From Beast Abilities to Sect Grand Master

Ma Rong punched at Hun Yen Kun with his right hand.

One of the twirling Qi, shaped like an O on his arm, shot out at Hun Yen Kun.

Thud.

The twirling Qi hit the wall of the formation array, and an explosion ensued.

Hun Yen Kun had sidestepped and dodged the twirling Qi.

But he didn't have time for a breather; the next twirling Qi was already on its way.

This time Hun Yen Kun rolled on the ground.

Thud.

Dirt on the ground flew up into the air when the twirling Qi hit.

Ma Rong started to aim at the ground.

Hun Yen Kun made use of the advantage with his legs bent on the ground and lunged at Ma Rong.

The sudden change of direction surprised Ma Rong, and Hun Yen Kun got in front of him in a split second.

Slash.

Hun Yen Kun thrust his sword at Ma Rong's neck.

Seeing the tip of Hun Yen Kun's sword getting closer and closer, Ma Rong quickly raised his arm and blocked with the twirling Qi.

Suddenly, Hun Yen Kun flicked his wrist, and his sword turned back into his fan, and he thrust his fan into Ma Rong's abdomen instead.

"Argh."

A twirling wind shot at Ma Rong's abdomen, drilling into it.

Ma Rong cried out in pain and brought both his hands down, hammering them onto Hun Yen Kun's head.

Whoosh.

Hun Yen Kun sidestepped and got to Ma Rong's side, and with a flick of his hand, his fan turned into a sword again.

This time, Hun Yen Kun aimed for Ma Rong's wound on his waist.

Splatter.

Blood dripped from Hun Yen Kun's blade as the sword plunged into Ma Rong's waist. Read latest stories on My Virtual Library Empire

"Get away from me!" Ma Rong shouted in agony, endured the pain, turned and gave Hun Yen Kun an elbow to his head.

Hun Yen Kun leaped away as his scholar's hat flew away, due to the impact from Ma Rong's elbow.

"Aww. He looks better without his hat."

"I hope he can finish off this brute."

"All that style from him. I'm mesmerized."

Disciples from Yi Mei sect looked on at Hun Yen Kun with admiration.

Some even had their hands on their faces to cover their blushed cheeks.

When Ma Rong heard it, it made him mad.

He covered his waist with one hand to try to stop the bleeding.

Then he glanced over at Low Qiang.

With a nod, Low Qiang gave him the go-ahead.

After seeing what happened to Lai Ming, he didn't dare to go against Low Qiang's order.

He took out the bottle of pills that he had been given and opened the stopper.

An intense putrid smell quickly filled the air.

Ma Rong wanted to puke but endured it and took out the pill inside.

Whoosh.

A twirling wind strike came at Ma Rong's hand.

Hun Yen Kun had to stop him.

He knew what would happen if Ma Rong took the pill.

Thud.

It hit and the pill flew up into the air.

Ma Rong looked up, leaped and tried to grab it.

Following closely behind was Hun Yen Kun.

He lunged at Ma Rong with his sword aimed at Ma Rong's hand.

Ma Rong didn't bother and let the sword plunge through his wrist.

But by this time the pill was in Ma Rong's hand.

He threw the pill into his mouth and swallowed it.

Boom!

Immediately, Ma Rong's Qi increased exponentially.

It radiated out and the shockwave made Hun Yen Kun plunge into the dirt ground.

Thud.

"Argh."

Hun Yen Kun's body was half in the ground, as the impact was so great it created a ditch.

Taking a deep breath, Hun Yen Kun held his sword to his face and began to direct all of his Qi to it.

A hurricane slowly built up with Hun Yen Kun as the center of it.

The Hurricane Strike from Qing Feng sword style.

It would use up most of the cultivator's Qi, and hence it's not used except for the most dire situations.

Ma Rong smirked as a dark glow engulfed him.

The dark glow grew larger and larger.

Finally, it was twice Ma Rong's size and Ma Rong lunged at Hun Yen Kun.

He straightened his hand and with his fist in front he spun at the hurricane.

Hun Yen Kun thrust his sword at Ma Rong and the hurricane went at him.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Ma Rong met with some resistance and the hurricane wasn't able to get through the dark glow.

Everyone among the spectators held their breath as they anticipated who would win this encounter.

Slowly the hurricane became weaker but Ma Rong was still going strong as he finally broke through the hurricane.@@novelbin@@

When he came close to Hun Yen Kun, he smirked and was glad that he could now inflict some pain on him.

To his surprise, Hun Yen Kun shook his head and leaped out of the formation array.

"I give up," Hun Yen Kun said as he raised his hand.

They weren't here for the win at the tournament.

No point for him to win the battle and lose the war.

The fight was against what the Dark Lord was up to.

And he had plans for Lin Fan.

What would be better than making Lin Fan famous with him winning the deciding match?

"I declare the Storm Fist Thunder sect won. Hun Yen Kun gave up on the match," the Judge shouted and declared the result.

The disciples from Yi Mei sect were now in agony.

How could their handsome and talented senior martial brother lose?

Hun Yen Kun waved at them, tidied his hair and took some pills to recuperate.

"Did you see that? How he flicked his hair back!"

The disciples from Yi Mei sect went crazy over Hun Yen Kun's gesture.

The Emperor on the stage was just as happy.

A tie, and if Storm Fist Thunder Sect wins the final match, he would be able to weaken Qing Feng Sect considerably.

"Your majesty, that pill looked familiar. We came across it when we were going after the Dark Lotus sect. I wonder how the Storm Fist Thunder Sect came to have it."

Qing Yang Zi stroked his long beard as he spoke.

Low Qiang stood up and pointed at Qing Yang Zi, "What are you insinuating? Your disciples used pills too."

"Qing Yang Zi, I believe it must have been a misunderstanding. Let's get on with the final match."

The Emperor motioned for Low Qiang to sit down and be calm, oblivious to what had happened in the background.

"Please nominate your next competitors and we shall begin."