Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Dark clouds hung low, and the cold wind howled. Today marked the third day of the Martial Arts Selection Tournament.
After two days of intense competition, the initial count of three thousand four hundred participants had dwindled to just two hundred, forming a mere hundred pairs.
At this moment, in the stands, Cold Boyuan looked solemnly at the arena, where two figures were engaged in a fierce battle on the Geng Arena.
From three thousand four hundred to now two hundred, there had been a total of seventeen rounds of competition. Those who remained on stage were clearly some of the more skilled contestants.
"This child is impressive, but unfortunately, he has encountered Ye Tian," Leng Bo Feng remarked softly, a hint of approval in his eyes.
"Indeed, with proper training, he could become a talent," Cold Boyuan nodded in agreement.
Ye Tian's opponent in this round was named Hong Shi, a standout among the younger generation of a third-rate family. His strength was classified as a First-Dan Warrior, and he wielded the Yellow Rank Four Martial Art, Weaving Slash, with great ferocity and power. Throughout the seventeen rounds of battles he had participated in, he had shown his prowess and garnered quite a bit of attention.
In the arena, Geng Arena.
"Weaving Slash!" A figure moved like lightning, energy swirling in his palm as he conjured an illusory blade shadow—this was Hong Shi's attack.
"Ha!" Facing the sharp blade shadow rushing towards him, Ye Tian shouted loudly. As his figure flickered, a faint golden light flashed from his palm, and an indistinct Bagua Pattern appeared before him.
Bang!
The blade shadow struck against the Bagua Pattern with a resounding crash. Both fighters then retreated a few steps, locking eyes as they prepared for their next moves.
Although they had both stepped back, the outcome of their clash was already clear. The blade shadow dissipated into nothingness while the Bagua Pattern showed no signs of breaking.
"The Cold Family's supreme defensive martial art, Bagua Xuan Yuan Shield?!" A wave of astonishment erupted from the crowd.
In the past few rounds, Ye Tian always had to engage in prolonged battles with his opponents. Although he advanced without any surprises, he did not create the shocking impact that matched his reputation.
However, with the emergence of the Bagua Xuan Yuan Shield, the spectators who had almost given up hope for Ye Tian reignited their expectations.
"Second brother, were you able to use the Bagua Xuan Yuan Shield so effortlessly at sixteen?" Cold Bo Stone turned to ask.
Cold Boyuan shook his head slightly, then took a sip of tea, his eyes showing a hint of satisfaction as he remarked, "His potential far exceeds both of ours."
Meanwhile, in the arena, Hong Shi looked astonished. Although he had heard of Ye Tian's great name, he never expected that Ye Tian had already mastered a defensive martial art like the Bagua Xuan Yuan Shield.
It is known that among martial arts of the same rank, as long as the power difference between both sides is not too great, defensive martial arts can completely counterattack martial arts. Not to mention this was two ranks higher than Weaving Slash—the Yellow Level Six Bagua Xuan Yuan Shield.
Thinking of this, a trace of dejection appeared on Hong Shi's face as he thought, "Without the Bagua Xuan Yuan Shield, my chances of winning against him are extremely low. I might as well give up now to avoid wasting time."
In fact, Hong Shi was not someone who would back down at the slightest setback. However, facing Ye Tian, who was one rank higher and could skillfully execute Yellow Level Six defensive martial arts, it was no exaggeration to say that he couldn't even break through his defense.
Moreover, during their several exchanges in battle, he could clearly feel that Ye Tian had not used his full strength; he hadn't even exerted eight-tenths of his power.
"Brother Ye, you’ve won," Hong Shi said reluctantly, but he had to accept the reality of their power disparity.
"Thank you. I believe your strength will greatly improve in a few years," Ye Tian continued to encourage his defeated opponent. He understood how this sense of defeat could affect a martial artist and had always been courteous to his opponents. Even with overwhelming strength, he would never easily defeat an opponent without engaging in at least ten rounds.
"Thank you for your kind words, Brother Ye." Hong Shi cupped his hands and sincerely said, "I hope to meet you again at the Martial Arts Selection Tournament in eight years."
Ye Tian also cupped his hands and smiled, "Until we meet again."
After saying this, Hong Shi turned and left the stage without looking back.
"Hong Shi is quite a carefree person; he seems like someone I could befriend," Ye Tian thought as he returned to the spectator stands.
"Xiao Tian, you have won eighteen rounds in a row; this trend is clearly aiming for the top prize!" Cold Boyuan said with admiration.
"Hehe, Uncle Leng, I'm not the only one winning eighteen rounds in a row," Ye Tian replied with a smile, pointing to the competitors still fighting in the Arena.
Cold Boyuan nodded at his words, his tone filled with even more praise: "Humble and kind yet decisive and fierce, Xiao Tian, you truly have the qualities of a leader."
"Uncle Leng, please stop joking with me. I can barely accept being called humble and decisive, but calling me fierce and kind is an exaggeration. The main reason I entered the Martial Arts Selection Tournament is to kill; where does kindness come into play? Besides, I practice techniques that are more focused on skill, so how can we talk about fierceness?" Ye Tianxin was in high spirits, so he engaged in a verbal sparring match with Cold Boyuan.
"Haha, that's your decisiveness. What I mean by kindness is that you deliberately let your opponents have a chance; otherwise, with your strength, I doubt anyone could last five rounds against you in the same category," Cold Boyuan said, patting Ye Tian on the shoulder. He continued, "As for fierceness, it reminds me of your encounter with Wang Hu, which inspired my thoughts."
"I am Xu Ao!!!"
A furious roar suddenly interrupted Ye Tian and Cold Boyuan's conversation.
The two turned to look and saw a figure in a bright red robe soaring through the air like a blood demon, surrounded by swirling energy. The figure exuded an aura akin to a hawk diving from the sky as it pounced on its opponent below.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Accompanied by a scream of agony, the opponent was instantly engulfed by Xu Ao, and amidst the surging energy came continuous cries of pain that evoked a sense of horror.
"Although Xu Ao acts absurdly, he is still the strongest among this year's contestants," Cold Boyuan said softly.
"Yes, I've noticed too. He has been unstoppable; none of his opponents have lasted three rounds against him. It seems he has reached the level of a Five-Stage Warrior," Ye Tian said with a serious expression. It appeared that to defeat Xu Ao, he would need to use that Spirit Beast Inner Pill after all.
"Not only that, but the way he executes the Eagle Strike in the Sky shows that its power is definitely beyond just Yellow Rank Five Martial Arts."
At some point, Cold Bo Stone had also joined them and chuckled, "Brother, you sometimes misjudge things too! What Xu Ao is using isn't the Eagle Strike in the Sky. It's actually the third level of the Xu Family Azure Eagle Palm, called the Divine Eagle Style!"
"What! The Divine Eagle Style! That's a Yellow-Level Eight-Rank Martial Art!” Upon hearing this, Cold Boyuan stood up abruptly. He had suspected from the beginning that what Xu Ao was using wasn't merely the Eagle Strike in the Sky, but he never expected him to have reached such mastery over the Divine Eagle Style.
"Are you sure you didn't misjudge?" Cold Boyuan paused for a moment, as his older brother often acted like a child, spouting nonsense daily, so he felt the need to confirm once more.
"How could I be wrong? Have you forgotten the Martial Arts Selection Tournament from our childhood? I lost to Xu Tai's Divine Eagle Style." As he spoke, Cold Bo Stone brushed his hair back, seemingly embarrassed for inadvertently revealing his own shameful moment.
"Uncle Leng, is the Divine Eagle Style really that powerful? Can it even overcome the Bagua Xuan Yuan Shield?" After seeing Cold Boyuan's reaction, Ye Tian asked.
"Sigh..." Cold Boyuan sighed and then said, "Xiao Tian, you may not know this, but the Divine Eagle Style belongs to the explosive category of offensive martial arts. Its effects are quite similar to the Bagua Seal Palm, but it's much easier to execute. However, this martial art consumes a tremendous amount of energy, so after using it, there’s little chance for a follow-up."
At this point, Cold Boyuan paused, his expression becoming more serious. "But that doesn't mean it's a weakness. Once the Divine Eagle Style is unleashed, it can instantly amplify one's power tenfold with several times the impact. In such a strike, who in the same realm could withstand it?"
After Cold Boyuan finished speaking, both of them turned their attention to the arena.
They saw several attendants carrying away the person who had just faced Xu Ao, each with a serious expression as if they were hurriedly taking him for treatment. Meanwhile, Xu Ao wore a smug look on his face, scanning the surroundings and loudly declaring, "Remember my name; I'm Xu Ao! From now on, if any of my opponents dare to ask who you are again, they'll end up like him!"
"Who are you?" Just as Xu Ao finished speaking, Ye Tian's calm yet clear voice echoed throughout the arena.
Upon hearing this, Xu Ao turned around abruptly and spotted Ye Tian smirking at him.
"You wild brat! You injured my brother; I've been looking for you to settle the score!" Xu Ao was furious and wished he could rush up to the stands and tear Ye Tian apart.
"I asked who you are, and you called me a wild brat first. Is that your name?" Ye Tian laughed heartily and stepped forward toward the stands.
At this moment, there were still ongoing fights in the arena, but upon witnessing the verbal confrontation between Ye Tian and Xu Ao, the spectators decisively abandoned their current matches and focused their attention entirely on the two.
Ye Tian walked forward slowly while Xu Ao's eyes twitched in anticipation of an attack.
One was a recently rising genius with fame skyrocketing; the other was a top contender for victory. A clash between these two strong figures seemed imminent.
At this moment, dark clouds loomed overhead with faint lightning flashing across the sky. The atmosphere in the arena was tense to the extreme; a focal battle was about to erupt.
"Stop!" At that moment, Elder Ge's deep voice echoed, carrying a hint of anger.
Ye Tian halted his footsteps, and Xu Ao also turned to look at Elder Ge.
"Don't you know the rules of the Martial Arts Selection Tournament? I don't care what personal grudges you have, but as long as you are participants in the Martial Arts Selection Tournament, you must abide by the rules during this period. Once the competition is over, what happens between your families is none of my concern!" After finishing his words with a snort of anger, despite his white beard, an invisible pressure emanated from him.
Seeing Elder Ge intervene, many spectators expressed their disappointment, but no one dared to voice their opinions.
"You remember this, wildling. You better hope we don't meet in the upcoming matches; otherwise..." Xu Ao's gaze was fierce as he made a slashing motion across his neck.
"Heh heh, I hope to meet you in the competition; otherwise, wouldn't that be disappointing for your desire to avenge your brother?" Ye Tian replied with a slight smirk, showing no fear.
"Haha, then let's see what happens!" Xu Ao laughed wildly and turned to leave after flicking his sleeves.
Ye Tian stared at Xu Ao's retreating figure and then glanced toward the Wang family's viewing platform, thinking to himself: "Xu Ao, Li Han, since we've met here, let's settle this once and for all."
To the readers:
Today's recommendation is bleak; can you bear it, dear readers...
Comment 0 Comment Count