Chapter 99: Chapter 99 I Am Ashamed to Be in the Same Sect as You
Translator: 549690339
“Our junior brother Xiao will win.”
Xi Xinyu of Qingyun Sect immediately retorted, clenching her fists and focusing all her attention on Xiao Fangu.
Bai Minglu had a blade of grass between his teeth, his gaze flickering.
As a genius disciple ranked within the top ten of the Qingyun Sect, Bai Minglu had long perfected the second layer of the “Green Cloud Sword Technique”, far surpassing his peers in combat ability, and his insight was incredibly sharp.
However, he noticed that Huo Yunjie was only at a slight disadvantage and showed no signs of collapse.
“At this stage, it’s just a matter of outlasting the other,” Longguai Zhenren murmured at that moment.
Xi Xinyu immediately asked for advice, “Ninth Elder, do you think junior brother Xiao can’t defeat the disciple from Misty Sect head-on?”
Longguai Zhenren nodded, “Fangu’s talent in the Sword Dao is good, well-suited for cultivating the “Green Cloud Sword Technique”, but his cultivation time is still too short. Although he has perfected the first layer, it is only slightly stronger than a perfected First Grade Spell, not enough to utterly overwhelm.”
“That opponent is but a mere disciple of a High Ranked Sect, surely lacking any Auxiliary Cultivation Method. Even if it comes down to attrition, junior brother Xiao is sure to win,” Xi Xinyu had an inexplicable confidence in Xiao Fangu.
In midair.
Xiao Fangu stood on the Xuan Ye Flying Sword, his speed was fast and very agile, repeatedly trying to get behind Huo Yunjie but always failing.
“Vitality Bullet!”
Huo Yunjie and Xiao Fangu were more than ten meters apart, continuously attacking with Vitality Bullets and sneakily making them look large but weak in actual power, pretending to go all out.
“Huh… Huh…”
Before long, Huo Yunjie began to pant heavily.
Xiao Fangu’s eyes brightened, “You’re finally losing your stamina; I’ll knock you down from the sky!”
He formed a hand seal and cast a First Grade Spell called “Gathering Cloud Sword”, transforming half of his mana into a sword that resembled gathering clouds, one meter wide and five meters long, cleaving down with a heavy and sharp aura.
Whoosh!
Huo Yunjie accelerated suddenly, piloting the Cold Light Sword towards Xiao Fangu, as if deciding to risk a final bout before his own strength was exhausted.
“Foolish, you won’t be able to touch me.”
Xiao Fangu tried to evade but was somewhat slow due to the great expenditure of energy earlier.
Seizing the opportunity, Huo Yunjie reversed his previous declining state, his aura returning to peak condition, and unleashed his fastest speed, first dodging the “Gathering Cloud Sword”‘s attack, then leaping up from the Cold Light Sword.
Clang!
With no burden of a rider, the speed of the Cold Light Sword surged, streaking like an arrow towards Xiao Fangu’s chest.
This sudden development frightened Xiao Fangu, who hastily cast Qingyun Sect’s First Grade Spell “Green Cloud Sword Shield” to block.
Meanwhile, Huo Yunjie, who had jumped into the air, cast the spell “Binding Spirit Rope” all of a sudden, using mana ropes to entangle Xiao Fangu’s body. With a strong pull, he used the force to vault over Xiao Fangu’s head, spinning and firing a Vitality Bullet as he did so.
Bang!
Faced with attacks from both front and back, Xiao Fangu finally couldn’t fend them off, was struck hard by the Vitality Bullet, let out a scream of agony, and crashed onto the mountain peak.
The Xuan Ye Flying Sword fell as it lost its controller, embedding itself diagonally in the ground, emitting a pleasant sword cry.
In contrast to Xiao Fangu’s crushing defeat, Huo Yunjie calmly landed on the ground, reaching out to catch the falling Cold Light Sword.
He stood with his sword in hand, clothes billowing, like a young Sword Immortal.
“The battle is decided!”
The Deputy City Lord stepped forward and declared.
After all, Misty Sect was a force nearby Whitefloat City, and he had some acquaintance with Ye Feng; speaking out now could have a significant impact.
As expected.
Hearing the Deputy City Lord’s words, Longguai Zhenren, who was about to speak, closed his mouth, leaning on his cane and huffing in dissatisfaction.
“Xiao Fangu, you’ve lost!”
Huo Yunjie sheathed his sword, walked over to the Xuan Ye Flying Sword, pulled it out of the ground, and turned to look at Xiao Fangu lying on the ground, “Remember this, I’m ashamed to be in the same sect as you!”
Having said that, Huo Yunjie respectfully handed the Xuan Ye Flying Sword to Ye Feng.
With frustration and anger surging to his heart, Xiao Fangu violently spat out a mouthful of blood, his hair whipping about in the wind as he slammed his fists into the ground, utterly unwilling to accept his defeat.
The Xuan Ye Flying Sword was merely a lower grade Spiritual Artifact, priced at just over a hundred lower grade Spirit Stones—not excessively expensive, one could simply buy another if it was lost.
However, this battle saw Xiao Fangu defeated by the once seemingly unworthy Huo Yunjie, his frustration reaching an extreme.
“Junior Brother Xiao, are you alright?” Xi Xinyu rushed over immediately, helping Xiao Fangu retreat to the side.
Grinding his teeth and trembling all over, Xiao Fangu didn’t say a word.
“I misjudged you, your strength is much greater than I realized.”
At this moment, Bai Minglu spit out the stalk of grass from his mouth, stepped forward three paces with his sword in hand, and gazed intently at Huo Yunjie, “I am the tenth ranked disciple from Qingyun Sect, Bai Minglu, and I’d like to learn from the most powerful disciple of Misty Sect.”
“Yunjie, come back,” Ye Feng called him just as Huo Yunjie was preparing to accept the challenge.
Bai Minglu’s brows furrowed slightly, and he asked in puzzlement, “Sect Master Ye, won’t you even grant me the opportunity to learn from my junior?”
Bai Minglu’s thought process was simple.
Xiao Fangu had suffered a loss to Huo Yunjie in full view of everyone, thereby causing Qingyun Sect to lose face. It was his duty as an elder brother to step forward at this moment and secure a resounding victory.
That way, he could leave the field with the poise of the victor.
Only to hear Ye Feng say, “In our Misty Sect, Yunjie’s strength is only ranked third. Since you want to learn from the strongest, I, as Sect Master, am willing to satisfy your request, but under the condition that if you lose, you must leave immediately!”
As the word “leave” exited his mouth, a gust akin to a hurricane swept through the crowd, making everyone feel a heavy pressure.
Even Longguai Zhenren’s expression darkened.
“If Minglu loses, I, as Zhenren, will personally apologize and will never show our faces here again,” Longguai Zhenren promised in Bai Minglu’s stead.
Without wasting words, Ye Feng waved his hand, “Mo Ying, make it quick and decisive.”
“Yes, Sect Master.”
Mo Ying, with the Breeze-riding Sword in hand, slowly stepped into the middle of the field, and only then did her cultivation level at the peak of the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement become gradually apparent.
“To think that a disciple of Misty Sect has reached such a level of cultivation; one more step, and she could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Sect Leaders of middle-ranking Sects.”
The Sect Leaders of the major Sects felt immense pressure.
Some lowered their heads in silence, lamenting that they couldn’t even match a single disciple from Misty Sect.
Xiao Fangu stared at Mo Ying, wondering where Ye Feng had found such a formidable disciple. If he had faced Mo Ying in battle before, he feared he wouldn’t have survived three moves.
Bai Minglu advanced to the field.
He began to bend his knees and lower his body, one hand grasping the scabbard, another holding the hilt, as a keen aura like that of swords began to emerge from him.
“Brother Bai is serious,” exclaimed Xi Xinyu happily, “he’s actually going to use the Sword Drawing Technique he’s been hard practicing for months.”
Even Longguai Zhenren smiled.
He believed in Bai Minglu’s strength.
As the tenth-ranked genius of Qingyun Sect at the peak of the Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement, below the Element Gathering Realm, aside from older generations, Bai Minglu was already first-class.
Xiao Fangu’s eyes were wide open, ready to learn from what was unfolding before him.
“You are of a lower cultivation level than me, you should attack first,” Bai Minglu said to Mo Ying.
His Sword Drawing Technique aimed to strike after the opponent yet arrive before them, asking Mo Ying to attack first was indeed putting her into a passive situation.
“Are you sure?”
Mo Ying’s voice was cold and somewhat mocking. Then, suddenly, her figure vanished from sight.
Everyone was stunned.
Where did she go?