Chapter 114: Your Knife Intent is indeed as trashy as you are

Scalp tingling.

This is Chen Yu's feeling at this moment inside the Independent Viewing Room.

The fifteen-year-old Little Girl is deeply shocked by what is before her eyes today.

Even though she has lost to Bing Yi several times, Chen Yu has never cared too much about the other party.

Because, what is most important in her heart will always be her own family and Master.

The world is so vast, and there are far too many who are stronger than her; why bother falling into internal mental exhaustion because of Bing Yi.

But at this moment, looking at that slender figure in black robes on the Arena.

Two words surfaced in Chen Yu's heart for the first time.

Invincible.

In the entire Tianbei Fist Tournament, with so many people, there must certainly be existences stronger than Bing Yi.

But Bing Yi, at this moment, gives Chen Yu that clear sense of invincibility.

This feeling is one she has only ever felt from her own Brother.

That day on Qingshan, her Elder Brother, who had always been hiding his strength, revealed a powerful and invincible side, leaving Chen Yu unable to forget it for her entire life.

Today, she has seen it again in Bing Yi.

"Fortunately, Xiaoyu, you chose to concede..."

Inside the Consciousness World, the Red Skirt Woman gasps; the feeling in her heart is not much different from Chen Yu's.

Every time this Bing Yi wins a streak, he appears very silent.

Who knew the other party would reveal such a powerful side.

Chen Yu does not speak, taking a deep breath:

"Master, there truly are more and more Heavenly Pride in the world."

The Red Skirt Woman's red lips part:

"This Bing Yi might be a Strong One of the older generation; it is highly likely he is a star pushed hard by the Tianbei Fist Tournament."

Chen Yu shakes her head:

"These things are not very important."

She takes a deep breath and says:

"I have only discovered that my Elder Brother and I still have a very long road to travel."

Knowing that Chen Yan has now condensed seventy Extreme Satin Patterns, Chen Yu, who is only fifteen, feels somewhat proud in her heart.

No, she is very proud, very proud.

Just during the day, the thought that the geniuses of the world were nothing more than this had also arisen in her heart.

But now, this thought has completely disappeared.

Lao Ge still has a long road to travel, and so does she.

Never mind the ethereal Five Clans' Struggle.

The Chen Family of Lao City alone makes their family feel immense pressure.

Now, she has even seen an existence like Bing Yi within Yunmeng City.

"Mm, that is indeed so." The Red Skirt Woman nods, but turns to encourage her:

"However, my disciple, do not belittle yourself. How long have you and your Brother been entering the Martial Dao? This Bing Yi perhaps entered the Martial Dao a year, or even two years, earlier than you siblings."

Chen Yu is indeed the most talented Array genius she has ever seen.

The Red Skirt Woman also believes that as long as there is enough time, Chen Yu will certainly defeat Bing Yi completely.

Right now, it is just a matter of lacking some time.

Chen Yu does not speak, knowing that Master is comforting her again.

"The Tianjiao Trial is the day of your takeoff. As long as you find that Array Eye, combined with Master's deduction and your talent, Xiaoyu.

You can absolutely learn to condense Martial Grade Class A, or even Earth Vein Grade Array Patterns!"

Chen Yu nods heavily.

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Spectacular!

Bloody!

A battle like a horizontal push.

Today's Arena has truly become a slaughterhouse.

The cold Wind Element rises intermittently, like the Mouth of a glutton, crazily swallowing everything.

And those Ice Crystals stained with blood are just like cursed red lotuses, cold and bone-piercing.

Gulp.

Qiu Wei, holding a Long Blade, swallows with difficulty, staring blankly at the Masked Man in Black Robes before him.

The Ice Spear condensed in the other party's hand is tilted, the tip of the Spear grazing the ground as it moves, with two trails of White Mist like smoke dispersing.

On the Arena, one after another, the Boxers who are still howling lie there, their bodies covered in bone-piercing Ice Crystals.

Qiu Wei looks around; the few remaining Gold Rank Fighters are also trembling all over at this moment, not daring to make a move.

"Bing Yi, I... I..."

Qiu Wei speaks tremblingly; the Ink-Colored Figure before his eyes suddenly becomes as vast as a Mountain within his line of sight.

The pressure carrying bone-piercing coldness gradually begins to erode his entire being.

"Weren't you going to stop me from continuing my winning streak?"

Chen Yan looks at Qiu Wei indifferently; the other party had just erupted with a strand of Knife True Intent while attacking.

This was his first time encountering Blade Intent, and naturally, he wanted to test himself against his opponent.

But now, the way Qiu Wei was trembling all over made him as disappointed as a wilted eggplant.

"I..."

Qiu Wei's voice trembled:

"I am about to get three thousand Monthly Points, Bing Yi... Bing Yi, you..."

Qiu Wei had just spoken when he immediately shut his mouth.

He did not know the method of sound transmission, and he feared this voice had been heard by the Outer Realm.

Sure enough, within the Observation Area, a chorus of boos erupted.

Even the stupidest Audience member understood the cause and effect.

"Forget it, it's boring; I'll just send you off to a Dream."

Chen Yan spoke, and a series of Cold Frost, blooming like lotus flowers, erupted from the Long Spear in his hand; thousands of Frost Shards burst from the tip of the spear, swirling outward along the shaft.

Buzz!

In an instant, a surge of Extreme Piercing True Intent enveloped the Arena.

"Let me see if your Blade Intent is as much of a Waste as you are."

Chen Yan spoke indifferently, yet in this moment, he gave Qiu Wei a chance to strike.

"You!"

The trembling look in Qiu Wei's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a final Ferociousness.

Bing Yi actually wanted to collide True Intents with him.

Qiu Wei took a deep breath and closed his Frost Mo.

He was terrified, he was panicked, but he was also a genius.

Fifth on the Heavenly Pride list, First Grade Late Stage Blade Intent.

"I have come all this way; I cannot say much about myself, but my Blade Intent is the crystallization of all my emotions."

Qiu Wei's voice calmed down; perhaps he would lose, but his Blade Intent could not lose.

This was his True Intent.

"During a Thunder and Rain day, I practiced Observation and Imagination of Heaven and Earth; everyone said I was a fool, but who would have thought, I actually succeeded."

Boom!

A sudden sound of Thunder erupted from the Arena, and the few terrified and anxious Gold Rank Fighters on the side scrambled to the very edge of the Arena as if fleeing for their lives.

Qiu Wei's Thunder Blade Intent was, after all, extremely famous.

This was, after all, a collision of True Intents.

They did not want to be caught in the crossfire.

Beneath the Mask, Chen Yan's Frost Mo narrowed slightly as he looked at Qiu Wei opposite him.

Between the opponent's blades, faint Thunder light was flickering; within the Po Saint Realm, there was no black light representing Elemental Energy.

Instead, it was white light representing True Intent Energy.

That meant these streaks of Thunder light were condensed from True Intent.

This was getting interesting.

"It's coming!"

Qiu Wei let out a Low Roar; at this moment, his Round Eyes widened, a sense of ferocity surged, and he aimed his Long Blade at Chen Yan and struck.

Crack!

The sudden Thunder seemed as if it would tear a person's eardrums apart.

Time seemed to stand still.

All sounds from the Observation Area disappeared, and the bodies of all the Fighters still Howling on the Arena froze.

Space became a dead thing, solidified in this instant.

Yet, a single blade fell with determination.

In a split second, the Lightning was like a waterfall, electric arcs scattering everywhere, illuminating the surroundings like broad daylight!

Its killing momentum was like a wild dragon emerging from the sea, carrying Wind Element and Thunder Element, stabbing toward Chen Yan with a force that could crush anything!

A trace of a Smile appeared at the corner of Qiu Wei's mouth; perhaps he would not be able to keep his Monthly Points.

Or perhaps he would be mocked by everyone after today.

But in this instant, he was happy.

The Blade Intent beneath this strike of his seemed to have gained an even more unique flavor.

Even if Bing Yi was extremely powerful, he would likely be severely injured by his Blade Intent.

All in all, it could be considered as having saved a shred of his dignity.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz!

A thick and low buzzing sound suddenly resounded.

While the Thunder light between Qiu Wei and Bing Yi had not yet vanished, the battle of this moment had not yet ended.

Qiu Wei's Mu Guang suddenly shrank.

He only saw a ray of light at the extreme point suddenly pierce through his Blade Intent.

And then it disappeared.

Pfft!

A spray of blood burst from Qiu Wei's Belly; as the sensation of pain arrived, Qiu Wei stared blankly at his own Belly.

He did not know when, but a blood-mouthed wound the size of a thumb had appeared there.

"Uh..."

Qiu Wei covered his wound; beneath the Mask, his Mouth hung wide open, the pain twisting his facial expression.

Tap, tap, tap...

Footsteps approached; it was Bing Yi, stepping forward on the Ice Seal.

Qiu Wei clutched his stomach, his breathing difficult at this moment:

"Bing Yi, you..."

Boom!

Chen Yan kicked out with one Foot, and Qiu Wei was sent flying out of the Arena.

"It was my mistake to have expectations; your Knife intent is indeed as much of a Waste as you are."

PS: Regarding the writer's block.

I really didn't intend to have writer's block; everyone, think back to yesterday—if I had only updated one Chapter, would that be writer's block?

What about two Chapters?

Wouldn't it still be the same writer's block?

Three Chapters, adding up to eight thousand six hundred characters.

Even if I wrote four Chapters and counted this one as part of yesterday, look, wouldn't it still be writer's block?

Therefore, everyone, think carefully; perhaps it isn't me who wants the writer's block at all?

I don't want writer's block; I only have ten Fingers, and I'm still Six-Finger Zen.

It is time and my body that are blocking me; before time, Ten Thousand Things are equal.