Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 157 - 154: Fight with One’s Back to the River

Chapter 157: Chapter 154: Fight with One’s Back to the River

Whir...

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by, aimed directly at Yang Ting. The speed of the wind increased, eventually producing a "whooshing" sound.

At the moment when the wind reached its peak, Wei Chen suddenly moved. He seemed to ride the wind, like a majestic eagle or a flying dragon, mimicking the movements of a flying Demon Beast, as if he were a great flood beast flapping its wings, hurtling toward his prey.

Swoosh!

Like an eagle or a hawk, Wei Chen let out an inhuman screech and then his claw tore through the air, reaching down.

Upon seeing this, Yang Ting’s pupils shrank dramatically. In the blink of an eye, he assumed a defensive stance, crossing his arms in front of his chest, swiftly condensing a layer of True Qi defense around himself.

Boom!

Wei Chen’s claw struck Yang Ting’s arms. The latter’s feet scraped against the platform as he was violently pushed back, leaving behind a trail of intense sparks, retreating nearly twenty meters.

"He still lost the initiative to his opponent."

Ye Xuan shook his head as he watched the two begin their duel. That gust of wind was indeed the perfect opportunity to make a move. Unfortunately for Wei Chen, he had the wind at his back, while Yang Ting was against it. Fate was not on Yang Ting’s side, as the first move fell into his opponent’s hands.

Having gained the upper hand with one move, Wei Chen launched into a relentless attack without pause. With hands and feet working together, he unleashed a downpour of punches and wildly powerful leg strikes wave after wave at Yang Ting, like a ferocious Demon Beast, snarling and clawing viciously at its prey.

However, Yang Ting was, after all, a True Disciple of the Heavenly Martial Hall. Though he had lost the first strike, the idea of being quickly dominated by his opponent was far-fetched. He remained very calm, spreading his legs and lashing out with his hands like lightning, swiftly deflecting the fierce attacks.

"Ten Thousand Beasts Scripture, Tiger, Leopard, Elephant Form Boxing!"

Wei Chen roared lowly, his figure rolling as the roars of various beasts erupted from him. His fists and kicks became even more ferocious, each strike carrying a brutal imagery. Hundreds, thousands of blows landed, like countless beasts attacking a city.

Thump, thump, thump!

Yang Ting was overwhelmed by the fierce onslaught, retreating again and again, nearly without any chance to counterattack.

His eyes flared with rage and, suddenly, Yang Ting let out a roar. He straightened his spine and pushed with his knees. As he stood erect, the air around him seemed to detonate in countless explosions, the air currents swirling wildly, forming the silhouette of a giant dragon, spiraling into the sky.

Heavenly Dragon Scripture, Dragon Soaring in the Sky!

With a thunderous roar, Yang Ting launched a terrifying dragon-shaped Qi Force at Wei Chen who was suspended in midair. The dragon-shaped Qi Force, roaring skywards, had a massive head that could swallow Wei Chen’s body in an instant. The thin air was stirred into chaotic patterns, as if it were liquid.

The dragon’s might surged upward, rapidly countering the stampede of beasts and even showing a trend of pushing back!

"Don’t even think about making a comeback."

A sharp light flashed in Wei Chen’s eyes; his arms suddenly burst forth with a brilliant stream of Qi Force, blazing like fire. He brought his arms together, fists clenched, and thundered down a strike.

"Beast King Earth Splitting Fist!"

Boom!

A vicious punch, falling like a meteor from the sky, struck the dragon-shaped Qi Force. under such an offensive, the dragon-shaped Qi Force instantaneously shattered. Yang Ting spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with its string cut.

"Brother Yang!"

As they witnessed Yang Ting being thrown backward, many of the Heavenly Martial Hall Disciples’ faces showed sudden alarm. This third round was especially crucial. Were they about to lose so easily?

"Get out of my way!"

At that moment, Yang Ting, still hurtling backward, let out a furious roar. The dragon-shaped Qi Force, which had been torn to shreds before him in midair, suddenly swept back toward Wei Chen, catching him off guard and striking his body with an explosive blast, sending him flying as well!

Pfft!

Unable to hold it in, Wei Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, injured by the same move!

"Who will win?"

The crowd swallowed hard, but Ye Xuan, watching the two contestants being flung backward, already had the answer in his mind.

Crash!

To the regret of the many Heavenly Martial Hall Disciples, Yang Ting was the first to be ejected from the platform. Although it was only a mere few seconds before Wei Chen also fell from the platform, it was still too late, and thus the outcome of the match was finally determined.

"Wildfire Sect’s Wei Chen wins!"

The referee reluctantly announced the result. He was from the Heavenly Martial Hall and naturally hoped that the Heavenly Martial Hall could win. However, in front of the public eye, he couldn’t possibly make a blatantly wrong judgment, as it would not only be futile but would also attract even worse infamy.

Crack!

Ling Qianxue’s delicate hand crushed the teacup in her grip, the shards cutting through the skin on her hand, the blood seeping out in a shockingly vivid display.

Beside her, Leng Ruofeng also had an unpleasant expression on his face and remained silent.

With two consecutive defeats, the score had become two to one. This made the fourth match undoubtedly a crucial battle. If they lost again, then today’s challenge would be considered a success for the Wildfire Sect. Although they didn’t completely defeat the Heavenly Martial Hall, in the duel at the level of True Disciples, the Wildfire Sect had won.

The True Disciples were the most elite masters among the disciples of the two great sects. By comparison, the competitions between the Inner Hall Disciples seemed somewhat insignificant.

On the side of the Wildfire Sect, the atmosphere was quite lively.

"Two consecutive victories, it seems that this generation’s True Disciples of the Heavenly Martial Hall are nothing special."

"That’s right, for the final match, they have no one else to fight, most likely it will be that Ling Qianxue again. This little girl had just suffered from my surprise attack; her injuries are not light. Even if they switched with the other two, they have also been somewhat injured. I want to see how they will deal with the fourth round."

"No rush, let’s play along with them slowly. Whichever one of them comes out, they are doomed to lose."

Luo Cheng, Han Li, and the others all had smirks on their faces. With just one more match, they could trample the True Disciples of the Heavenly Martial Hall beneath their feet. That feeling must be quite gratifying.

"That goes without saying. All three of us have made our moves. Next, it’s only Brother Fang Ziyue left. With Brother Fang Ziyue’s strength, he is stronger than any of the three of us. If Ling Qianxue were at her peak, perhaps she’d have a chance to win, but now she’s injured..."

Wei Chen, who had just stepped off the stage, also smiled. His eyes landed on the last one of the four, a handsome young man in a black robe. On hearing these words, the corners of the young man’s mouth slowly curled up. Indeed, in this situation, there was no possibility of him losing... If there was a chance, he could play with this little girl quite well...

Ling Qianxue behaved more arrogantly, which only increased the desire to conquer in men’s hearts. After all, since she was the daughter of the Grand Hall Master of the Heavenly Martial Hall, they didn’t dare have any lewd thoughts about her—even if they did, they wouldn’t act on them. Still, toying with this ice beauty was no big deal...

At this time, Ling Qianxue also stood up from her seat, looking ready to go on stage for the fourth match.

"Junior Sister Ling, how are your injuries? If it’s no good, let me take your place."

Leng Ruofeng spoke with some concern. Although his nature was usually indifferent, in such a critical Sect matter, he took the overall situation very seriously. He wasn’t worried about winning or losing; he was more concerned about Ling Qianxue. Her pride was extremely strong, and if she were to suffer a defeat after stepping onto the stage, it would be a severe blow.

"No need, it’s just a minor injury, it’s nothing."

Ling Qianxue waved her hand. With Fang Ziyue’s formidable strength, even if Leng Ruofeng were in his peak condition, he might not be able to beat him, let alone when injured. That would make winning even more unlikely.

Her words, a fast battle, held a slim chance of victory. Even though the chance was small, she still had to seize it! Her pride wouldn’t allow her to lose here today!

"Woman, it would be better for you to admit defeat now. With your current state, the probability of winning is probably only about ten percent. Just calm down and let it be."

Just as Ling Qianxue was about to step onto the stage, a faint voice mixed with True Qi suddenly came from behind her, entering her ears. The person transmitting the message was none other than Ye Xuan.

In Ye Xuan’s opinion, losing a match wasn’t a big deal, and with Ling Qianxue’s overly strong sense of pride, this knock could be a good thing for her. Her stubborn determination to fight was likely to result in an unfortunate outcome.

"There’s no need for you to worry; I will win."

Ignoring what Ye Xuan said, Ling Qianxue moved gracefully, like a snow lotus, steadily landing on the high platform.

"Then pretend I didn’t say anything."

Ye Xuan shook his head. This woman was too stubborn.

But this sort of thing wasn’t something a minor Inner Hall Disciple like him could decide. In his line of sight, the fourth bout was already about to begin.

"Junior Sister Ling, punches and kicks have no eyes. It’s better for you to concede now; I’m afraid I might accidentally harm your precious body."

Fang Ziyue held a folding fan, taking in the sight of Ling Qianxue in front of him. Her untainted aura and ethereal visage momentarily stirred his heart, a trace of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"Less nonsense. The concept of defeat doesn’t exist in my mind."

Ling Qianxue’s wrist twisted, her waist-hung sword drawing an elegant arc, as though trailing snowflakes, while her aura began to spread. The temperature on the stage also noticeably started to drop.

"Then don’t blame me for ruthlessly crushing a flower."

Admiration notwithstanding, Fang Ziyue knew he had little chance of conquering the ice beauty before him. She likely didn’t think highly of him at all, so he might as well thoroughly crush and toy with her to satisfy his own craving for combat.

Swoosh!

Fang Ziyue’s eyes turned cold, and in a swift motion, he extended sharp blades from the tip of his folding fan, each one over half a meter long. He moved rapidly, stepping forward with oppressive pace, his sharp blades pointing directly towards Ling Qianxue’s throat with a deadly glint that flashed and vanished in the air.