Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Seeing the rosiness of Leng Leng’s cheeks, Ye Mo immediately understood what she was planning. For competitions between clans such as this one, competitors must represent a clan, otherwise, no matter how skillful you are, you would not be allowed to participate.
“Leng Leng, once I win, half of the Mo Clan’s resources will be yours!”
From his Dimensional Bracelet, Ye Mo brought out a leather facemask that concealed a large portion of his face. He leapt onto the stage and declared, “Leng Clan!”
He did not mention his name, but right after he spoke, heated whispers sounded from the congregation. Evidently, everyone was curious about this mysterious, masked figure.
“Who is he? I never knew Leng Clan had such a figure.”
“Judging by his age, he must be about 15 years old.”
“How dare a Spirit Cultivating Second Realm martial artist compete!”
“Is he so naive that he believes he can take down Xiang Wentian, who’s a Spirit Cultivating Sixth Realm?”
“He’s just attention-seeking!”
Gazing at Ye Mo, Xiang Wentian brandished his sword and asked sharply, “Who are you? I’ve never seen you in Leng Clan before.”
“He’s my future husband, surely that counts as being a member of Leng Clan!” shouted Leng Leng, red as a beetroot.
Coincidentally, the head of Leng Clan, Leng Fubo arrived on the scene just after she said that. He frowned deeply and barked, “Leng Leng, since when did this ‘son-in-law’ of mine exist?”
The crowd stifled a laugh as they heard Leng Fubo, who was rather infamous for his quick temper. Everyone was anticipating the drama to unfold. The crowd separated to allow Leng Fubo to pass through, and as he stood before his daughter, he glared at her with the intensity of a thousand burning suns. Leng Leng hung her head in shame.
“Young lady, instead of training, you come here to bring shame to the family!” scolded Leng Fubo.
Looking at the dispirited Leng Leng, an apologetic Ye Mo said to Leng Fubo, “Uncle Leng, I’m willing to take full responsibility for this incident. I’ll explain things once I win the spot in this competition.”
“Humph! You’re only on Spirit Cultivating Second Realm!” said Leng Fubo scornfully.
Still on the stage was Ye Xiangtian, who looked really displeased. He said to Leng Fubo, “Leng Fubo, is this masked man a representative of Leng Clan? If not, don’t waste my time!”
Leng Leng clung onto Ye Mo’s arm and said sincerely, “Papa, please let him try! He can definitely beat Xiang Wentian, and he can even win some resources in the name of Leng Clan.”
“Just you wait till we get back!” hissed Leng Fubo, who then hollered back at Xiang Wentian, “Stop barking like a mad dog! Beat him if you can!”
“If I can win against Spirit Cultivating Second Realm, why am I, Xiang Wentian, still standing here?” he sneered.
“Xiang Wentian, I’ve heard about you before. You ranked seventh in last year’s Championships. But to me, that’s nothing. What was that sword technique you used? Go ahead, give me your best shot. I’m worried that you won’t even get a chance to fight back once I strike!” taunted Ye Mo.
Ye Mo… Leng Leng didn’t think Ye Mo would dare act so arrogant, to the point where the Xiang Clan was fuming after hearing his words. However, before she could remind him, a voice filled with burning rage sounded from below the stage. A voice Leng Leng was very familiar with.
“Wentian, teach this disrespectful boy a lesson! How dare this Spirit Cultivating Second Realm boy utter such depravities!”
This voice belonged to Elder Xiang, from the Xiang Clan.
Boom!
“I will kill him!”
Elder Xiang’s words were like a command, and almost without warning, Xiang Wentian struck. A metallic glint flashed above Ye Mo’s head, and a meter-long sword sliced through the air and was headed straight for Ye Mo. The piercing sound, the sudden appearance of a sharp blade—Ye Mo inexplicably felt a stab of apprehension.
The audience could all feel the fury Xiang Wentian was exuding. All the power of a Spirit Cultivating Sixth Realm was released, and this sort of power was foreshadowing an impending breakthrough to Spirit Cultivating Seventh Realm. Within just a brief moment, Xiang Wentian’s strongest attack was unleashed.
Leng Leng’s clenched fist tightened. She did not have a good grasp of Ye Mo’s powers, but she knew that Ye Mo would never do something unless he knew the odds were in his favor. This was the innate trust she had for him.
Yet, standing before this attack, Ye Mo did not even bat an eye. The arrogance he displayed had shown Leng Fubo that Leng Leng picked the right person.
“You want to kill me? You think you can? Don’t act so cocky now!”
As he spoke, he directed eight dragons to his right limb. With a stomp, the ground exploded under his immense force, dan a huge rush of Yuanli rippled from beneath his foot and lashed out against Xiang Wentian’s sword strike.
“Hm?” uttered Xiang Wentian, slightly taken aback.
“Looks like you’re not all talk. You, in the Spirit Cultivating Second Realm, and your ability to successfully intercept my strike is rather impressive. But that will be the extent of your powers, now watch my Celestial Sword Beam!”
Clang!
Two golden swords suddenly materialized above Xiang Wentian’s head. Those beams looked as if they were physical swords, and they shot towards Ye Mo.
“Bet you can’t intercept this one!”
Xiang Wentian’s voice resonated around the entire square. Evidently, Ye Mo had really gotten on his nerves. But then again, who wouldn’t be annoyed if they were taunted by a measly Spirit Cultivating Second Realm martial artist?
“I won’t even need to intercept your Celestial Sword Beam! Use your brains more in battle next time!”
Just as the two golden beams were about to hit Ye Mo’s head, Ye Mo disappeared in a flash, just to appear behind Xiang Wentian. The two beams missed and exploded with a loud bang. Ye Mo’s finger was just an inch away from Xiant Wentian’s back, ready to use his Bullet Touch.
“How? How did you dodge my Celestial Sword Beams?” gasped Xiang Wentian. A severe pain suddenly radiated from his lower back, which was in fact due to Ye Mo’s Bullet Touch, which sent him flying off the stage.
There was a shocked silence among the crowd, as not many were able to see how exactly Ye Mo had dodged the beams, except for Elder Xiang.
“Hm, you little rascal. First, you agitated my son so much that rage fueled his mind, then you seized the opportunity when you saw an opening. Impressive. But Qin, Ye, or Xiao Clan won’t succumb to your dirty tricks,” said Elder Xiang furiously, as he was leaving.
“Uncle Leng, I told you I would win. The day after tomorrow, you will be very proud of your daughter, because she found you a genius!” said Ye Mo.
Ye Mo’s words were dripping with arrogance, but no one refuted him, for Ye Mo was indeed a genius among them, easily taking down Xiang Wentian whilst only being in Spirit Cultivating Second Realm himself.
Hearing his words, Leng Leng’s eyes began to water with gratitude. Ye Mo had always avoided the spotlight, yet today, he created all this commotion, all because of her.
“The day after tomorrow? What a smug little kid. I’m afraid you won’t even get through today,” a cold sneer was heard. Two young men and a woman were slowly approaching the crowd. The young man who was leading the trio had handsome features and exuded an air of confidence and self-assuredness. The two behind him looked about 18 years of age.
“That’s Qing Shaoyang!”
