King of Creation
Chapter 369 - 365: Six Consecutive Wins

Chapter 369: Chapter 365: Six Consecutive Wins

Boom, hiss...

Thick as a child’s arm, the lightning crossed and converged in the void, falling from the sky like a fishing net, enveloping Ye Zhen.

Startled, Ye Zhen hurriedly summoned the Red Jade Seal to suppress the lightning unleashed by Mo Xinsui.

However, the speed of Mo Xinsui’s lightning was too fast, and it was very tricky and variable. The Red Jade Seal suppressed three bolts of the lightning, but the other two, with a swift turn, sent Ye Zhen scrambling around the arena.

Left without a choice, Ye Zhen had to condense the Red Jade Spiritual Power into a Spirit Sword to counter Mo Xinsui’s lightning. Against Mo Xinsui’s Thunder Element Spirit Power, the Profound Yang Sword was essentially useless.

The strength of the Thunder Element Spirit Power was such that once you were attacked, lightning would run wild over your body, not only severely injuring the Martial Artist but also paralyzing them. It was a pure physical reaction, and there was no avoiding it.

Therefore, Ye Zhen absolutely could not take Mo Xinsui’s Thunder Element Spirit Power head-on. Even if the Red Jade Spirit Armor could block the damage from the Thunder Element Spirit Power, its characteristics would still paralyze Ye Zhen.

In a clash between experts, a slight delay was already enough.

Ye Zhen was somewhat in disarray.

There was no helping it; this was the consequence of revealing his trump card strength too early. As one of the most formidable opponents for people like Mo Xinsui and Yem Yuan, not only they themselves but their sect elders had been fiercely studying Ye Zhen’s strength beforehand.

They had devised an effective set of countermeasures against the strengths Ye Zhen had revealed.

Mo Xinsui was a case in point.

Of course, what Ye Zhen had shown wasn’t all he had up his sleeve; there were a few things he was reluctant to reveal, like the Origin Sword Vein of the Sword Vein Divine Power. Against Mo Xinsui, there was no need to resort to other trump cards yet.

From the beginning of the duel, Mo Xinsui attacked with full force, exploiting the speed of Thunder Element Spirit Power to pressure Ye Zhen and keep him at bay, not allowing Ye Zhen to get close or find any chance to counterattack.

This was the strategy devised by the Clan Elders for Mo Xinsui: the moment Ye Zhen began counterattacking, that would signify...

"Brother Mo, your Thunder Technique is impressively sharp!"

Dodging around, Ye Zhen touched a tuft of his hair that had been singed black by the lightning.

"Heh, Brother Ye, there are even sharper moves to come!"

"Is that so? But I must say, Brother Mo, your good luck ends here!"

His hands flickered through more than a dozen hand seals like an illusion, and the Red Jade Seal suddenly materialized in front of Ye Zhen’s chest. However, the Red Jade Seal that Ye Zhen had formed didn’t fly out but instead zipped above his head like lightning, radiating brilliant light.

In an instant, Ye Zhen kicked off the ground, shooting towards Mo Xinsui like a crossbow cannon, with the Red Jade Seal spinning above his head, dissipating all the lightning in its path.

Seeing Ye Zhen urge the Red Jade Seal in such a manner, Mo Xinsui panicked. A mouthful of Origin Spiritual Blood spurted out, causing the lightning on the Thunder Control Sword to increase by more than three feet. Nine bolts of lightning wove together instantly, surrounding Ye Zhen from all directions.

"Thunder Net Cage!"

The nine bolts of lightning converged in the void, weaving into a robust cage in an instant. What was crucial was the interconnected flow of lightning—suppressing one, two, or even three bolts was easy, but now the nine bolts were acting as one. Even with the brilliance of the Red Jade Seal, it couldn’t be shattered in an instant.

Furthermore, in front of Ye Zhen, Mo Xinsui’s Thunder Control Sword flashed and paused, and bolts of lightning as thick as a child’s arm ceaselessly reinforced the lightning cage.

At this scene, the two elders of Hidden God Manor let out a slight sigh of relief; finally, Ye Zhen’s momentum had been curbed, and now it would be a war of attrition.

Almost at the same moment, a vast and fierce aura suddenly rose in the void, causing the faces of the two elders from Hidden God Manor to change dramatically.

A jade-colored finger suddenly emerged from the void and pointed directly at the Thunder Net Cage.

Crack!

A lightning strand immediately snapped, causing the entire Thunder Net to fall apart. Ye Zhen’s figure once again soared into the sky.

"I concede!"

Suddenly, Mo Xinsui withdrew the lightning from his Thunder Control Sword and abruptly surrendered with both hands, leaving Ye Zhen, who had just burst into the ten-meter radius around Mo Xinsui, utterly stunned, fighting the urge to spit a mouthful of old blood in Mo Xinsui’s face.

Is that how you’re supposed to play?

Ye Zhen fought tooth and nail, breaking through Mo Xinsui’s suppression, ready to unleash a ferocious beating, and then you suddenly concede?

It’s like getting all worked up just for the other person to walk away right when things are getting hot. Can you imagine the frustration?

That’s exactly how Ye Zhen felt.

Moreover, Mo Xinsui’s gesture of surrender made it difficult for Ye Zhen even to make a move.

"Heh, Brother Ye, you’re so powerful! My uncle said, ’If you can’t suppress Brother Ye, or if he gets within about ten meters, concede immediately!’"

"Uh..."

Not satisfying at all!

Although he had secured six consecutive victories on the first day and a spot in the top six of the Black Dragon Ranking was certain, this victory felt hollow. Ye Zhen really wanted to grab that slippery Mo Xinsui for some more pounding!

"Ye Zhen versus Mo Xinsui, Ye Zhen wins! Next match!" Following Qing Yii’s announcement, Ye Zhen could only reluctantly leave the stage, while Mo Xinsui was sweating bullets!

Just now, he had sensed Ye Zhen’s Divine Soul Attack; if he had conceded any later, or hadn’t made that surrendering gesture, he reckoned that Ye Zhen’s Divine Soul Attack would have struck him.

Divine Soul injuries would have affected even tomorrow’s battles.

The first match of the sixth round was thoroughly satisfying for all the spectators, and the second match was equally anticipated.

"Bu Changtian, it’s time for our decisive battle!" Yem Yuan’s words carried an unfathomable chill, sounding exceptionally cold, as if there were some deep hatred involved.

Bu Changtian frowned slightly and slowly stepped onto the Dragon Head Arena. Although six hours had passed, his Divine Soul Injuries hadn’t much improved, and due to his junior brother Zuo Bin’s situation, were even worse.

"A decisive battle, with you?"

"Then try me!"

Atop the Dragon Head Arena, Yem Yuan’s body flashed with bursts of silver light. Without even attacking his opponent, he fiercely slammed his fist onto the ground, dispersing massive amounts of geomagnetic spiritual power into all directions of the Dragon Head Arena.

Hovering above Dragonhead Stage No.8, Qing Yii’s figure suddenly plummeted four or five meters. Only after his aura shined brightly around him did he manage to stabilize his form. Qing Yii couldn’t help but change his expression.

Almost simultaneously, Bu Changtian’s face also changed dramatically. His form floated as he tried to leap into the air, but although his spiritual power used to allow him to fly weightlessly, now it felt as if a thousand-pound weight hung beneath him, making his movements unbearably slow.

"Hmph, under the geomagnetic field, you still want to fly?"

Watching Bu Changtian slowly ascend, Yem Yuan’s geomagnetic silver chain whipped out like a venomous dragon, forcing Bu Changtian, who had just taken flight, to drop back to the ground and engage in close combat with Yem Yuan.

However, once Bu Changtian hit the ground, he realized that the situation was more terrifying than he had imagined.

The closer he got to the ground, the heavier he became, and his movements slowed to a crawl, reducing his speed by more than half. Under these circumstances, Bu Changtian had become a sitting duck for Yem Yuan.

Even more dire was the fact that Yem Yuan’s speed had become incredibly fast under the influence of the geomagnetic field, especially when he was on the ground.

With a slight bounce, Yem Yuan’s figure, flashing with silver light, burst forth like a cannonball, his speed surpassing that of most martial artists in the Spirit Transformation Realm.

The geomagnetic silver chain’s strikes were heavy and powerful, forcing Bu Changtian, who could only fight with one arm, to the brink of coughing up blood.

On one side of Dragonhead Stage No.8, Ye Zhen was calculating something.

Suddenly, Ye Zhen saw Yem Yuan once again slam a punch onto Dragonhead Stage No.8, scattering a vast amount of geomagnetic silver light across the stage again.

"Sixty breaths!"

Yem Yuan’s geomagnetic field, once activated, could only be maintained for sixty breaths. Then, to continue, it needed to be activated again.

Having reached this conclusion, Ye Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.

Otherwise, Yem Yuan’s geomagnetic field would have been too terrifying, practically making him the king of ground combat. But even so, he was at least half a king of the ground, sharing the same ingenuity as Ye Zhen’s half-earned title of King of the Mountains.

"Illusion Divine Palm!"

Out of necessity, Bu Changtian once again used the Illusion Divine Palm, but still, he could only produce three illusions.

Fortunately, the illusions Bu Changtian created were not affected by the geomagnetic field and could move quickly.

However, illusions will always be illusions.

With the help of the geomagnetic field, Yem Yuan shattered the two illusions Bu Changtian created in a few breaths with his lightning-fast speed.

Whoosh!

The geomagnetic silver chain that wrapped around Yem Yuan sprang forth, twisting around Bu Changtian’s ankles like a giant serpent.

Crack!

Sounds of cracking bones echoed from Bu Changtian.

"I... concede!"

With a face marred by grief and anger, Bu Changtian roared out these three words.

Bu Changtian never thought that Yem Yuan would push him to utter these words. At this thought, Bu Changtian’s resentment deepened. If it weren’t for Zuo Bin’s interference that left him fighting with only one hand, would he really be in such a sorry state?

However, Yem Yuan’s assault did not cease with Bu Changtian’s concession.

The geomagnetic silver chain continued to flash wildly, coiling towards Bu Changtian’s throat. Bu Changtian’s Protective Spirit Force began to flicker rapidly under the pressure of Yem Yuan’s geomagnetic silver chain, threatening to shatter.

"How dare you!"

"Refrain from injuring the opponent!"

This time, Qing Yii, who was presiding over Dragonhead Stage No.8, finally intervened with clear warnings, displaying the Black Dragon Token. A mere streak of rosy light was enough to extinguish Yem Yuan’s geomagnetic silver chain immediately.

Cough, cough, cough!

Bu Changtian began coughing violently.

In that instant, he felt as if his throat was about to be crushed, bringing him perilously close to death.

At that moment, Bu Changtian realized that Yem Yuan truly wanted to kill him, not just spar in a match.

Watching Bu Changtian being saved by the rosy light, Yem Yuan’s face was filled with disappointment.

"So close..."

"Yem Yuan, if you dare to act so recklessly against an opponent who has admitted defeat next time, I will have you expelled from the Black Dragon Ancient Land!" Qing Yii sternly warned Yem Yuan from the sky.

As for Yem Yuan, he seemed not to hear at all, leaping off the Dragon Head Arena without looking back while Qing Yii’s face turned an iron shade of blue, helpless at the situation.

"Whew!"

Ye Zhen let out a breath, the battle having been breath-holding to watch! Yem Yuan once again revealed his strength, using the geomagnetic field to a divine degree of mastery.

Seeing how things went, there might be more tricks up his sleeve—Ye Zhen mustn’t let his guard down in the battle with Yem Yuan tomorrow.

Ye Zhen reminded himself of this.

"Next match!" Qing Yii announced loudly.

As Qing Yii’s voice rang out, the martial artists who had gathered around Dragonhead Stage No.8 to watch dispersed quite a bit.

Probably because the matches following on Dragonhead Stage No.8 no longer held much interest, with Caiyi and Hua Wushuang, those two behemoths there, basically everyone was conceding! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, and your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)