Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Qiang Wanzhou was stunned and stood rooted to the ground for quite some time. She won?
His gaze landed on the black stone board in front of her. As expected, he saw that the Xuan formation was already completely drawn in front of her.
On the opposite side, Meng Jing was staring at the black stone board by his feet in disbelief. On it was half a Xuan formation that had completely collapsed and totally disappeared.
This proved that Chu Liuyue did finish her Xuan formation and had completely destroyed his!
His face turned as white as a sheet as he kept muttering, “H-how is this possible…”
The competition just started, and I didn’t even think properly about how to begin. Yet, Chu Liuyue has already completed it?! He suddenly looked up and yelled emotionally, “You cheated! You must’ve cheated!”
Chu Liuyue raised her brows and glanced at him. “I cheated? What evidence do you have?”
Meng Jing was stumped, but he still clenched his fists tightly and said with hatred, “Y-you… If you didn’t cheat, how can you—a fourth-grade Xuan Master—finish your Xuan formation so quickly? This is a sixth-grade Xuan formation!”
Moreover, this Xuan formation is even more complicated than an average sixth-grade Xuan formation. Even I—a true sixth-grade Xuan Master—have to spend quite a bit of effort, let alone Chu Liuyue.
“If you can’t do it, that’s your own problem. If others can do it, it means that they have the ability to do so. Without evidence, I think it’s inappropriate for you to just frame me out of nothing. Could it be that people from Jiu Xing Alliance can’t afford to lose?” Chu Liuyue stood up.
At this moment, the man who was just forced to retreat by Qiang Wanzhou took the chance and rushed up.
Qiang Wanzhou turned around and glanced at him coldly.
That man suddenly felt fear. Then, he clenched his teeth, whipped out two short swords from his waist, and slashed toward Qiang Wanzhou’s body. “Die!”
There was a thin layer of ice on the short swords, and the harsh intent was apparent.
Qiang Wanzhou was as still as the mountains as he raised the sword in his hands and rapidly blocked in front of him.
Rang rang!
Those two short swords harshly slashed against the Cloud-Sky Copper Sword’s sword body, but they were easily stopped. Let alone breaking the sword, the short swords couldn’t even leave a single mark on it.
The expression of the man opposite him—who looked like he had to succeed at all costs—froze slightly. The two short swords are my trump card, and they work every time—
Qiang Wanzhou suddenly moved backward, flipped his wrists, and threw the two short swords up into the air.
Huala!
An ear-piercing sound came.
On the sword body, sparks of peacock-blue fire flew everywhere.
The man suddenly felt that something was amiss, and he immediately wanted to retreat. This sword… is dangerous!
Before he could even take action, Qiang Wanzhou’s sword already reached the front of his eyes.
The harsh sword intent went straight toward his face.
That man’s eyes blurred, and he felt his chest turn cold. Then, excruciating pain was felt.
He stiffly lowered his neck to look over—the longsword had already pierced through his left chest directly.
Fresh red blood gradually spread across the clothes in front of his chest.
His lips trembled, and he didn’t even dare to move.
Choo!
Qiang Wanzhou retracted his sword.
The wound seemed to have a burning sensation, yet it also felt like an ice-cold sensation. The two extreme forces fought each other harshly, and it almost caused him to faint.
Plop!
His body suddenly collapsed onto the ground, and the two short swords in his hands dropped onto the floor messily.
Qiang Wanzhou looked down at him from above and coldly spat. “That thing of yours can also be called a sword?”
The man lay on the ground, and his entire body shuddered, not daring to say a word.
Qiang Wanzhou pointed the tip of his sword at him. “Are you going to surrender? If not, we can still continue. This time, it’ll be your right chest.”
A chill suddenly ran down that man’s spine. “Surrender! I concede!”
He didn’t suspect whether Qiang Wanzhou really dared to do it. His bad discipline and unreasonableness are like a ferocious beast’s aura, which proves that this person is extremely dangerous. Who knows what else he would do?
Qiang Wanzhou put away his sword and turned around to leave.
The crowd looked dazed. T-this match just ended? Qiang Wanzhou just executed two sword moves from start to end, and he won like that?
Qiang Wanzhou walked to the side and stood still as he took out a snow-white handkerchief from his arms to carefully wipe away the remaining bloodstains on the Cloud-Sky Copper Sword.
He looked very focused as if the match he had just won wasn’t as important as this sword.
The crowd fell silent.
Chu Liuyue’s lips curved up in a seemingly smiling manner. “It seems like I was right—people from Jiu Xing Alliance really can’t afford to lose. They either randomly pour dirty water on other people and smear them… or they take the chance to launch a sneak attack. But what a pity. In front of absolute strength and pure capabilities, the messy and nonsensical methods and thoughts are worth nothing.”
“You!” Meng Jing was stumped, and his face flushed red. “You’re insolent!”
Chu Liuyue blinked and asked very sincerely, “I won, and Little Zhou has also won. If we don’t be insolent, can you losers be insolent?”
“You! You!”
“Even a child knows that the strong are respected, and they would respect their loss. Why do people from Jiu Xing Alliance not understand this? So many people were watching the previous matches. Are you trying to deny it?”
Chu Liuyue’s few words easily made Meng Jing dizzy, and his lungs were about to explode.
His chest heaved up and down violently. Then, he walked over to Chu Liuyue with big strides. “I want to see your Xuan formation!”
Chu Liuyue smiled and stood up. “It seems like you really won’t admit defeat until you see your coffin. Sure! Since you want to see it, just take a look at it.”
Meng Jing walked to the black stone board and stared at it very closely for quite some time. The more he looked, the uglier his expression became.
The Xuan formation on it had indeed been completed, and it was very smooth and perfect. He couldn’t pick out a single mistake.
Chu Liuyue smiled and asked very concernedly, “What, did you find evidence of me cheating?”
Meng Jing didn’t move, and his face turned green.
Chu Liuyue raised her voice slightly. “Hm?”
Meng Jing clenched his teeth and said, “I’ll consider it your win this time.”
After saying that, he turned around to leave.
Chu Liuyue blocked his way. “What do you mean by ‘consider it my win’? I clearly won this match.”
‘Ugly’ couldn’t be used to describe Meng Jing’s facial expression anymore. Ever since I entered Jiu Xing Alliance, I have always been one of the top few elites out of all the disciples, and I was very well-respected. If not, I wouldn’t be the one competing in the last Xuan Master match.
He was originally bound to win, so he didn’t even care about Chu Liuyue. Who knew that he would lose so terribly in the end?
To him, this was undoubtedly an enormous impact.
“I lost!” said Meng Jing rapidly after a temporary stalemate.
Chu Liuyue then squinted her eyes in satisfaction. “Wouldn’t it be better if you did this earlier? You wasted my time for nothing.”
Meng Jing’s entire body froze, and he felt as if he was slapped in public.
Chu Liuyue patted her hands and walked away lightly.
Meng Jing suddenly turned around and asked, “That Xuan formation… How exactly did you solve it so quickly?”
