78 Yan Zhen vs. Bai Ao
“This guy is still so annoying… Zhenzhen, should I teach him a lesson?”
“No, I’ll handle it myself.”
Their attention shifted to the dueling platform.
The two combatants were similar types of cultivators: Wind Mystic Power, speed-focused. One used a sword, the other dual swords. However, Huangfu Wenqing was only a six-star Mystic Master, while the White Fang’s second-in-command was a two-star Mystic General, a significant difference in cultivation.
Anyone else would have already been defeated, but Huangfu Wenqing, relying on her refined swordsmanship and movement technique, had managed to hold on until now.
—No, wait. With her strength, she should be able to defeat a mere two-star Mystic General.
Yan Zhen suddenly realized that Huangfu Wenqing’s Mystic Power wasn’t stable, as if she was struggling, unable to overpower her opponent in their clashes, gradually losing ground. If this continued, she would inevitably be defeated.
—What’s going on?
“Little girl, you were so arrogant earlier, but now you’re just dodging? Do you dare to take one of my attacks head-on?”
“Despicable!”
“Once we’re on the stage, it’s all about skill. There’s no such thing as despicable. The academy only forbids lethal attacks, not non-lethal poisons on weapons.”
“…”
Huangfu Wenqing gritted her teeth, furious.
There was a small cut on the back of her hand, a mere graze from his blade. It was a minor injury that would have healed by tonight with her regenerative abilities. She hadn’t expected him to apply a poison that disrupted Mystic Power flow.
Although the academy didn’t explicitly forbid poisons or hidden weapons, most students considered them dishonorable and wouldn’t resort to such underhanded tactics.
But some were shameless.
Like the one before her.
Huangfu Wenqing knew she couldn’t prolong the fight any longer. The White Fang member also wanted to end it quickly. Their swords clashed, and they separated, then both began channeling their power, preparing to unleash their strongest techniques.
General-level Mystic Skill, Sword Fang Bite!
King-level Mystic Skill, Piercing Wind Thrust!
Bang! Mystic Power exploded, shockwaves rippling outwards, sending both of them flying. Huangfu Wenqing dropped her sword and coughed up blood, her aura weakening. She was clearly injured internally.
There was no need for a referee. Everyone knew Huangfu Wenqing had lost.
“You have some skill, but losing is losing.” The man clutched his chest, stood up, and looked down at her. “Your academy card and pills, I’ll be taking them. Hand them over, or I’ll take them myself. Hmm? Hahaha~~~”
Huangfu Wenqing was filled with resentment. She still had a trump card, but it was a lethal technique, unsuitable for a duel. She had to concede.
—I was too careless, underestimating these “children.”
Just as she was about to take out her newly acquired academy card and pills from her storage ring, a figure landed before her, helping her up.
“Yan Zhen? What are you doing here?”
Yan Zhen took out a healing pill and placed it in his fiancée’s mouth, making her blush.
“Leave it to me. I’ll win it back for you.”
He turned to the White Fang member and said, “Fight me.”
The man wasn’t stupid. He sneered, “Sorry, I just finished a duel. I don’t want to fight anymore. Just hand over your wager.”
Yan Zhen took out the Tier 6 academy card Grand Elder Yu Yan had given him and waved it, saying, “If you can withstand a single attack from me, this Tier 6 card, and the ten thousand points within, are yours.”
All eyes were on Yan Zhen’s hand, everyone’s breath catching in their throats.
A Tier 6 academy card with ten thousand points! That was the kind of wealth possessed by the top ten students on the Rising Star List!
Even Bai Ao’s heart skipped a beat. He was only using a Tier 5 card, with only four or five thousand points, and had always wanted a Tier 6 card but had no way of obtaining one.
The White Fang’s second-in-command was stunned, then overjoyed. This was a windfall!
“Alright! Deal!”
He was afraid Yan Zhen would change his mind.
Even knowing about Yan Zhen’s terrifying flame sword, he was confident he could withstand at least one attack.
After all, he was a two-star Mystic General, and Yan Zhen was only a four-star Mystic Master!
Thinking this, he unleashed all his Mystic Power, summoning a whirlwind that enveloped him, then he leaped into the air, merging with the whirlwind.
The massive whirlwind moved across the arena, its trajectory like lightning, approaching Yan Zhen.
King-level Mystic Skill, Great Wind Dragon Dance!
Yan Zhen calmly raised his hand, and gold and silver flames erupted, swirling and compressing into a large, branding iron-like sword embryo.
The moment the sword appeared, the temperature around the arena soared, the audience sweating profusely as if it were midsummer, forcing them to circulate their Mystic Power to resist the heat.
Yan Zhen gripped the sword with both hands and raised it high, a massive amount of Fire Mystic Power converging on the blade, emitting a terrifying aura.
“Flame Extinguishing… Ashless Slash!”
Sword Qi, like a raging river, poured forth, slamming into the Mystic Power whirlwind. Without any resistance, it sliced through the whirlwind, creating a massive explosion of wind and fire.
Boom!
A shockwave rippled outwards, making it difficult for the onlookers to keep their eyes open. The White Fang’s second-in-command was thrown from the whirlwind, landing outside the arena, his body charred black, unconscious.
The crowd gasped!
A single strike, shattering a King-level Mystic Skill used by a Mystic General! What kind of monster was this Yan Zhen?
Bai Ao’s face darkened. Before he could speak, Yan Zhen pointed his sword at him.
“Come up here, you mutt!”
Bai Ao was instantly enraged and flashed onto the platform, attacking Yan Zhen directly. “You’re courting death!”
He wore gauntlets, his fists the size of cooking pots, his punches carrying a fierce wind, his aura intimidating.
Those were Tier 5 Mystic Tools!
However, Yan Zhen was fearless. He swung his sword, the blade slamming against Bai Ao’s fist.
The impact numbed Yan Zhen’s hand and sent Bai Ao stumbling backward. Gold and silver flames ignited on his Tier 5 gauntlets, slowly corroding the metal.
Bai Ao’s heart sank. He quickly circulated his silver-white Lightning Mystic Power, extinguishing the flames.
So it’s an Extreme Flame… No wonder this brat’s Mystic Power is so strong for a Mystic Master.
—But he’s still far inferior to me!
Bai Ao unleashed his powerful Lightning Mystic Power, charging forward like a ferocious mastiff.
Yan Zhen met his attack head-on, wielding the Gold and Silver Fire Sword Embryo to block Bai Ao’s punches.
Their movements were incredibly fast, their figures blurring into afterimages.
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