Chapter 202

Chapter 202: Have Some Fun

On the Martial Arena, Jiang Yi’s spiritual power was wood attribute, yet in this strange state her attacks were fierce and unstoppable.

Cong Xin could only barely defend. He clenched his teeth, his face dark, but he was not truly anxious; he could tell her state was odd, and [he thought it could not last]. As long as he held out, once that strange state ended, it would be time to counterattack. [He could wait.]

Soon, Jiang Yi’s speed slowed, and Cong Xin felt a spark of joy; his chance was coming.

At last, the ghostly blue in Jiang Yi’s eyes faded, and her strength dropped quickly.

Now was the moment to strike back.

Cong Xin drew his blade, baring a cruel grin as he thought of the Sword Sect: “It’s time you saw my Heaven Severing Blade!” He was eager to attack.

Jiang Yi glanced at him, stepped back a few paces, and said: “I concede.” Then she jumped off the platform.

Cong Xin was stunned: “[What?]”

Concede?

He almost felt like spitting blood. Who allowed Jiang Yi to concede like this!

If he had been the one pressing her down the whole time and she conceded, that would be natural, and he could mock the Sword Sect as much as he liked. But what did everyone just see? Jiang Yi had been suppressing him the whole fight, and before he could even counter, she conceded on her own!

It looked like she was letting him off on purpose. Cong Xin nearly went mad. He shouted at Jiang Yi: “What are you running from? Get back up here! Our match isn’t over!”

He did not want this kind of victory.

Liu Jun Cheng stepped in front of Jiang Yi and said calmly: “This is the Sword Sect, and my third Junior Sister has shown our hospitality. The first bout counts as your win.”

Cong Xin ground his teeth. He did not dare look back, but he could feel Yan Zhong He’s face was surely ugly behind him. They had come to the Sword Sect to give the disciples a shock, to make them feel fear whenever they saw the Tyrant Blade Sect. Yet Jiang Yi’s sudden concession had ruined the deterrent effect. [She did it on purpose.] The Sword Sect was too cunning. But since she had conceded, he could not force her to keep fighting.

He swept a cold gaze over the Sword Sect crowd and said: “Who’s next? Does the Sword Sect have no other Golden Core Stage fighters? Is this all your strength amounts to? Besides playing little tricks, do you have any other means? Is the Sword Sect full of trash?”

Liu Jun Cheng’s eyes turned icy as he took a step toward the platform.

“Second Senior Brother,” a clear voice rang out.

Liu Jun Cheng paused. He turned and saw Li Shuang arriving.

The Emotionless Peak group was surprised. What a coincidence. She had come out of seclusion at this exact moment.

Li Shuang said evenly: “Second Senior Brother, let me.”

Liu Jun Cheng blinked.

Luo Ming Yue could not help saying: “Little Shuang, Cong Xin is already Peak Golden Core.”

Three months ago, Little Shuang had only just broken through to the Golden Core Stage. Her cultivation speed was fast, but she was now only Mid Golden Core Formation. With that level, she could not match Cong Xin.

“Let me,” Li Shuang repeated.

Her voice was calm and carried a quiet confidence that allowed no doubt.

The Emotionless Peak group fell silent.

Sui Jin’s peach-blossom eyes lifted with a hint of a smile: “Junior Sister never brags. Let her try.”

“I won’t lose,” Li Shuang said.

The others exchanged looks and agreed. Li Shuang stepped out from the crowd and walked toward the Golden Core Stage platform.

She had just set foot on the stage when a cry rose from the Sword Sect disciples: “Senior Brother Wen!”

Li Shuang looked toward the Nascent Soul Stage platform, her gaze tightening. Wu Ling Chuan’s strength was exceptional. Even though Ye Zhao Zhao had parasitized him, it had only been three months, so his power had not dropped much. With his Peerless-grade Spiritual Root and the Heaven Severing Blade technique, Wen Lin had barely held on at first and then could only take hits.

But Wen Lin was stubborn; he refused to say the words concede.

Wu Ling Chuan kept attacking without restraint. Wen Lin was now covered in blood, and who knew how many of his meridians were damaged, yet he still held on and would not admit defeat.

“Enough! Stop it here!” Wen Lin’s Master, Hong Tian Immortal, the Peak Master of Skyquake Peak, could not help standing. He had finally found such a gifted disciple; to be crippled on a platform like this would be meaningless.

Hong Tian Immortal gritted his teeth and prepared to force the match to stop.

Yan Zhong He smiled: “Hong Tian Immortal, your disciple can open his mouth and concede. He hasn’t conceded yet. Maybe he has some counter left. If you stop him now, what if you hurt his performance?”

Hong Tian Immortal was about to argue when Yan Zhong He added: “By the way, I recorded today’s exchange meet with a Memory Stone. A loss is a loss and a win is a win. Sword Sect disciples, do you not even dare say ‘I lost’?”

Fury flashed across many faces, but Yan Zhong He was not afraid; his look dripped with mockery. In the cultivation world, the strong rule. Right now the Tyrant Blade Sect was far stronger than the Sword Sect. Of the other Five Sects, three clearly supported the Tyrant Blade Sect replacing the Sword Sect. The top two, Cangyuan Sect and Unity Sect, had not taken sides, but they had not leaned toward the Sword Sect either. No matter what the Sword Sect did today, they would lose face.

“Sect Master!” Hong Tian Immortal looked anxiously at Meng Yi Fei.

Meng Yi Fei’s expression was cold. Of the three platforms, Jiang Yi’s side could be left aside. Wen Lin and Jiang Rong Yi were both having a hard time. Jiang Rong Yi could still cope. Wen Lin had been suppressed from the start.

Wen Lin and Jiang Yi both spoke little, yet their natures were completely different. Jiang Yi did not care much about victory or defeat; it would not shake her Dao heart. Wen Lin, however, was truly stubborn. This was exactly why Yan Zhong He demanded that only an explicit concession could end a fight. In a friendly exchange, saying “I lost” is not hard. But the Tyrant Blade Sect had come with malice, and a stubborn type like Wen Lin would rather die on the platform than say he conceded. If they forced a concession for him, he might give birth to a Devil Demon. Meng Yi Fei stared at the platform, unable to decide.

Li Shuang also watched that platform in silence.

Cong Xin grinned, cruel light on his face: “Sword Sect disciples really are useless, one worse than the last. A mere Mid Golden Core Formation dares to stand on this stage. Watching Wen Lin get beaten, do you feel despair and pain? Don’t worry. Next, you’ll feel even more despair and pain!”

He was full of pent-up anger and wanted to vent it. This Li Shuang was the one who had bullied Qing Yu, right? Perfect. He would teach her a lesson on the platform for Qing Yu’s sake. [If he took revenge for Qing Yu, Master would surely value him more.] Thinking this, his grin twisted even wider. This time, he was going to have some fun with Li Shuang.