Chapter 616 - 615: Why Not Let Me Try
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"Quick, look at the fourth platform, Xue Qingming is up against Mo Ze."
"I knew it, a battle between these two was inevitable."
Hearing a portion of the crowd discussing, there were also some clueless folks who asked curiously.
"Do these two have a grudge?"
"Xue Qingming is the sworn enemy who killed Mo Ze’s father, would you say their grudge is significant or not?"
"Really? It’s that serious?"
"Actually, it was all a misunderstanding. At that time, Xue Qingming accepted a task from the Sect Gate to investigate some strange occurrences in Mo Family Village.
Later, his investigation led to the village head, who turned out to be covertly causing trouble.
So Xue Qingming killed the village head, only to find out later that he was Mo Ze’s father.
Even though the Sect Gate tried to mediate, the two still forged a deadly feud."
Ignoring the surrounding chatter, all eyes were on the fourth platform where Xue Qingming and Mo Ze stood facing each other from a distance.
One wielded a longsword, the other grasped a massive axe.
"Come on, Xue Qingming, my sword is not merciful," Mo Ze said coldly.
"Don’t live in the memories of past pain, those pains will only become shackles on your Martial Path," Xue Qingming shook his head and sighed.
"Enough of the nonsense, I don’t need you to tell me what to do," Mo Ze replied indifferently, and charged forward with his sword.
Xue Qingming’s expression was equally indifferent as he brandished his massive axe, clashing with Mo Ze.
Axe and sword struck, waves of force dissipating around them.
Loud rumbling explosions resonated.
"Sword Chaos Thirteen," Mo Ze uttered softly.
A stream of white Spiritual Energy twined around his sword, and the longsword vibrated, transforming into thirteen afterimages that rushed towards Xue Qingming.
Xue Qingming’s axe swung relentlessly, his moves wide and impenetrable.
After several rounds, neither could claim victory.
"Sword Chaos Twenty-Six," seeing the battle dragging on, Mo Ze shouted again.
The thirteen sword energies split again, turning into twenty-six.
These newly formed sword energies were even more eerie, hiding in seemingly empty Space, beneath the ground, striking from unexpected angles at every opportunity.
"Xue Qingming, I will slowly torment you to death," Mo Ze stated coldly.
"Mo Ze, you have already lost," Xue Qingming shook his head and replied.
"Our cultivation methods differ. I focus on strength, while your cultivation is based on skill.
In this world, all things can be overcome with strength."
As Xue Qingming’s words fell, his axe began to tremble.
A stream of black Spiritual Energy coiled around the axe, the surrounding Space shaking.
With a loud "boom," Xue Qingming leaped into the air, his aura dominating.
He ignored the other sword energies and cleaved his axe directly at Mo Ze.
Under this one strike, all sword energies were obliterated.
Mo Ze stood rooted, his gaze intense.
Feeling the sharpness and weight of the coming axe, he was momentarily unable to evade.
The axe stopped mere centimeters from his head.
"Why didn’t you kill me?" Mo Ze’s lips moved slightly, asking with curiosity.
"Make sure to behave," Xue Qingming retracted his axe and kicked him off the platform.
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The many disciples below finally came to their senses after this scene.
They began discussing among themselves, "This Xue Qingming is indeed a dark horse.
Though he is of the Heaven Phenomenon Realm, that one strike just now definitely had the power of a Venerable."
"But him sparing Mo Ze was quite unexpected."
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Because the battle between the two was already the last one, all the true disciples had finished their contests.
Ultimately, there were only four people left standing on the arena.
They were Lin Feng, Xue Qingming, Hou Zhen, and Chang Ruofeng.
All four were outstanding figures within the Sect Gate, especially Hou Zhen, who had previously kept a low profile among the true disciples.
This time, he had surprisingly defeated Ye Kai, one of the hot favorites, becoming one of the final four.
Seeing this scene, Lin Beisheng also walked down from the high platform in front.
He said with a light laugh, "The results of the contest are almost out.
All of you present have one opportunity to challenge these four individuals.
But I must remind you, this challenge disregards life and death, so it’s best to act according to your ability.
If no one challenges, then I will announce the list of those who will represent Great Skies Peak at the Nine Skies grand event."
Hearing Lin Beisheng’s words, the disciples below all looked at each other, sizing each other up.
But no one dared to go up and issue a challenge, after all, whether in terms of realm or time spent in cultivation, they were all far from sufficient.
And just the clause of ignoring life and death was enough to deter many.
"Maybe, I should give it a try?"
Just then, a voice suddenly came from within the crowd.
In that moment, the previously noisy Wind-Thunder Valley instantly quieted down.
Almost at the same time, everyone turned to look toward where the voice had originated.
"Is it him?"
"No way, you don’t have to seek death like that."
"Over ambitious, showing off to gain attention."
Almost in the blink of an eye, everyone’s thoughts were shifting, some taking pleasure in the misfortune, some looking on with interest.
There, Xu Zimei, dressed in a white robe, walked calmly onto the arena.
"Qiu’er," even Lin Beisheng on the high platform was startled for a moment and stood frozen in place.
"Foolishness," Lin Beisheng quickly came back to his senses and chastised, "Qiu’er, come down immediately.
This is not a place for your jokes."
"Dad, I’m not joking, I also want to participate in the Nine Skies grand event," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"Aren’t I a disciple of Great Skies Peak."
"You," Lin Beisheng pointed at Xu Zimei, too angry to speak for a long while.
"May I know which brother you wish to challenge?" Lin Feng asked with interest from the side.
"You," Xu Zimei pointed at Chang Ruofeng, who was on the first arena, and said with a smile.
"Me, you want to challenge me?" Hearing Xu Zimei’s words, Chang Ruofeng looked at Xu Zimei with a great laugh from the arena.
He asked, "Are you sure, Junior Brother Lin?"
"Certain," Xu Zimei nodded.
"Junior Brother Lin, don’t worry.
Because of the Peak Master’s connection, I won’t kill you," Chang Ruofeng said in a low voice.
"But I will still teach you a lesson. This is the first lesson your senior brother will teach you, what it means to be overambitious."
Xu Zimei smiled and slowly walked onto the first arena.
The disciples below watched the scene unfold with the anticipation of a spectacle.
"Really such nonsense," a nearby elder shook his head and sighed.
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Xu Zimei paid no attention to the others around him, his white robe and black hair fluttering gently in the breeze.
"Spear•Deadly Strike," Chang Ruofeng suddenly roared, his long spear thrusting directly toward Xu Zimei.
The spear carried no special force other than its incredible speed, creating a phantom image as it moved.
Xu Zimei appeared somewhat panicked, quickly rolling on the ground to narrowly avoid the strike.
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