Chapter 2223 - 2220: Peerless

Chapter 2223: Chapter 2220: Peerless

"I don’t know either, it’s just intuition." Yuwen Xingjian said lightly,

The martial arts competition continued. After several rounds of duels, the Ghost faced off against Yuwen Xingjian and was eliminated, while Little Fatty had the worst luck, going against Ji Zimo and was unsurprisingly eliminated. The Kanglong Mace couldn’t overcome the realm difference either.

After this round, only five remained in the arena: Ji Zimo, Xiao Manxue, Yuwen Xingjian, Ling Shuiyao, and Situ Yufeng. Unexpectedly, the Wang Family’s Wang Lin lost to Ling Shuiyao.

Though Ling Shuiyao seemed to be only in the Postnatal Late Stage, she grew stronger against tougher opponents, seemingly limitless, stunning many onlookers.

These five reached this point with their own strength; they were the top five of the young generation. However, this was not the final result, as everyone was eager to see who would be number one.

The competition had reached the final showdown, and everyone was anxiously waiting to see who would advance further.

"Yuwen Xingjian versus Situ Yufeng!" the elder announced the match.

Both were heavyweight contenders with their own strengths, making their encounter exciting.

Yuwen Xingjian calmly walked onto the platform; the previous battles didn’t seem to have cost him much, as he remained vibrant. Opposite him was Situ Yufeng, holding the Qixue Sword.

"Situ Yufeng, you are not my opponent; there’s no need for us to waste our energy," Yuwen Xingjian glanced at him and said indifferently.

"You are too confident. If you want to beat me, you must ask my Qixue Sword first," Situ Yufeng sneered, simultaneously drawing the Qixue Sword and pointing it at Yuwen Xingjian from afar.

The Qixue Sword was covered in a mist of ice, and under Situ Yufeng’s urging, it became even more chilling. Ridiculed before the fight started, the proud Situ Yufeng couldn’t bear it; his aura climbed with his anger, even before the bell rang.

Yuwen Xingjian seemed unfazed by Situ Yufeng’s murderous gaze and remained calm: "I know the weaknesses of the Qixue Sword. If you don’t admit defeat, I can’t guarantee whether it will suffer greater damage."

Saying this, Yuwen Xingjian rotated the Sky Halberd, the crescent-shaped blade facing Situ Yufeng, a blood-red gleam flashing across the blade, filled with demonic aura, as if Xiu Luo was thirsting for blood.

Situ Yufeng squinted, his face growing angrier. This was clearly a threat, yet there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Yuwen Xingjian’s words sparked discussion among the crowd, with some supporting him and others criticizing, as using a weapon to suppress seemed somewhat unfair.

"Hmph, that Yuwen Xingjian is even more arrogant than I am, relying on his divine weapon," Ling Shuiyao snorted, clearly disapproving.

Lin Tian shook his head and laughed, saying, "I always thought he was someone with strong limbs but simple-minded. But now it seems he’s pretty smart, knowing how to use strategy."

"Smart? Strategy? I say he’s being a rogue," Ling Shuiyao remained unconvinced.

"He anticipates facing Ji Zimo soon, so he wants to preserve his best condition for the fight; Ji Zimo is his true opponent, not Situ Yufeng," Lin Tian explained calmly, unconcerned by Little La Jiao’s tone.

Not only was Ling Shuiyao stunned, but Miss and several other beauties were also surprised, questioning whether Lin Tian could read others’ thoughts.

Lin Tian didn’t explain further, and to their amazement, they noticed that Situ Yufeng’s previously escalating aura started to decline gradually, eventually returning to normal.

Situ Yufeng glared at the Sky Halberd hatefully, then decisively turned away, walking off the platform without a word. Though he didn’t verbalize his defeat, everyone knew leaving the platform meant admitting defeat, and everyone sensed his reluctance.

"Yu Feng, making this choice shows your mindset has grown; finishing in the top ten is enough, you’ve earned your qualification," Situ Yuanzhong said calmly, not criticizing but rather praising him.

"What qualification?" Situ Ruoling chimed in.

Situ Yuanzhong shut his mouth, offering no explanation, leaving the disciples around him puzzled.

"Next round, Ji Zimo versus Yuwen Xingjian!"

Having just stepped off the platform, Yuwen Xingjian heard his name again, and his opponent was Ji Zimo. But he remained calm, as if he had anticipated this.

"What goes around comes around; he threatened Situ Yufeng to surrender, now it’s Ji Zimo’s turn to threaten him."

"Exactly, I think he lacks strong skills and just has a better weapon."

"This is going to be a good show."

Some people doubted Yuwen Xingjian, thinking he merely relied on the Sky Halberd.

Lin Tian heard these remarks and sneered, "Such short-sightedness; can someone who can subdue the Sky Halberd not have real strength?"

There was a legend that executioners and butchers, tainted by much blood, carried an evil qi that ghostly beings dared not approach. The Sky Halberd came from the battlefield, having slain countless foes and soaked in the blood of heroic spirits, carrying an evil qi that could even devour its wielder, much like the Demon Blade Muramasa.

Yet, Yuwen Xingjian could wield it with ease, unaffected. Regardless of his Ancient Martial Realm, that kind of willpower was unmatched by most Ancient Martial Artists.

Ji Zimo stepped onto the platform, and this time, he brought the Sky Soaring Sword.

"Yuwen Xingjian, you are not my opponent; surrender," Ji Zimo echoed the same sentiment, causing the crowd to laugh, both with goodwill and at the irony of Yuwen Xingjian facing his own situation.

Yuwen Xingjian wasn’t angry, instead, he laughed, "You’re learning from me? Do you also feel threatened and want to conserve strength?"

Some people found this talk puzzling, yet a few understood. Ji Zimo frowned slightly but didn’t explain.

"I fear I can’t comply with your wish," Yuwen Xingjian firmly rejected surrender.

Ji Zimo didn’t waste words and unexpectedly drew the Sky Soaring Sword. Its ancient bronze body and blade gleamed in the sunlight, yet this gleam was not dazzling but rather soft, like sunlight in winter.

It’s the second time Lin Tian saw a sword without killing intent; the first was the Hua Ying Sword. Both swords were meant for life, not slaughter.

Yet before the fight began, Ji Zimo drew the Sky Soaring Sword, making Liu Xiaoxiao in the audience purse her lips in dissatisfaction, feeling the difference in treatment was too big. The young girl was a little disgruntled.

"Since you hold me in such regard, I’ll repay you; my requirements aren’t high, just one move, I won’t drag it out to deplete your inner strength," Yuwen Xingjian said with a smile.

The bell rang at this moment, and Yuwen Xingjian raised the Sky Halberd high, like a flag on the battlefield, vivid and striking.

At this moment, the Sky Halberd truly shone brightly; its spear blade, crescent-shaped blade, and halberd shaft’s patterns were flowing with a blood-red glow, as if blood was circulating.

Yuwen Xingjian’s aura suddenly surged, faintly enveloped by a bloody air, like a War God drenched in the battlefield’s blood.

"Un... paralleled... Strike!"

Yuwen Xingjian roared, the Sky Halberd’s blood flame erupted, he leaped high, charging toward thousands of troops, resolute and fearless.