Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 247 - 244: Initiating the Challenge

Chapter 247: Chapter 244: Initiating the Challenge

Before heading to the stage, Ye Xuan handed over the sixty thousand Xuanyuan Pills he had to Lady Xuan, "After I go on stage, bet everything on me winning every fight, no matter what the odds are, remember that."

Listening to these words, Lady Xuan was also somewhat stunned. Betting on Ye Xuan to win regardless of the opponents’ strength? Wasn’t that a bit too blindly confident? However, after Ye Xuan nodded, she agreed, thinking that since Ye Xuan had said so, she would just follow his instructions.

After Lady Xuan agreed, Ye Xuan’s figure flashed, and he leaped towards the arena.

Ye Xuan landed steadily on the arena, and immediately a wave of noisy discussions spread in the spectator seats.

"Who is this young man? It seems we have never seen him before?"

"Who knows? He probably wants to make a name for himself on this stage. There are many young people like him, so full of vigor when they go on stage, aiming to make their mark. But in the end, they often end up as bloody corpses, dead on the platform."

"Yes, it’s good for young people to be competitive, but if they lack wisdom and step onto the ultimate stage, it’s simply courting death."

At that moment, Fu Juechen, sitting in the VIP area, stared at Ye Xuan who had climbed onto the stage. He was first stunned, then a ferocious smile appeared on his face, "Heaven truly helps me. Foolish boy, you have a way to heaven but you won’t follow, yet you barge into hell which has no gate. Offending me and daring to climb onto the ultimate stage, you are truly seeking death."

He was worried about not having the chance to ambush Ye Xuan, but he didn’t expect the latter to be so reckless, practically delivering himself for assassination.

Every day, people die on the ultimate stage, and with his influence, just a small plot would be enough to leave Ye Xuan with no place to be buried.

After collecting a standard iron sword from the referee—never underestimate this iron sword, although it is only Earth-grade, its durability is comparable to that of the usual Heavenly Grade weapons, which is enough to withstand high-intensity fighting without breaking down during a match, affecting the process of the contest.

"Who dares to be the first to challenge on stage?" The referee shouted out loud to those around.

Ye Xuan’s strength did not seem strong, and it was also his first battle, so the opponent could be arbitrary. As long as someone challenged him, that would be acceptable. The winner would immediately proceed to the second match and then continue fighting one after another.

Not to mention the first battle, in fact, the first three were quite random, with open challenges. But as time went on, if someone kept winning, they would capture the attention of the martial battle arena, which would start arranging skilled fighters to curb the streak.

The fifth consecutive battle, the tenth consecutive battle, these were important nodes where many people would fail at the fifth or tenth rounds. Even if one could barely hold on, they would lose much strength, making the likelihood of losing in the next match quite high.

"I’m coming!"

As soon as the words fell, a burly man flew from the side spectator seats, landing opposite to Ye Xuan. His weapon was a double-handled saber, and both blades emitted a cold and chilling glow.

"Mountain Pavilion’s Wei Mingkong, pleased to meet you!"

The burly man, muscles taut all over, every move radiated an immensely powerful sense of strength. After speaking, he swung his double-handled saber, stepping forward, the saber swirling impenetrably fast, rushing towards Ye Xuan.

There were countless sects within the Chaotic Sea Domain, and Mountain Pavilion was just one among the vast sea, not well-known to many in the audience, not to mention Ye Xuan. However, as they observed Wei Mingkong making his moves, their expressions also turned solemn.

Given the opponent’s momentum, common Second Grade Martial Sects perhaps wouldn’t dare to clash directly.

Whoosh!

Ye Xuan stood still, unmoved, and as the double-handled saber suddenly struck, only then did he raise his arm, blocking the ferociously advancing double-handled saber with his longsword, and violent sparks burst forth.

"Mount Tai Overhead!"

Wei Mingkong bellowed, his whole body’s aura exploding, his powerful True Qi drawing the forces of heaven and earth to converge, forming a huge mountain aiming to crush Ye Xuan.

However, just as that immense force erupted, Ye Xuan’s sword cleverly wound around like a snake, touching Wei Mingkong.

The sword Qi explosively burst forth, blossoming first on Wei Mingkong’s body. He screamed, then fell off the platform.

Getting up from the ground, Wei Mingkong looked at the blood cavity close to his heart, only slightly off. It was clear that Ye Xuan had shown mercy, otherwise, he wouldn’t have survived.

"Thank you!"

Wei Mingkong’s face showed gratitude. On the ultimate stage, life or death was irrelevant; even if Ye Xuan had killed him, it would have been justified. But Ye Xuan had spared his life, unlike what might have happened had it been anyone else—he would have likely been decapitated by now.

"What a skillful young swordsman this Ye Xuan is, everyone, isn’t there anyone else who wants to challenge him? This is a great opportunity to match skills with such a talented young man. Of course, if you think you lack the strength or are afraid of dying, then don’t come up. The ultimate stage welcomes only the truly strong," the referee praised Ye Xuan, his words spurring on the martial artists in the audience seats as he chuckled.

His words were piercing, hoping to provoke the fighters present to act, the more he spoke this way, the more who wanted to step forward to prove themselves.

"Not bad swordsmanship, let this old man Jin Canlie see your skills!"

A figure burst forth from the front row of the spectator seats, his presence not to be underestimated. His weapon was a pair of twin forks. After stepping onto the stage, he didn’t hastily attack Ye Xuan, but carefully observed, slowly moving his feet, obviously very experienced.

Ye Xuan knew the old man in front of him was extremely cautious; he didn’t want to waste time here, so he took the initiative to reveal a clear flaw to his opponent.

Seeing Ye Xuan’s flaw, Jin Canlie’s eyes brightened, then he violently attacked, the twin forks striking out at an extremely tricky angle, like poisonous snakes targeting Ye Xuan’s exposed weakness.

His move launched, Ye Xuan’s mouth also curved slightly upward.

His figure shifted momentarily, and his arms slightly lifted.

"The opening has disappeared!"

Jin Canlie was taken aback, but it was already too late for him to retract his move, Ye Xuan’s sword blurred his aged eyes.

The sound of ripping!

A line of blood appeared on Jin Canlie’s neck, freezing him in place. For a moment, he thought he was dead. Then, touching his neck, he found only a shallow cut. Only then did he realize he was still alive, having brushed past the gates of hell.

"Too terrifying."

Swallowing hard, Jin Canlie looked at Ye Xuan with awe. Little did he know, Ye Xuan’s strength was terrifying, and only those who had exchanged blows with him could truly understand.

Jin Canlie was defeated, and Ye Xuan also smoothly won the second round.

The third round, still victorious.

Four consecutive wins.

The battle quickly moved to the fifth round.

"Damn it, I can’t stand it anymore. Quickly order someone tougher to take down this kid." Seeing Ye Xuan’s consecutive victories made Fu Juechen’s expression grow uglier. He grabbed the collar of a nearby guard and commanded in a low voice.

"Yes, I’ll arrange it now." The guard nodded hastily and withdrew.

Shortly after, Ye Xuan was faced with his fifth opponent.

He was a cold, expressionless middle-aged man wielding a standard-issue long spear, exuding an aura of sternness.

Murmured discussions erupted among the surrounding crowd.

"It’s Liu Feifan, a formidable contestant with five consecutive wins. Although his cultivation is only of the Second Grade Martial Sect, even those from the Third Grade Martial Sect were nearly killed by him. I didn’t expect him to step in as early as the fifth round. It seems this kid named Ye Xuan is in danger."

"Yes, Liu Feifan has always killed without blinking an eye on the stage, never holding back. Many skilled fighters have already died at his hands. This round might well end in death or injury."

"If it were me, facing such a guy, I would definitely have conceded by now. Once the fight starts, there would probably be no chance to surrender, only the risk of losing one’s life."

As the discussions spread, Lady Xuan, who was placing bets on Ye Xuan, also began to worry. Hearing people say this, wasn’t Ye Xuan in great danger?

Without warning or any sign, Liu Feifan suddenly struck. True Qi surged through his body, and a whirlwind erupted. His spear swept toward Ye Xuan’s throat.

A chilling murderous intent instantly locked onto Ye Xuan.

If Ye Xuan had been an inexperienced greenhorn, he might really have been frightened into submission by this killing intent, but to him now, it was just a trivial matter.

With a clang,

his head tilted slightly and his sword struck the cold spear on its side. The sharp spear point passed by his body, striking directly into a stone slab behind him and shattering it.

"Gale Spear Technique!"

Failing to hit with his first strike, Liu Feifan once again launched a frenzied attack, using the most proficient Low-level Heavenly Grade Martial Arts. With each thrust of his spear, a multitude of spear shapes emerged, carrying fierce winds that grew increasingly intense, as if wherever the wind was, his spear thrusts would follow, all targeting Ye Xuan.

Ting, ting!

Facing so many spearheads, Ye Xuan merely drew his sword across them, simplifying the complex. His Sword Qi seemed to have a suction force, pulling all those layers of spear shapes towards it, and then all collapsing into chaos. What seemed like a wildly violent offensive was instantly resolved.

With a clang,

Ye Xuan advanced like a ghost, pointing his sword on the long spear. With an explosive force, the spear immediately flew out of Liu Feifan’s hands and off the platform.

Thud!

Before Liu Feifan could make another move, a kick landed on his chest. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and, just a moment slower than his flying spear, was kicked off the platform.

"How could this happen?"

It wasn’t until he was knocked out of the platform that Liu Feifan realized what had happened. He hadn’t seen clearly how Ye Xuan had defeated him. He was shocked off his weapon and then blasted off the platform, all in the blink of an eye. It seemed like Ye Xuan had used only one sword strike, but it was not.