I Truly Am The Villian

Chapter 983: Chapter 982 Baili Xiao Takes the Stage

Watching Elder Taia, Lin Ruhu’s surrounding tiger roars shook the heavens, with endless might swirling around him.

He stepped into the void, charging directly toward Elder Taia.

From afar, he seemed like a ferocious ancient beast, brutal and powerful.

Like drinking hair and blood.

Elder Taia took a deep breath, condensing sharp sword light in both hands.

This time, he wasn’t using Sword Intent, but the Sword Dao.

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Entering the Taoism with the sword, cutting down everything.

With a “boom,” as Lin Ruhu approached, he felt as if he had been banished to another spatial void.

That was the void of the sword.

Infinite Sword Intents, even various different sword properties.

There were overbearing and unparalleled heavy swords, enigmatic and unpredictable twin swords, and swift swords as fleeting as a white steed passing a gap.

All of these swords charged at him, as if to submerge him within them.

Even as Lin Ruhu defended with all his might, he was still slashed by several Sword Intents.

He bellowed loudly, his black and white hair appearing even more profound.

His body’s muscles bulged prominently.

His eyes had a soul-devouring intensity.

“Boom, boom, boom” – he walked on, his heavy footsteps echoing in this spatial void.

Then he raised his arms and smashed heavily around the void.

Once, twice, with his body at the center, a vacuum appeared all around.

The Sword Intents were all annihilated, and eventually, the void could not withstand his power and was utterly shattered.

His enlarged fist swept through the void, landing directly on Elder Taia’s face.

The opponent’s body was once again sent flying.

His figure sprinting, Lin Ruhu chased after the flying silhouette before it landed, grabbing and punching once more.

“Old man…cough cough, I admit defeat,” Elder Taia’s voice came through.

Lin Ruhu’s somewhat frantic expression instantly calmed down.

He gasped for air, throwing the figure away.

“Elder,” the people from Sword Spirit Country quickly went to support Elder Taia.

Lin Ruhu took a deep breath; even though he had defeated his opponent, he had still sustained severe injuries.

All of them felt like being torn by swords.

“This Black Asura wins. Would you like to rest or continue the battle?” Baili Chengfeng came by with a smile and asked.

Lin Ruhu gave him a fierce look.

Then he indifferently said, “Naturally, the battle continues. I didn’t come for the position of Alliance Hierarch, I only wish to see my own strength.”

“Good, heroic hero,” Baili Chengfeng laughed.

“Then who will challenge this Black Asura?”

“Young man, by rights, fighting you while you’re injured would be bullying the weak,” a voice came from below.

“But this is a contest, and there are no such rules.”

Lin Ruhu looked up to see a middle-aged man from the Vast Sea Country stepping forward.

This man wore a Confucian robe, having a particularly scholarly look, with the robe being white and likewise, white eyebrows.

“It’s Qi Tianhai,” the people below immediately started discussing.

It seemed that with their commentary, they could peel away the achievements of every contestant.

“The Monarch of the Vast Sea Country, quite rare.”

Qi Tianhai stepped forward; he did not exhibit the imposing pressure of a King, the might above tens of thousands.

Instead, he exuded a boundless Gen presence, like an unfathomably deep sea, approaching step by step.

“Young man, just admit defeat,” Qi Tianhai said with a smile.

“I don’t really want a hollow victory, although even if you were in your prime, you might not be able to win against me.”

“Why waste so many words,” Lin Ruhu snorted coldly.

His fists flew directly towards his opponent.

Qi Tianhai shook his head with a smile. With a wave of his hand, everyone started to feel the moisture in the air around them.

Waves bashed against the void, flowing down from afar, three thousand feet.

“Ruhu is going to lose,” Xu Zimo murmured to himself upon witnessing the scene.

As the waves surged over, Lin Ruhu found himself enveloped within.

Water, both soft and hard, could nurture all things and moisten all creatures.

To Lin Ruhu’s surprise, he discovered that he could hardly exert any strength in his fists.

It seemed as if the water currents bore a special power that was exceptionally effective at dissipating forces.

Even if he broke the water flow with a punch, it was meaningless.

For water is shapeless.

“Shocking waves,” Qi Tianhai raised his right hand, waves of endless water swirling around him.

The forefront of these waves morphed into the head of a tiger, rushing to devour Lin Ruhu.

Lin Ruhu smashed the water flow with a punch, yet the water splashed all over him.

Qi Tianhai next to him concentrated his gaze and let out a soft shout.

“Water can be soft, embracing all streams,

Yet also hard, freezing thousands of miles.”

As his words fell, everyone could distinctly feel the temperature dropping, turning cold.

The water surrounding Lin Ruhu began to congeal into ice, freezing him entirely.

Then, pummeled by the currents, he was sent flying away.

Below the arena, the ice shattered and dissipated, Lin Ruhu looked at his opponent with a fluctuating gaze.

Fighting this person, he always felt like his strength had nowhere to be applied.

“We concede,” Xu Zimo spoke from the side.

Lin Ruhu returned, looking somewhat downcast.

“What’s wrong? Not happy?” Xu Zimo smiled.

“It’s not that, just feeling frustrated about the loss,” Lin Ruhu replied.

“This is not a time for you to be disheartened, but to realize something,” Xu Zimo said.

“From the start of your cultivation, you’ve been practicing the Tyrant Emperor’s Cultivation Technique and using the Heavenly Gang Fierce Tiger Body.

You chose the path of brute force from the beginning.

But you’ve failed to understand that violence isn’t just about raw power.

Strength can be both soft and hard. You must learn to control it freely, knowing how to use it to become stronger.”

“I will work on it,” Lin Ruhu nodded.

With Qi Tianhai’s victory, he looked around and cheerfully asked, “Who else wishes to challenge me?”

The crowd began to settle down. There were some from the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect, but they were not willing to step up anymore.

Mainly because some people were indifferent to the position of Alliance Hierarch.

They participated in this event partly on the way to addressing the matters of the Demon Race and not out of great interest in the title of Alliance Hierarch.

After all, the Alliance Hierarch could only command them outwardly; their respective Sect Gates were still under their own control.

As everyone pondered, suddenly there was a sound of wind coming from a distance.

“Who?” Qi Tianhai thought someone was sneaking up on him and swiftly dodged.

But when he looked again, he saw it was just some ordinary ribbons.

Ribbons of various colors flew in from afar.

Red, blue, green, yellow, purple.

The ribbons circled half way around the arena before finally coming to rest atop it.

The colorful ribbons, like decorations, draped over the space above the arena.

Then on the other end of the ribbons, a graceful woman slowly made her way over.

The woman wore a long red robe with several blue clouds embroidered on it.

With red edges on her robe and her black hair done up in a high, elegant bun.