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Chapter 157: The Bet and Instant Kill
Hu Shuang jumped up, furious like a wildcat.
In contrast, Lian Yun seemed unconcerned and took the initiative to attack.
Earlier, she had only engaged in battle because someone was trying to beat her to a pulp; how could she care about Hu Shuang hitting her? Perhaps she thought Hu Shuang was easy to bully, so she wanted to take advantage of that.
As soon as Lian Yun moved, Hu Shuang vanished from her spot, indicating that she had been prepared all along.
The third battle was different from the previous two, as there were moments when one of them would appear unexpectedly.
Hu Shuang appeared more frequently, and each time she did, her posture was somewhat awkward. This was due to Lian Yun indulging this masochistic tendency by hitting her a few times.
Lian Yun appeared less often; although she wasn't exactly in a dire state, her stance wasn't particularly graceful either, which showcased Hu Shuang's prowess.
A Keen Observer would quickly conclude that Lian Yun was superior to Hu Shuang.
However, the truth was that Lian Yun was merely relying on her speed, which surpassed Hu Shuang's. In terms of technique, Lian Yun still lagged behind Hu Shuang slightly.
To genuinely experience Hu Shuang's combat skills, Lian Yun often forced herself to block Hu Shuang's attacks, resulting in moments where she was hit. But due to her faster speed, she wouldn't be caught off guard for follow-up strikes.
Thus, such scenes unfolded.
Moreover, since Hu Shuang frequently sustained injuries from Lian Yun's attacks but recovered quickly due to the minor nature of her wounds, she grew bolder with each encounter. This third battle continued for fifteen minutes without pause.
Yet no matter how much Hu Shuang improved, Lian Yun's speed always managed to outpace her by a fraction. As they approached half an hour into the fight, the impatient girl could no longer hold back.
The two reappeared, with Lian Yun calm and collected once again as she questioned with confusion and helplessness, "What now?"
Hu Shuang was once again fuming, dissatisfied as she exclaimed, "I'm not fighting anymore, really not!"
"Why not?"
"Before the match, I could sense your strength, but now it feels increasingly vague. I can't win at all; I'm done fighting you. You're such a bad person."
"Pfft~~" Many in the audience spat blood. Clearly, Lian Yun had been the one showing restraint throughout the battle; how did he become the bad guy?
At first, although the audience disliked Lian Yun for bullying Hu Shuang, once they understood that he was actually looking out for her, they felt he was quite considerate.
They never expected this Moe Girl to be a masochist who liked to repay kindness with malice.
Lian Yun, feeling somewhat speechless and a bit frustrated, asked, "Should I hit harder then?"
"I'm not fighting anymore, really not!"
In a flash, the masochist darted down from the arena, leaving Lian Yun feeling so exasperated he nearly spat blood.
It was clear that she had burned bridges behind her. Lian Yun could only helplessly accept reality. However, he didn’t leave the arena; instead, he took a moment to close his eyes in silence before walking to the edge of the arena, facing the Northern Family's stands and gazing intently at North Qilin.
North Qilin was gravely injured. Even after some time had passed, his face remained pale and bloodless, his breath weak and his eyes listless. Yet upon meeting Lian Yun's gaze, he managed to stand up, albeit with a hint of confusion.
Without saying a word, Lian Yun turned away and placed his hand on the sword at his waist before closing his eyes again.
"The tenth round's final match features False Emperor Xue Qiong, Cloud Emperor Lian Yun, and Zeus's Cassio in a rotation~~~"
"I concede~~~" Cassio declared loudly without feeling any shame, only expressing deep regret.
He never expected that in the Land of Huaxia—such a place of exceptional talent—he, as the foremost young figure of the European Alliance, would be outmatched by two individuals from Huaxia. Moreover, that girl named Hu Shuang would likely rise to prominence within two or three years.
At this moment, Cassio no longer cared about the rankings. He just wanted to return to his alliance and inform his peers that his European League was truly inferior to Huaxia, hoping to inspire his contemporaries to work harder.
Xue Qiong was very pleased with Cassio's voluntary concession, even casting a look of appreciation in his direction.
This attitude was a display of superiority, an air of being above others. On the surface, Cassio showed no reaction, but as he turned away, a hint of disgust crossed his face. Instead, he glanced back at the calm and composed Lian Yun with a somewhat favorable expression.
As Hu Shuang had noted, one could initially sense Lian Yun's strength, but as the battle progressed, it became increasingly unclear.
Cassio knew he was no match for Xue Qiong and couldn't discern Lian Yun's true power, which was why he chose to concede.
Meanwhile, Xue Qiong's expression in the arena was somewhat triumphant, as if he had finally received the opportunity to prove himself.
While Lian Yun stood at the edge of the arena, Xue Qiong walked to the center, looking down slightly at Lian Yun and said, "We both bear royal titles; why not add some stakes to this duel?"
Lian Yun slowly opened his eyes, his gaze cold and indifferent, showing no acknowledgment of Xue Qiong.
Instantly, Xue Qiong's eyes turned crimson. Without waiting for Lian Yun's agreement, he spat out angrily, "First, the loser must become the winner's slave. Second, the victor gets Fallen Goose Talented Woman."
"When did Le Yan become your possession? What right do you have to wager her?"
Lian Yun's voice was flat and devoid of emotion, yet all around the arena, clusters of ice crystals began to form.
Rather than feeling intimidated by this display, Xue Qiong felt exhilarated by what he perceived as Lian Yun's anger. His expression brightened slightly as he taunted, "So you agree then."
"If you lose, the first condition of servitude is self-termination. Wagering Le Yan? Neither of us has that right!"
All the ice crystals in the arena melted away without leaving a trace of water.
Xue Qiong couldn't hear what came next; all he knew was that Lian Yun had agreed. He wanted Lian Yun dead—not just dead but in a state where life was unbearable and death was unattainable.
The two-meter-tall Ghost Battle Body was almost like a suit of armor. However, it possessed not only a flesh-like solidity but also a metallic hardness. As soon as the Ghost Battle Body took form, it charged towards Lian Yun, aiming to defeat him in one strike.
Yet, halfway through, at a distance of fifty meters, it suddenly retreated.
To outsiders, Xue Qiong seemed to vanish and then reappear fifty meters in front of Lian Yun, his body taking a half-step back as if he had been forced to retreat by Lian Yun.
The fact that he had been scared into retreating filled Xue Qiong with immense humiliation, and his expression twisted into a snarl. But just as the snarl formed, his face changed drastically.
"Stop!" someone instinctively shouted from the Alliance High Command's stands.
But it was already too late.
Lian Yun swung his sword and then sheathed it, his expression tinged with a hint of regret.
This was because Xue Qiong instinctively crossed his arms over his chest.
However, he still shot forward like a cannonball towards the stands of the Alliance High Command.
(End of Chapter)
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