Chapter 337: A Duel with Ye Shiyuan

If there was contact, then there was contact.

To think he did not even tell him, that was truly going too far.

"Your senior brother is over there, huh."

"Master, don’t be angry. At that time, whenever I mentioned Senior Brother, you always looked unhappy, so I didn’t dare to say anything."

Excuses.

To Bai He, all of this sounded like nothing but excuses.

After several rounds of matches, there were wins and losses, but the atmosphere remained fairly harmonious.

Even when injuries occurred, they were only minor ones.

The Sect Master of Qinghai Sect, Fang Lansheng, watched as his sect’s disciples achieved victories and showed a satisfied expression.

Until suddenly, Bai He heard his own name being called.

He stood up.

But before he could even react, the person opposite him, Ye Shiyuan, also stood up.

His heart shook in shock.

Oh heavens, what kind of situation was this?

Was his luck really this bad?

Why did he have to run into Ye Shiyuan of all people?

Gu He lowered his voice and said, "I take back what I said earlier. Junior Brother, losing to Ye Shiyuan is not embarrassing."

What do you mean? The match had not even started yet and he was already assuming he would lose?

Bai He felt like crying but had no tears.

Not only Gu He, even the others were looking at him with sympathy.

Dragging his feet, Bai He walked onto the arena.

Ye Shiyuan was already standing there.

Meeting once again, but now facing each other as opponents, Bai He nervously tightened his grip on the sword in his palm.

He could not help but call out his name.

"Shiyuan."

Naturally, he received no response at all.

Bai He had already expected this.

Even so, he could not help feeling a little disappointed.

"Elder Bai He, I will be in your care. Please show mercy."

Ye Shiyuan’s polite words left Bai He completely at a loss.

Who exactly was supposed to show mercy?

He had even called his Master before.

Did he not know his strength?

Being able to take a beating was basically one of his few strengths.

"Then you make the first move."

In Ye Shiyuan’s hand was the Dawnmaker Divine Sword.

This was the first time he had used this sword against him.

Bai He immediately used the Sky Cutting Sword to block.

Both swords were divine weapons, and the clash alone was like a visual feast.

Bai He’s swordsmanship, guided by the Sky Cutting Sword Spirit and refined through his own hard practice, had improved significantly.

But he was facing Ye Shiyuan.

The most talented genius in the original story.

A sword genius whose skill was unmatched in the world.

Even though he had not yet fully grown into that level, he was still not someone a half trained cultivator like his could easily defeat.

Bai He could faintly hear the discussions from below the stage.

Some voices were quite loud, saying things like the elders of Lingguang Sect were nothing special after all.

That Lingguang Sect abandoning Ye Shiyuan was an enormous joke.

If he lost, the one who would be embarrassed was not only himself, but also Lingguang Sect.

Bai He gritted his teeth.

In a direct confrontation, he was clearly not Ye Shiyuan’s opponent, but that did not necessarily mean he had no chance of winning at all.

It could only be a desperate attempt.

Whether it would truly work or not, he would only know after trying.

Just when everyone thought the outcome was already decided, Bai He suddenly withdrew his hand.

Under the mask, Ye Shiyuan’s expression turned sharp.

He quickly pulled his hand back, but still left a cut on Bai He’s arm.

A wound left by a divine weapon was indeed extremely painful, but Bai He’s sword was already pressed against Ye Shiyuan’s throat.

It all happened in a single instant.

In the blink of an eye, the situation changed drastically.

No one could believe that this would be the outcome.

The main reason was that Ye Shiyuan had restrained himself.

If he had not held back at the last moment, Bai He would have died before him, or at the very least, he would have lost.

Bai He let out a breath of relief, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"I won."

Ye Shiyuan’s gaze, however, fell on his arm.

He said nothing.

He lowered his hand, and the sword in his grasp disappeared as well.

Then he turned around and walked down the arena.

Bai He felt somewhat confused.

Was Ye Shiyuan angry?

At the very least, in the original story, he had never truly lost before, especially not to someone like him.

He must feel very unwilling.

After Bai He returned, Hu Jintao immediately helped him sit down.

"Elder Bai, should you go back first and treat your wound?"

The other disciples could not leave and Gu He naturally could not leave either.

"Hu Jintao, please help take care of my Junior Brother for now."

"That is only proper."

Under Gu He’s urging and instructions, Bai He left.

The wound on his arm was not very deep.

Although his self healing ability was strong, because the Dawnmaker Divine Sword was a divine weapon, the injury was still quite severe.

Fortunately, Ye Shiyuan had restrained himself at the last moment.

Otherwise, his arm might have been completely ruined.

"Elder Bai, please stop the bleeding quickly. I will go get medicine for you."

"Hu Jintao, thank you for accompanying me back. You should go back first. I want to rest alone for a while. I have my own medicine, it is fine."

Hu Jintao seemed to be showing a bit too much concern for him.

Bai He was not stupid.

He vaguely suspected that Yao Xiangli and Fang Lansheng were planning to matchmake them.

Otherwise, he would not be acting like this.

But Bai He did not feel comfortable asking directly.

If it turned out not to be true, it would be extremely awkward.

"Alright then, Elder Bai. I will take my leave."

"Okay."