Two named top-tier geniuses of the Cangcloud Galaxy were both defeated, and the entire venue instantly fell silent.
“Sigh.”
Nangong Qingxian shook his head.
He’d already taken Eternal Sect disciples very seriously, even made up his mind that if he encountered either Ye Xingchen or He Wudi, he must summon twelve points of focus.
The result… he’d overthought it. He couldn’t even defeat their junior sister.
“Forget it.”
Nangong Qingxian looked toward Lu Qianqian standing like cold plum blossoms and said, “I can just go to the loser’s bracket to fight her.”
“Hey.”
Jian Xiaohong also seemed unconcerned about losing her match. She walked over to Zhou Hong with hands behind her back, blinking her eyes: “We might be able to fight again.”
Zhou Hong remained silent with closed eyes.
“Blockhead.”
Jian Xiaohong said softly, then sat on the nearby platform, looking at Ye Xingchen and Xiao Zuiji entering the arena: “Which of these two will win?”
The audience was also pondering.
Ye Xingchen gave everyone the feeling of a sharp spear—wherever it passed, nothing could withstand it.
Xiao Zuiji gave everyone the feeling of a thick shield—standing in place, stable as a rock.
This battle of spear and shield would definitely be spectacular.
“Hah!”
After ascending the platform, Xiao Zuiji took a deep breath, then transmitted: “Junior Brother Ye, should I just voluntarily surrender?”
Fellow disciples meeting.
One must be eliminated.
He hoped more that his junior brother would advance.
However, Ye Xingchen coldly replied, “You’re humiliating me.”
As a man with pride, he absolutely would not allow being given an easy victory, but rather relied on his own true skills to win every battle.
“Understood.”
Xiao Zuiji tied up his hair. Text effect special effects appeared on the back of his hand, and he was quickly enveloped by futuristic mechanized armor.
“Swish!”
Heavy machine guns, Gatling guns, rocket launchers, and other hot weapons were deployed one after another.
At this moment, Xiao Zuiji wore an extremely serious expression.
“Bang!”
Ye Xingchen raised his hand. The Sky Piercer halberd struck the ground.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Explosive qi waves permeated the entire field.
After gradually dissipating, a威武 majestic crimson warhorse reared up neighing.
Riding atop it, Night Emperor wore battle armor, grasping the Sky Piercer halberd in one hand and raising it high. His mountain-shaking, river-trembling imposing aura instantly permeated the entire venue.
“They’re both getting serious!” Li Qingyang said.
Throughout the competition, both junior brothers had fought barehanded. Now opening with text effect special effects bursts, this was definitely a battle surpassing sect sparring.
Jun Changxiao also became interested.
These two disciples represented spear and shield. Though they constantly did missions together, he’d never seen them spar.
…
“Whoosh whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
On the arena platform, Ye Xingchen was sharp as a spear, Xiao Zuiji solid as a shield.
If this didn’t last at least one chapter, it would truly be unworthy of the two powerful auras released and the atmospheric buildup.
“…”
The referee raised his hand and blew the whistle: “Begin!”
“Whoosh!”
As soon as the words fell, the sharp and solid auras collided first. The residual force instantly swept the referee away, making him wail in midair: “I shouldn’t have come up here—”
“Neigh!”
Red Hare neighed loudly. Ye Xingchen charged forward wielding his halberd.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Gale winds howled, sharp as blades.
Fully armed Xiao Zuiji grasped the Gatling gun with both hands. After simple targeting, blue light flashed from the gun barrel as volleys of bullets flew out like a torrential rain of pear blossoms.
“Ratatatatat!”
“Ratatatatat!”
“Swoosh—” Red Hare serpentined through the barrage of gunfire, charging forward. The Sky Piercer halberd condensed with powerful force thrust viciously forward.
Xiao Zuiji quickly retracted his gun, positioning the Flowing Light Shield horizontally before him.
“BOOM!”
The moment halberd and shield touched, visible energy ripples rapidly spread from the arena platform. Space itself became violently distorted.
At this point, someone might ask—didn’t the stray bullets affect the spectator stands?
Rest assured.
Formation barriers protected the surroundings.
Though they’d already been bombarded with numerous dents by stray bullets, the situation suggested they could hold for a while.
“Step step step!”
After withstanding the Sky Piercer halberd’s bombardment, Xiao Zuiji retreated with his shield raised until stabilizing several meters away, grinning: “That’s the stuff!”
“Swoosh!”
Just then, Ye Xingchen leaped from Red Hare, like a demon god backlit by the sun, crashing down thunderously.
Xiao Zuiji quickly raised his shield to block.
“BOOM!”
“Crack crack crack!”
The Sky Piercer halberd struck the Flowing Light Shield. Powerful force pressed down like ocean waves toward the ground, causing surrounding stone slabs to rapidly fracture. The entire platform couldn’t bear the load and collapsed.
“Holy crap!”
The audience exclaimed, “This spectacular?”
At first, they speculated that being fellow Eternal Sect disciples, there might be some holding back. They never expected the two would go at it with real weapons!
Gu Tianxing shook his head: “Completely unnecessary.”
Since they were both from the same sect, one was destined to smoothly advance to the top ten. With more matches ahead and fighting for the championship, not conserving strength to battle other contestants but instead engaging in all-out combat—their heads must have been kicked by donkeys.
Jun Changxiao remained silent.
He even watched with great interest.
Nangong Qingxian and Jian Xiaohong had already lost. Only a bunch of nameless geniuses remained. The championship was absolutely secure, so however disciples wanted to play, let them play. As long as they’re happy.
“BOOM!”
“BOOM!”
On the collapsed arena platform, sharp and solid auras wildly erupted.
Ye Xingchen and Xiao Zuiji—one wielding a halberd, one wielding a shield—sometimes fought in close combat, sometimes collided during high-speed movement, sometimes flew to great heights for frenzied exchanges.
Sparks flew everywhere—absolutely spectacular!
The cameraman suffered, carrying his equipment running all over.
This scene couldn’t help but remind people of track athletes racing, when cameramen pursued the first-person perspective, carrying equipment while following, moving even faster than the athletes in those GIF images.
Ten minutes later.
Ye Xingchen and Xiao Zuiji were still fighting.
Thirty minutes later.
Ye Xingchen and Xiao Zuiji were still fighting.
“…”
Everyone’s eyes didn’t blink once, afraid of missing spectacular moments.
Though Lu Qianqian and He Wudi thrashing Linglie was satisfying, it couldn’t be called spectacular at all. These two Eternal Sect disciples’ battle could be called the most spectacular combat since the tournament began—bar none!
However intense a battle, it must eventually end, just as the Eternal Strongest Sect would eventually conclude, eventually seeing that gate carved with ‘Iron Bones Clanging’ slowly close, with Jun Changxiao carrying his disciples standing inside waving goodbye to everyone.
Thank you for being here. Until we meet again in the martial world.
“BOOM—”
A thunderous sound pulled the author trapped in sorrowful emotions back to reality. He continued typing on the keyboard, writing how Ye Xingchen stood holding his halberd horizontally, Red Hare rearing and neighing.
Xiao Zuiji lay on the ground.
The mechanized armor on his body gradually faded, his face showing exhaustion.
Tired.
No strength left.
“Finally over!”
Everyone sat down with lingering excitement. If using two words to describe the recent battle, it would absolutely be—satisfying!
“Winner, Ye Xingchen!”
After the referee announced, Ye Xingchen walked from the shattered arena platform, stopping before Xiao Zuiji and extending his hand.
Xiao Zuiji raised his hand, using the leverage to rise.
Just as their hands clasped together, presenting a scene of fellow disciples supporting each other, Li Shangtian once again struggled to raise his camera and pressed the shutter, making full preparation for using photos to piece together memories for the eventual grand finale.
…
“Number seven Li Fei, number eight Long Ziyang!”
“Winner, Li Fei!”
“Number ten Li Qingyang, number eleven Shangguan Wan’er!”
“Winner, Li Qingyang!”
“Number twelve Mu Honglian, number thirteen Su Lie!”
“Winner, Mu Honglian!”
“Number fourteen Galen, number fifteen Ling Yuanxue!”
“Winner, Ling Yuanxue!”
“Number nineteen Gu Zhaoxi, number twenty Yasuo!”
“Winner, Gu Zhaoxi!”
As matches were fought one after another, Eternal Sect disciples all defeated their respective opponents.
Counting the advanced Yao Mengying, He Wudi, and Ye Xingchen, a total of eight people monopolized the top ten positions. As for the remaining two contestants—Luban the Seventh and Teemo—they cowered in a corner trembling.
“Swish!”
Eternal Sect disciples all turned their heads in unison. Their entire bodies darkened, leaving only pairs of blood-red eyes, staring at the two pitiful ones like demons.
“Wuwuwu, I want to go back to Valoran Continent!”
“Wuwuwu, I want to go back to King’s Continent!”