analyze the battles of others so clearly, would perform now that he himself was in the fray?

Wang Zhaoqing’s performance was very straightforward; he simply pushed out an ordinary-looking palm.

In an instant, the sea roared furiously, and the mountains and rivers changed color.

It was as if dark clouds were pressing down from the sky, covering the sun, enveloping the heavens. However, when the gust of wind suddenly arose and swept across, it was as if a divine being had extended a giant palm, sweeping the thick clouds away leaving the sky high and clear, cloudless for miles.

The Divine Arrow that shot towards the sun in the sky collided with the sudden tempest and was directly rolled back, wobbling and falling like feathers.

Xia Chichi’s fierce and deadly sword was directly slapped back with a palm. She flipped backwards in retreat, carving a long streak on the ground with her embroidered shoes, supported herself with her left hand on the ground, slightly lifted her delicate head, her eyes filled with astonishment.

This young master seemed the opposite of Zhao Changhe. While Zhao Changhe was a robust Great Han, using intricate grappling techniques for the time being; this seemingly refined young master Wang Zhaoqing, on the other hand, struck with a force that could displace mountains and overturn seas!

With overwhelming power, he personified Xuan Chong’s claim of the second most formidable force in the world, the palm that could rank the heavens and pacify the seas!

Whether he uses weapons or not actually doesn’t make much of a difference...

Many people watched, utterly fascinated, from Situ Xiao and Zhao Changhe to Xia Chichi and Yang Bugui, and now to Wang Zhaoqing.

The prowess of the Hidden Dragon contestants of the Divine Continent was displayed in its dazzling brilliance within this half hour, stirring up the blood of countless peers. At this moment, almost no one was considering issues of victory or pride—they too wanted to fight!

Except for Zhao Changhe.

He gripped the hilt of his knife tightly, his gaze fixed on Wang Zhaoqing’s palm, fearful that Chichi wouldn’t be able to withstand the next palm strike...

Wang Zhaoqing leaped over and descended from above, aiming a palm chop at Xia Chichi, who was still bracing herself on the ground.

Xia Chichi abruptly lifted her head; her longsword spiraling upwards, Sword Qi sweeping up like a tsunami, surging towards the sky.

The previous palm could disperse the clouds, but could this one pacify the surging sea?

No... It was not a tsunami.

The Sword Qi suddenly spiraled, boring upwards, and the onlookers felt as if they saw an Azure Dragon breaking through the towering waves, raising its head and roaring its way to the heavens.

The Azure Dragon lifts its head!

She wasn’t merely the White Tiger Saintess, she was also the legacy of the Azure Dragon!

"Boom!"

The Sword Qi broke into the palm wind, emitting a piercing screech.

Then the fierce wind scattered, dispersing in all directions, Xia Chichi spinning as she was cast backward, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood.

A palm suddenly supported her back, dissipating the force, and then again, leading her to retreat four or five steps, completely dispelling the Qi Force that surrounded her body.

Xia Chichi didn’t turn around; the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled into a smile.

Without looking back, she knew it could be no one else but Zhao Changhe. Under normal circumstances, one shouldn’t intervene in a duel, but Xia Chichi did not find fault with Zhao Changhe for being meddlesome; she knew that without his assistance, she wouldn’t have been able to dispel the Qi Force and would have sustained internal injuries.

His judgment was acute; he fully grasped the situation of the battle at the Eighth Layer of the Mystical Gate, yet he could not just stand by and watch, unwilling to let her suffer even a slight injury.

Compared to this deep affection for his wife, what did victory or defeat matter?

On the other side, Wang Zhaoqing did not pursue. He looked down at the trace of blood in his palm and spoke softly, "She actually managed to inflict a wound on me... Facing her with bare hands was indeed an overestimation... Four Symbols Saintess, truly lives up to the name."

As Zhao Changhe assisted Xia Chichi in retreating and dissipating her force, he responded directly, "Brother Wang is admirable. I concede on behalf of Chichi."

Interfering was against the rules, but conceding wasn’t an issue.

Xia Chichi pursed her lips and didn’t object, allowing him to handle the situation like a docile wife.

The onlooking crowd’s eyes bulged.

Weren’t you just a cold and ruthless swordsman? What is this about now?

Wang Zhaoqing also felt a sense of amused helplessness, "All the force she should have taken was diverted by you, she didn’t even get a hair touched, whereas my hand actually got wounded. And here you are, acting as if your wife was the one who took a beating..."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

"So does Brother Zhao mean to take her place in battle and continue the subsequent trials?"

Xia Chichi, fearing Zhao Changhe’s impulsivity might actually lead him to join, hurried to speak, "This is about the number of victorious matches, not an elimination game. Why can’t I continue after losing one? Let’s do it again!"

"Sister, you should rest for a while," came a strained swallowing sound from the sideline.

The audience turned to look; Cui Yuanyang with puffed cheeks, barely managed to swallow the last bite of cake, "I’ve almost choked to death..."

Yet they saw Cui Yuanyang stand up, stretch out his arms, performing a stretching exercise, then jumping a bit, "Qinghe Cui Yuanyang, asks for guidance from the heroes of the world."