Without a question, everyone was optimistic of Qin Yu in this fight. The only thing they were looking forward to was how much Feng Ye could force out of Qin Yu. This wasn’t because they were underestimating Feng Ye, but Qin Yu had crushed all his opponents in the competition.
Feng Ye wasn’t someone like Lin Yun who slew two titles, so everyone was naturally more optimistic about Qin Yu.
“You’re not my opponent. Admit defeat,” said Qin Yu as he looked at Feng Ye. He was unhappy that Lin Yun wasn’t here because this competition was an opportunity for him to kill Lin Yun. If Lin Yun wasn’t here, it would be more troublesome for him to kill Lin Yun in the future.
“Hehe, I know that you’re ruthless to your opponents, and most people will die or be crippled if they don’t admit defeat,” smiled Feng Ye.
“Really? Then why are you still standing here? Get lost!” barked Qin Yu. His tone was arrogant, and he didn’t have much favorable opinion of this barbarian, to begin with. Although sects located at the borders of the empire could participate in the competition, no one has ever gotten a title. Feng Ye was an exemption, which made those from the empire extremely unhappy.
Facing Qin Yu’s words, Feng Ye smiled, “I have no other merits aside from taking a beating. Beat me down the stage if you can. Otherwise, you can cut the crap.”
His words instantly made an uproar among the spectators. Feng Ye was truly worthy of his name. He knew that Qin Yu was terrifying, and he still dared to try and provoke Qin Yu.
“You’re courting death,” sneered Qin Yu as he threw out his palm. His origin energy instantly erupted like a volcano in Feng Ye’s direction.
“It’s still unsure who’s courting death!” Feng Ye’s bones began to crackle and his body expanded by an entire size. This made the already robust him look like a small mountain. When he took a step forth, he was like an ancient beast.
Compared to the Primal Origin Sect’s Dracophant Battle Physique, Feng Ye’s cultivation technique was more primitive. But as he stepped forth, the aura coming from him was terrifying that turned crimson around him as he threw out a punch.
Qin Yu raised his brow, and he sneered with contempt, “This is nothing before absolute strength!”
An explosive origin energy erupted from Qin Yu. This was the first time he had used the Profound Yang Art fully, and his aura instantly reached the Violet Palace Realm. He no longer wanted to conceal himself in this fight. He wanted to announce to everyone that he was the protagonist of this competition by suppressing Feng Ye.
This made Feng Ye briefly stunned because he could feel himself being suppressed by Qin Yu’s aura. However, he let out a roar and threw his punch out, “Eat my fist!”
The crimson barb on his fist instantly tore through the air, but Qin Yu faced it calmly and merely pushed his palm out. His aura instantly condensed into a giant that looked like a fire deity. It was a lot larger than Feng Ye.
His palm came crashing down and destroyed everything in the path. When it slammed onto Feng Ye, it caused blood to seep out from the corner of Feng Ye’s lips as he was pushed a few steps back.
“Agagin!” Feng Ye roared. He leaped into the sky and rained down his punches. His punches were like vipers that bared its fangs at Qin Yu. This move of his was shocking, and even the sky had turned dark because of it.
Qin Yu frowned, and he said, “Pitiful tricks.”
Flames burst out from Qin Yu and gathered onto his palm. Shortly after, he sent his palm out at the descending fists. Under the dazzling brilliance that was comparable to a sun, all the vipers were destroyed.
“This is the end,” said Qin Yu as he appeared before Feng Ye, and he threw a palm out. He threw out a total of four palms, and each palms would make Feng Ye throw out a mouthful of blood.
“Get lost!” When he threw out the fifth palm, Feng Ye was blown out from the stage.
Although everyone had expected that Feng Ye would lose, no one had expected that he would lose so miserably. He was completely suppressed by Qin Yu right from the start. But they have to admit that Feng Ye’s defense was powerful since he could still get up on his feet after being knocked out of the stage.
This fight had also revealed Qin Yu’s strength before everyone. Everyone also understood why Qin Yu didn’t reveal much in the competition so far. This was because he was a lot stronger than his opponents, and he only used one hand to defeat Feng Ye.
“Looks like the championship will go to Qin Yu,” exclaimed many people.
“Qin Yu wins. The second match, Snowflake VS Aquaselenic!” The second battle started very quickly, which drew everyone’s attention
Situ Yi and Aquaselenic’s battle naturally attracted everyone’s attention because the two came from the Demonic Moon Villa. Before this, Situ Yi had a record of defeating Everluck. Aside from that, Situ Yi was simply too outstanding. His appearance instantly attracted all the females attention.
This battle hadn’t let anyone down. Aquaselenic brought out the Cloudmist Sword that she was famed for, and Situ Yi also fought with the Cloudmist Sword. But Aquaselenic used her sword, while Situ Yi used his fan.
The two came from the Demonic Moon Villa, and they had both displayed the essence of the Cloudmist Sword. This instantly placed the battle into a stalemate. Everyone could tell that both Aquaselenic and Situ Yi wanted to make it into the top four. They might be from the same sect, but none of them were holding back.
In the end, Situ Yi defeated Aquaselenic by half a move. He was using a fan to perform the Cloudmist Sword and created a path that belonged to himself.
Aquaselenic might have practiced in the Cloudmist Sword to a high stage, but she surrendered after a hundred clashes because she couldn’t take it anymore. At the same time, she was also sending Situ Yi into the top four.
“Thank you, Senior Sister,” said Situ Yi as he cupped his hands together.
“I didn’t let you win. Since you made it into the top four, then you have to get into the top three for the sect,” said Aquaselenic. She might’ve lost, but her mood wasn’t bad.
When another person was promoted, the Sword Firmament Pavilion grew increasingly anxious because Lin Yun was still nowhere to be seen. Was Lin Yun going to be absent?
Emperor Qin casually swept his glance out, and he announced, “The third match, White VS Azurehill.”
According to the rules, Lin Yun had already lost, and he could only struggle in the loser group. Then again, it was a whole new story if Lin Yun chose the Hell Mode. But Emperor Qin didn’t believe that Lin Yun would really pick the Hell Mode.
Let’s not mention how difficult it was to fight all the seven titled figures, but the punishment for losing was great. Once Lin Yun chose the Hell Mode, this meant that there was no way he could take a step back. He would either win or lose everything.
Bai Lixuan and Yue Qing both went on the stage. When Bai Lixuan drew his sword, everyone could feel that he became one with his sword. Paired together with his Saint Physique, Bai Lixuan gave off an unparalleled feeling. When he pointed his sword at Yue Qing, this gave everyone a feeling that Yue Qing had already died. His sword aura had completely suppressed Yue Qing’s fangs.
“Damn it!” Yue Qing wore an awkward expression before his advantage made him feel despair. This even made everyone feel that he didn’t deserve to receive a title.
Feng Ye might’ve lost, but he forced Qin Yu to use the Profound Yang Art. This allowed everyone to have a look of Qin Yu’s strength. But right now, when Bai Lixuan pointed his sword over, Yue Qing already knew that he had lost.
“You’re the weakest among the eight of us. You’re still lacking compared to your senior brother, Erget,” said Bai Lixuan.
“Stop. I surrender,” smiled Yue Qing bitterly.
“Thank you,” said Bai Lixuan as he left the stage. He also swept his glance at the same time and wondered if Lin Yun was really not coming.
“The fourth match, Trueorigin VS Flower Burial,” announced Emperor Qin. Lin Yun’s late arrival was the same as surrender. They only just had to walk through the procedure for Trueorigin to be promoted. Even if Lin Yun really came, he needed Trueorigin’s agreement to fight.
In the past, there was no such exception. As long as the opponent wasn’t willing and the participant was late, the judge would forcefully announce his loss.
Trueorigin stood on the stage, and he looked at the judge, “Let’s not waste time. That brat is not coming.”
The judge found it a pity that Lin Yun missed the competition. But the rules were still rules, and there was nothing he could do about it.
“Hmph?” The judge suddenly exclaimed out just when he was going to announce Trueorigin’s victory.
“What’s going on?” Trueorigin followed the judge’s gaze and saw a familiar figure at the far end of the streets. He instantly narrowed his eyes into slits.