Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 248 - 245 Consecutive Victories

Chapter 248: Chapter 245 Consecutive Victories

"The way Ye Xuan handles a sword is impressive," someone commented. "His cultivation might not be outstanding, but his swordsmanship has a style of its own. To defeat Liu Feifan, who is incredibly strong, and so swiftly at that, is no small feat."

"Indeed, what’s surprising is not just his swordsmanship, but also his aura. To remain calm and composed in front of a cold-blooded character like Liu Feifan suggests that he might have a chance at achieving ten consecutive victories."

"His strength is definitely not bad, but it’s too early to talk about him reaching ten consecutive victories. The rewards for ten consecutive wins are extraordinary, and they’re not so easily attained, especially for someone who’s relatively unknown. That’s quite a challenge."

"That’s true, but I still have faith in him. Who knows, he might just create a miracle."

After the fifth battle concluded, many were looking at Ye Xuan with new respect. His streak of five consecutive wins was more surprising than Liu Qiangdong’s previous performance for several reasons: firstly, Ye Xuan was a complete unknown, and secondly, he was young, indicating significant potential for the future.

"Useless, they’re all damn useless!"

Fu Juechen was fuming with rage, not expecting that, instead of taking Ye Xuan down, he had allowed the man to secure an easy streak of five consecutive wins, which felt like a massive irony to him.

The guards stood at a distance, fearing that they might provoke Fu Juechen’s ire and suffer collateral damage.

Meanwhile, on the Battle Platform, the challenges continued.

Ye Xuan’s sixth opponent was a young man who wielded a pair of maces, whose strength was even greater than that of Liu Feifan.

After just five exchanges, Ye Xuan brought his hands together and, using both at once, defeated his opponent.

"It’s the realm of seamless unity!"

Liu Qiangdong was taken aback for a moment before a glint of light appeared in his eyes. The bitter feeling of his earlier defeat lingered in his mind. Had he been in better form, he was certain he could have advanced even further. Now, seeing Ye Xuan, he found himself eager for a duel, considering that the primary reason to visit the Extreme Martial Arena wasn’t just for fame, but to spar with masters to hone one’s combat skills—after all, it isn’t easy to find so many masters elsewhere to practice against. Of course, this assumes that you have the ability to protect yourself.

He believed he had attained the realm of controlling the saber with his aura and had made no small achievement. Seeing Ye Xuan master the realm of seamless unity was like discovering a new rival. He was curious to see whether his own saber skill was superior or if Ye Xuan’s seamless unity would prove more powerful.

Once Ye Xuan had defeated his sixth opponent, the healed Liu Qiangdong stepped up for the seventh battle.

Liu Qiangdong’s strength had been witnessed by everyone present, so him being Ye Xuan’s seventh opponent was naturally not an issue.

"Please, teach me," Liu Qiangdong said, bowing to Ye Xuan, recognizing him as a formidable opponent.

"Make your move," replied Ye Xuan, his response quite indifferent, which slightly irked Liu Qiangdong. However, after thinking it over, he held back his annoyance. His opponent was so arrogantly self-assured that losing to Liu would make the defeat all the more dramatic.

Without further ado, Liu Qiangdong drew his saber. The blade’s light flashed through the void, aiming at Ye Xuan’s chest with lightning speed.

Clang!

The lightning-fast blade light was blocked by a sword. No one saw when Ye Xuan made his move; it seemed as if Liu Qiangdong had slashed directly onto Ye Xuan’s sword.

With a cold snort, Liu Qiangdong stepped forward, moving as if he had cast a shadow. His saber, too, moved extremely quickly, working in unison with his movement technique to create an impenetrable assault on Ye Xuan.

Clang, clang, clang!

The Battle Platform was filled with the sound of the clashing weapons, and sparks flew in all directions. Liu Qiangdong pressed forward nine steps, while Ye Xuan retreated the same. Despite stepping back, Ye Xuan remained as stable as a bell, methodically swinging his sword.

"A decisive strike!" Seizing the advantage, Liu Qiangdong suddenly delivered a phantom-like slash. It was his signature move, usually giving opponents no time to react before they were defeated.

Clang!

However, the specter-like slash was blocked as soon as it was halfway there. In the time it took Liu Qiangdong to strike once, Ye Xuan had already struck twice. His first sword strike parried the blade light, and the second knocked Liu’s long saber away, hovering over his throat.

"How could he be so fast?"

Liu Qiangdong stared in disbelief. With his saber skill, Ye Xuan had managed to deliver two sword strikes in the time it took Liu to make one. The gap between them was something only Liu himself could truly understand.

"Seven wins in a row."

On the gambling platform, Lady Xuan swallowed hard. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she would have found it hard to believe that Ye Xuan could be so indomitably victorious on the Extreme Battle Platform.

Liu Qiangdong conceded and left the platform. His successor was a heavily made-up, sexy woman, probably in her early thirties, with a graceful figure and captivating eyes. Judging by her dress and appearance, she seemed less like a Martial Artist and more like a courtesan.

"Little brother, I’m quite frail, so please be gentle when we start."

The sultry woman cast a seductive glance at Ye Xuan, her flirtatious demeanor and husky voice making many onlooking martial artists itch with desire, wishing they could be the ones in the arena.

"Sure thing,"

Ye Xuan nodded and replied with a smile.

Seeing this, the seductive woman felt secretly pleased with herself. After all, he was just a boy—how could he resist her charms? With just a little ploy, winning the fight should be a cinch.

Slowly closing in on Ye Xuan, once she got within a certain distance, the woman’s eyes suddenly flashed coldly. She flicked her sleeve, releasing a barrage of sharp gleams that shot towards Ye Xuan.

The glinting darts were all hidden throwing knives that reached Ye Xuan in the blink of an eye.

Clang, clang, clang!

Ye Xuan drew his long sword, flicking it repeatedly to deflect the barrage of darts, while the seductive woman seized the opportunity to lash out her coiled whip at his neck.

Her fierce attacks, one after the other, were extremely ruthless, and the previously interested crowd suddenly lost their enthusiasm. Lust was natural, but not if it cost them their lives. The sultry woman had looked alluring, but her attacks were unexpectedly fierce; both the hidden weapons and the whip could be fatal.

As the whip lashed out fiercely, Ye Xuan lightly sidestepped. He let his left fist get caught by the whip, and without resistance, he moved closer to the seductive woman.

The seductive woman’s face lit up with pleasure, but then her gaze turned ice-cold. Sleeves fluttering again, she sent a dense flurry of needles straight at Ye Xuan.

The two were so close that a normal Second Grade Martial Sect member would have been turned into a sieve instantly, meeting an untimely end. But Ye Xuan was far from ordinary. His reflexes and insight were top-notch, and his sword danced in front of him like a masterful brushstroke, flicking away all the incoming needles.

"What?"

The seductive woman’s face contorted in shock. She couldn’t believe Ye Xuan could so easily neutralize her attack from such a close range—it was unfathomable.

Just as she was about to make her next move, she found Ye Xuan’s sword tip resting against her throat.

"Little brother..."

She tried to charm him with a seductive smile, her right hand stealthily moving, but in that moment, she felt an icy threat at her throat as if the next instant would slice open her throat.

"I yield!"

Overwhelmed by Ye Xuan’s killing intent, the seductive woman hastily conceded. She realized that her allure had no effect on him; he had merely pretended to be swayed earlier.

Unexpectedly, this youngster who appeared to be no more than twenty had such remarkable composure.

As the seductive woman admitted defeat, Ye Xuan claimed his eighth consecutive victory, nearing the coveted streak of ten wins.

At this point, Lady Xuan was also ecstatic. Following Ye Xuan’s instructions, the sixty thousand Xuanyuan Pills she had staked turned into over two hundred thousand with her winnings, amassing a considerable fortune.

Seeing Ye Xuan’s continuous victories, Fu Juechen was seething. Each of Ye Xuan’s victories felt like a slap in his face. The so-called experts they sent out seemed like trash before Ye Xuan, utterly powerless.

"Damn it, this can’t go on. Quick, call Sima Nan for me. Tell him that this young master orders him to be ready for the tenth fight. He must kill that boy."

"What, Sima Nan?"

The guards’ expression changed at the mention of Sima Nan, a once thirty-fifth-ranked expert on the Battle List. Even if that was in the past, his prowess was beyond that of any ordinary expert. To call upon such a fighter for just a streak of ten victories?

"Are you still standing there?" Seeing the guards hesitate, Fu Juechen shouted angrily.

"Yes, yes, yes..."

A guard, scared out of his wits, hurried away.

Fu Juechen’s eyes lingered on Lady Xuan, with a wicked smile on his face. He had never failed to bed a woman he desired. Once he dealt with Ye Xuan, Lady Xuan would be easy prey without him in the way.

On the Battle Platform, the ninth fight had already begun.

Ye Xuan faced a blue-robed elder whose weapon was a trident and whose cultivation fluttered at the level of Third Grade Martial Sect. Though the elder wielded more power than Liu Qiangdong, the difference was clear.

In this vast world, many Martial Arts Schools existed, and the variety of weapons was countless. Among all arms, none was inherently superior or inferior. Long weapons had their advantages and drawbacks—it all depended on the wielder. A good wielder could exploit these advantages, and a poor one could just as easily be countered.

Indeed, each combatant brought a different style to the fight, not randomly chosen, but rather meticulously analyzed by the Extreme Martial Combat arena based on Ye Xuan’s style, choosing diverse strong opponents aiming to break his winning streak.

Yet, thus far, Ye Xuan hadn’t shown any clear weaknesses, and the arena had yet to find a method to best him in a single fight.