Chapter 529: Chapter 251 Outcome_2
Such good affection.
Fang Yu was quite interested in the design drawings of the Day Ice Sword.
At this time, the singles arena had already announced the match schedule.
The first to start was that 800 Blood Warrior who had made a bit of an impression earlier.
His opponent was a 700 Blood Warrior.
A singles arena duel is not as messy as the battle of hundreds.
However, every participant is the sole victor who emerged from the battle of hundreds, so they still possess strength.
The two on the stage cautiously felt each other out, drawing closer, transitioning from unarmed combat to weapon fighting, and finally both brought out their true abilities, eyes bloodshot—they fought to the brink. The 700 Blood Warrior won at the cost of a severed arm, narrowly defeating the 800 Blood Warrior.
This surprised Fang Yu.
Well done, a challenge beyond one’s level.
It’s a pity—with an amputated arm, there will be no more fighting.
Indeed, the warrior regretfully announced his withdrawal from the competition.
With this, he also bid farewell to the third arena.
Following this, successive battles began one after another.
The quality of the combatants really did rise all at once.
Each was a victor of the hundred-man battle; even if by luck, they must have some strength.
Finally, it was Zi Touyue’s turn to enter the stage.
Her opponent was...
[Jiang Kuer: 771/799.]
Someone whose Qi-Blood hadn’t fully recovered.
But once the battle started, that person was able to exchange several moves with Zi Touyue.
Just when Fang Yu thought Zi Touyue was holding back, Hei Ao beside him slightly knitted his brows.
"That guy’s a bit weird."
"Who?"
"Zi Touyue’s opponent."
As the two of them were speaking, Zi Touyue suddenly reached out her hand to point at the opponent, but abruptly withdrew her hand, retreated to create distance, and spoke slowly.
"There’s no need for this."
Jiang Kuer’s hand rested on the hilt of his longsword by his side, hanging motionless.
Hearing Zi Touyue’s words, he glanced at her coldly, slowly released his right hand, turned around, and walked down from the stage.
"I concede."
Fang Yu: ???
Fang Yu was full of question marks, but Hei Ao spoke up.
"It’s a killing move."
"If the person had made a move just now, Zi Touyue would have had to use her real skills, and at that point, he might have died. However, he himself probably felt if he attacked, he might kill Zi Touyue."
Fang Yu’s mouth twitched slightly—you guys are concealing your techniques from each other.
However, at this moment, Fang Yu could indeed understand why Hei Ao and Zi Touyue, or those powerful experts, disliked participating in the second arena.
Because they’re too restricted, many techniques are simply impossible to use, ending up feeling unsatisfying in combat. It’s better to wait for the third arena to fully unleash in battle.
At this moment, Zi Touyue had already jumped down from the arena.
"That was really an ugly fight," Hei Ao commented openly.
Zi Touyue smiled.
"Wait until it’s your turn; you’ll have it even worse than me."
That was the truth.
Zi Touyue’s methods were gentler, so she had a variety of moves she could use against opponents.
But for Hei Ao, every move started with a killing technique.
Against those with a great disparity in strength, the fights might not feel like much.
But when it comes to fighting someone with even a bit of strength, it would be torturous.
Not only must he restrain himself from fatally wounding someone, but he also had to achieve victory without causing death.
After Zi Touyue, there were two more fights, and then it was Fang Yu’s turn.
"Go for it."
Zi Touyue shouted encouragement, while Hei Ao remained silent, putting on the airs of an expert.
Fang Yu leaped onto the stage.
[Yu Xin: 650/650.]
Only 600 Qi-Blood?
How did this person win in the hundred-man battle?
Fang Yu was puzzled.
Although he watched almost every match during the hundred-man battle phase, he only glanced over some casually without paying serious attention.
Therefore, he had no impression of this victor.
But as the sound of the drum signaled the start of the match, and Yu Xin charged at Fang Yu with bloodshot eyes and a furious roar, Fang Yu vaguely understood why this person was able to stand out from the hundred-man battle.
A thrust with the longsword came fiercely, which Fang Yu caught between two fingers.
Yu Xin’s expression changed, then he grit his teeth and twisted forcefully.
The longsword broke in two, but he took the broken blade and, with the sharp edge, directly lunged for Fang Yu’s neck.
This was... a killing technique!
A maneuver intended to kill!
With just over 600 Qi-Blood in strength, but able to cut through the masses, it must be this ruthless resolve — determined to kill — that secured victory after victory.
After all, other people have a bottom line and need to restrain themselves, lest they kill someone, but this guy... seems to fear he won’t kill someone.
Draw the sword!
Dagger Blade parries.
Clang!!
The broken sword and the Dagger Blade rubbed against each other rapidly, creating sparks. Fang Yu then took the opportunity to draw out the Longsword, swooshing it around the guy’s neck.
"You lost."
Zi Touyue only felt a blur before his eyes, then a chill on his neck. The calm voice sounded.
His eyes widened, looking at Fang Yu in disbelief.
Such a fast sword!
He had not even used his desperate measures and had already been taken down.
Clenching his teeth, he stared fiercely at Fang Yu, as if filled with endless resentment and hatred.
Such heavy malevolence.
Fang Yu felt strange.
The next moment, his expression changed slightly, seeing Zi Touyue deliberately throwing himself at the edge of the Longsword, blood immediately oozing from his neck, his mouth twisting into a deranged smile and ferocious expression.
"I haven’t lost!!"
If you kill someone, you’ll be disqualified from competing.
Fang Yu hurriedly withdrew his sword, but Zi Touyue, as if having anticipated this, took the opportunity to crash into Fang Yu’s embrace.
"Die!!"
He roared as the broken sword thrust towards Fang Yu’s chest.
But...
Clang!!
The thrust, as if hitting some bronze wall or iron barrier, couldn’t penetrate even slightly?!
Looking down, he discovered that at the spot on Fang Yu’s chest where the broken sword attempted to penetrate, there was a patch of white osseous substance.
The broken sword couldn’t penetrate because of this thing.
Clink clatter.
These white bony substances, like gravel, now scattered down.
What kind of Cultivation Technique is this?!
While Zi Touyue was stupefied.
Snap!
Something grabbed his neck.
With a backhanded flick.
Zi Touyue’s surroundings quickly retreated as he was harshly thrown out of the ring, hitting the ground with a thud, writhing in pain for a long time without getting up.
"The winner, Red Bull."
Accompanied by the announcement of the victor on the stage, the match ended.
Fang Yu walked to the edge of the stage, glanced down at Zi Touyue on the ground, then ignored him, returning to the side of Hei Ao and the others.
"That guy... that guy!!"
Filled with spite and malice, Zi Touyue picked himself up and left the second ring.
He planned... to enter the third ring and give that guy a taste of his own medicine!!
Dare to look down on me! Dare to look down on me!!
Fang Yu, of course, was unaware of Zi Touyue’s thoughts, currently listening to the critiques from Hei Ao and the others.
"The opponent was too weak."
"Lucky you."
Come on, can’t you guys say something nice? Can’t you give me some compliments?
Fang Yu grimaced.
Unexpectedly, it was Hei Ao’s turn next in the following round.
Hei Ao, who had initially wanted to continue teasing Fang Yu, became excited upon hearing his name.
Leaping onto the stage, Hei Ao’s match began.
Fang Yu noticed that Hei Ao’s opponent turned out to be a high-ranking Martial Artist with 900 Qi-Blood.
This opponent’s caliber was higher than both his and the ones Hei Ao had faced; wondering how Hei Ao would cope... Ah! He charged forward.
That’s right, like a brawler, Hei Ao charged in with a barrage of attacks.
Fighting and fighting, his hands suddenly turned into black claws, lunging at the man’s face.
Slap!!
The man narrowly deflected Hei Ao’s claws, only to find that upon contact, his Qi-Blood became unstable, his Cultivation Technique operated as if obstructed, and he could no longer use his offensive moves.
Following Hei Ao’s kick, the man was knocked off the ring.
The man frowned, staring intently at Hei Ao for a while, then got up, dusted himself off, and walked away.
Although he didn’t utter any empty pleasantries, by the man’s reaction, it seemed he would remember Hei Ao.
"You’ve angered him."
As soon as Hei Ao stepped down from the stage, Fang Yu spoke directly.
"Doesn’t matter, that guy is not simple, he’ll probably become an opponent in the third ring. Pity he’s a bit restrained, otherwise, we could’ve had a good fight here."
As someone who fought directly against him, Hei Ao had a more intuitive feeling about the man’s strength, naturally not needing any hint from Fang Yu.
"So, you had to use your moves already, are you up for it?" Yu Xin teased and giggled away.
"Hmph! You’d have to pull out all the stops too if you were up there! I don’t believe you couldn’t see that guy’s strength."
Hei Ao was somewhat annoyed, and at that moment, it was Yu Xin’s turn to enter the ring.