Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 249 - 246: Master of the Battle List

Chapter 249: Chapter 246: Master of the Battle List

But so far, Ye Xuan had never used his full strength. Up to this point, he had only exerted less than sixty percent of his power, so to many spectators, Ye Xuan began to appear somewhat strained—at least not as effortlessly overpowering his adversaries as before. Now, claiming victory required a fair bit of difficulty.

The battle against the man in blue further led many to speculate that Ye Xuan couldn’t last much longer and that ten consecutive wins might just be his limit.

After twenty moves against the man in blue, the outcome was still undetermined on the battlefield, with some already guessing whether Ye Xuan might lose this round.

Just as the crowd was rife with speculation, a determined look condensed in Ye Xuan’s eyes, and the speed of his sword suddenly accelerated, leaving afterimages.

His swordplay’s speed surged dramatically, slicing through the air like a rainbow piercing the sun, transforming into a sharp beam of light that punctured the man in blue’s chest.

"Ptui!"

As the sword light fell, it left a bloody hole in the old man’s body, piercing right through him.

Fortunately, Ye Xuan had shown restraint and deliberately aimed between the internal organs, sparing the old man’s life.

Had Ye Xuan been a cruel killer, the man in blue would now be a cold corpse.

"Thank you for sparing my life," said the man in blue, his face flush with shame as he bowed to Ye Xuan before clutching his wound and stepping down from the stage.

Ye Xuan didn’t want to kill needlessly. Indeed, those like him who had once held high positions knew all the more the value of life. Why condemn a man to death without profound enmity?

At this moment, the martial arena was abuzz with heated discussions. Having won this match, Ye Xuan had achieved nine consecutive victories. Just one more win would make him the newest fighter to claim ten consecutive victories in the Ultimate Martial Arena.

In the Ultimate Martial Arena, there were many who had eight or nine consecutive wins, but few had ever had the honor of ten consecutive wins. Ten consecutive victories represented an honor, and any fighter who achieved it would receive an Ultimate Martial Arena Ten Consecutive Wins Medal, symbolizing both their strength and honor.

This medal, issued by the Ultimate Martial Arena, held considerable prestige within the Chaotic Sea Domain.

However, Ye Xuan had only just reached for the ten consecutive victories and hadn’t truly achieved it yet. There had been many strong contenders who’d reached nine wins only to fail in the tenth round. Transcending that threshold to ten was by no means an easy task.

"This tenth round, let me, Sima Nan, be your opponent!"

Amid the fervent debates of the crowd, a middle-aged man with a hooked nose stepped forward with powerful strides, leaping onto the stage and immediately causing a stir.

"Sima Nan! It’s actually Sima Nan, the former well-known contender of the Battle List! He’s stepping in?"

"Terrifying. Although Sima Nan is a former Battle List champion and has been knocked off the rankings, it doesn’t mean his skills are lacking. He could re-enter the list at any time. And I’ve heard that recently, he killed a Third Grade Martial Sect member with a single punch. His strength is extraordinary."

"Just ten consecutive wins, and Sima Nan steps up? It’s clear they don’t intend to let Ye Xuan achieve ten consecutive wins. The Ultimate Martial Arena is being rather stingy this time."

Martial Artists whispered amongst each other. Sima Nan’s reputation was known to most present—a former Battle List heavyweight. After all, the Battle List was a ranking of authoritative combat prowess; anyone featured on it was a formidable and ruthless character.

Seeing Sima Nan step up even at just ten consecutive wins was thrilling for many, but it was also a moment of regret for Ye Xuan. His nine consecutive wins likely wouldn’t advance further. If it had been anyone else, perhaps they might have had a chance to fight back.

"Sima Nan? That Fu Juechen really played his hand!" Lady Xuan bit her lip, her face turning pale, as she immediately called towards Ye Xuan on the stage: "Ye Xuan, quickly forfeit. Sima Nan was once a Battle List champion; you’re not his match."

Hearing Lady Xuan’s shout, the man standing opposite Ye Xuan, Sima Nan, let out a loud laugh, "Kid, did you hear that? Surrender now while you still can. Once I make my move, you won’t even be able to utter the words ’I surrender.’"

Ye Xuan appeared to turn a deaf ear to Sima Nan’s laughter, his gaze shifting towards the VIP seats not far away. Seated there was none other than Fu Juechen, who was currently watching him with a mocking look, "Kid, ten consecutive wins are not easy to come by. If you’re afraid of dying, then hurry up and get off the stage. Don’t embarrass yourself."

"Is that so? It’s not certain yet who will be the one to embarrass themselves," Ye Xuan said lightly.

"Hahaha, Sima Nan, you see? You know what to do next. Don’t hold back," a sinister light flickered in Fu Juechen’s eyes.

"Understood."

Sima Nan nodded, then wasted no more words. He stomped vigorously on the stage as if a tsunami were rising from the ground, with True Qi swirling around him. The dark yellow energy flowed like a tide in all directions, his momentum indeed a cut above the previous fighters who had taken the stage.

On the betting platform, wagering was nearing its conclusion. Ye Xuan’s odds were at one to three. Lady Xuan gritted her teeth and wagered all of Ye Xuan’s more than two hundred thousand Xuanyuan Pills. If he lost now, his life would be gone; what would be the use of holding onto those pills?

"Kid, don’t blame me if you end up a dead ghost. It’s your own fault for offending someone you shouldn’t have!"

With a low roar, Sima Nan positioned his legs slightly apart and threw a punch carrying formidable momentum at Ye Xuan.

With a "sliccck" sound, the air seemed to tear apart instantaneously. That punch felt as if a dam had burst, unleashing a flood, and Ye Xuan looked like a small tree before the torrent, on the verge of being snapped, overwhelmed, creating a powerful visual impact.

Ye Xuan’s arm moved, and two streaks of sword light crisscrossed out.

Pff!

The intersecting sword light divided the punch’s strength into four parts, scattering it.

"You’ve got some skill, but that was just an appetizer."

Sima Nan gathered his True Qi and propelled himself upward, executing a second punch from mid-air. As he thrust his fist out, it seemed as if a mountain was drifting, smashing down hard on Ye Xuan.

With an unchanged expression, Ye Xuan gripped his sword with both hands. His Sword Qi swelled and cut directly into the mountainous punch, slicing fiercely through it. Sword Qi tore through the skies, leaving a huge vacuum cut in the void, dividing the space of the entire arena in two, a powerful counter attack.

The punch’s strength dissipated, and the Sword Qi quickly reached Sima Nan, causing his complexion to change drastically. In a critical moment, he let out a loud roar, his True Qi boiling up and surging tumultuously.

"Invincible King Fist, Water Splitting!"

The punch rolled out, covering the stage like a sweeping tide, turning it into a vast ocean. In that ocean, towering waves tore and reassembled, whirlpools emerging one after another, covering the platform with a thick layer, the momentum shockingly impressive.

The raging waves of punch strength collided with the Sword Qi, emitting a wretched howl. The terrible sound vibrations folded the air, warping the scene.

Crack!

One sword stroke opened a gap in the waves of True Qi, and Ye Xuan surged forward, his sword thrusting toward Sima Nan’s throat.

"Courting death!"

Seeing Ye Xuan daring to counterattack, Sima Nan’s face suddenly darkened. He roared like a wild beast, frantically throwing a punch, directly colliding with Ye Xuan head-on.

The punch’s strength was overflowing, enveloping Ye Xuan from every direction, not leaving any room to maneuver, completely airtight.

"The one courting death is you."

Ye Xuan thought to himself. In that instant, his previously suppressed strength, held at sixty percent, suddenly increased to its full potential. The power of his sword also surged, and in the blink of an eye, it broke through Sima Nan’s punch strength.

"Impossible!"

Sima Nan watched his punch strength tear like fabric, his eyeballs almost popping out in disbelief. His punch, which contained almost all his strength, was so easily torn apart, irreversibly out of control, unstoppable.

With his pupils suddenly shrinking, Sima Nan tried to retreat, but the sword light in Ye Xuan’s hand surged, emitting a dragon’s roar filling the air. A dragon-shaped Sword Qi ripped through creating a vacuum zone, and suddenly struck at Sima Nan. Its terrifying speed left no chance for escape.

Boom!

The dragon-shaped Sword Qi hit Sima Nan without doubt, sending his body flying out, directly towards the edge of the arena.

"Can it be, Sima Nan is going to lose?!"

In the spectator stands, almost everyone was dumbfounded as they watched Sima Nan fly backward, speechless. The formidable former Battle List expert, who had just issued a harsh threat with the air of drawing blood, now ended in such a comical manner?

Among the many astonished gazes, Sima Nan somersaulted in the air and finally came to a stop at the edge of the platform, disheveled but at least not falling off.

"Still struggling?"

Ye Xuan’s lips curled into a faint smile, then he gripped his sword and sliced vertically down toward Sima Nan’s position.

Boom!

The Sword Qi expanded to a size of forty or fifty feet, the roaring sword pressure surging out even before it landed, enveloping and descending, giving Sima Nan a feeling of extreme terror. He felt that, as if by fate, he had been locked by this life-stealing Sword Qi and, if he didn’t flee, he couldn’t avoid this terrifying Sword Qi.

Sssss!

Sporadic Sword Qi shot about, leaving holes in the platform here and there, and even the martial artists in the spectator stands could feel the presence of the Sword Qi. They knew Ye Xuan’s sword would certainly not reach the spectator seats, but the deterrence of this one strike made them all feel an alarming chill, as though it struck their souls.

Boom!

The Sword Qi finally crashed down, cutting a deep crack at the edge of the platform. The crack’s reach was extensive, even spreading outside the platform, dense sword holes like a wasp’s nest, making people’s skin crawl.

However, a moment before the Sword Qi landed, Sima Nan had already dodged it. With nowhere else to go, he could only jump off the platform and flee far away. Although it damaged the face of a former Battle List master, at this point his life was almost gone, who the fuck still cared about face? Knowing he couldn’t withstand this sword and still trying to block it head-on would only be done by someone brainless.