Chapter 158: A Helpless Move

Ke Hua Rong saw this, his pupils constricted slightly, he gripped his big blade tightly and swung it toward Shiziwen's direction!

Boom—

The blade instantly collided violently with the seal condensed from the dark element.

But soon, the dark element instantly turned into countless black streams of light, rushing toward Ke Hua Rong's direction!

Ke Hua Rong frowned, then immediately raised his blade to meet the attack.

During this time, Shiziwen continuously condensed several powerful seals, heading toward Ke Hua Rong.

Ke Hua Rong raised his blade to block.

Shiziwen moved, and in the moment he raised his hand, his palm had already gathered surging dark power, which he unleashed with a palm strike!

Bang!

With a loud bang, the black giant palm seal Shiziwen had condensed collided with Ke Hua Rong's great blade, intertwining together!

Boom boom boom!

"You cannot defeat me." Ke Hua Rong lowered his brows and eyes, "You'd better admit defeat early."

After saying that, Ke Hua Rong exerted all his strength in a sweep; the huge blade shadow formed in midair instantly smashed heavily onto Shiziwen's body, knocking him back a distance.

Ke Hua Rong took advantage of his victory to pursue, flashing forward and arriving before the one-eyed youth, about to raise his blade to strike—

Suddenly, an anomaly occurred!

In the darkness, several strands of rope formed from dark elemental power wrapped around Ke Hua Rong's feet, yanking him backward!

Ke Hua Rong's face changed.

But soon, he felt a corrosive sharp pain coming from his ankles.

Ke Hua Rong immediately swung his blade to cut, shaking apart the dark elemental power!

"Heavenly Net Seal!" Shiziwen thrust both palms forward; instantly, a huge black seal erupted from his palm, blasting Ke Hua Rong away!

Blood trickled from Ke Hua Rong's mouth as he lifted his head to stare at the extremely disheveled, deathly pale one-eyed youth before him, then he let out a scornful laugh.

"You really underestimated me."

Before his words even finished, the two resumed fighting together.

Although Shiziwen was still suppressed by Ke Hua Rong, he now had many opportunities to counterattack.

Gradually, Ke Hua Rong also accumulated many wounds.

Their battle actually lasted about half an hour.

This was the longest-lasting duel so far.

The Dual Extremes Sect Master sitting on the high platform had a grim expression.

How could his disciple lose to an unknown nobody!

But soon, the result of this battle arrived.

——Shiziwen won a bitter victory.

Because Shiziwen actually expended his essence and blood, also giving his all to strike Ke Hua Rong, knocking him off the stage.

The one-eyed youth's hair was disheveled and messy, almost covering half his face; his features grew increasingly blurry in the night, only that one eye radiating an indescribable light.

It was ambition, stubbornness, grimness, and unwillingness to lose.

His white sect attire was almost soaked through with blood.

He clung on until the referee announced the result, then he staggered down the stage.

The surroundings were very quiet.

But the next moment, Cang Li's cheers came.

"Shiziwen junior brother, well done!"

"Shiziwen junior brother won!" The disciples of the Carefree Sect also reacted, shouting loudly in celebration.

And just as he stepped down from the stage and lifted his head, he saw Yuan Yao and Cang Li, as well as the Carefree Sect disciples behind them.

"Shiziwen junior brother, you're amazing! You actually managed to turn the tide against the odds!"

"Let's not say more, quickly heal Shiziwen junior brother's wounds!"

"Shiziwen junior brother, I'll heal you!" Cang Li reached out and grabbed his shoulder, laughing heartily.

Shiziwen's expression was dull; he hadn't reacted yet when they pushed him forward.

They wanted to take him to the resting room in the Grand Competition venue to treat his wounds.

After he finally had some reaction, he began observing Cang Li and the others' expressions; upon realizing they were genuinely happy for him, his heart felt a little heavy.

Following that came a feeling both unfamiliar and familiar.

A warm current surged in his heart.

Shiziwen seemed to recall something; he gave Yuan Yao, walking beside him, a complex glance, pursed his dry lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "I can heal myself."

Cang Li frowned and disagreed: "Shiziwen junior brother, your injuries are serious and need careful handling. Moreover, you're not a healer—how could you treat wounds? If done improperly, it could damage your foundation!"

"No need." Shiziwen lowered his eyes.

His such persistence also silenced the Carefree Sect disciples surrounding him.

Shiziwen walked and walked, his body swaying on the verge of collapse, but he relied on his will and tense spirit to keep from falling or losing consciousness.

Upon reaching the door of the resting room, Yuan Yao finally spoke: "Shiziwen junior brother, let third senior brother heal your wounds."

Shiziwen's consciousness had already become hazy; upon suddenly hearing Yuan Yao's voice, he lifted his gaze, and the white-clad girl before him turned blurry.

He was just about to bite his own tongue tip, when suddenly—

A heavy blow struck the back of his neck.

"Ugh..." Shiziwen's vision went black, and he instantly lost consciousness.

He was supported by two Carefree Sect disciples.

"Little junior sister, this…" the Carefree Sect disciples looked toward the one who struck Shiziwen.

Yuan Yao blinked, "His injury must be treated immediately, or his life will be in danger. I'm forced to do this."

The Carefree Sect disciples, upon hearing, thought it was reasonable.

Shiziwen was already frail‑looking, and now with such a severe wound, he seemed on the brink of death…

"Third senior brother." Yuan Yao looked at Cang Li.

"Leave him to me!" Cang Li raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Then let's go back first," Yuan Yao said.

Cang Li nodded, "Wait for me when you get back."

Yuan Yao and the senior brothers and sisters returned to the waiting area.

As soon as they reached the waiting area, Song Yan and Xiao Lingwei asked about Shiziwen's condition.

Lu Xiangxiang, after hearing, looked at Yuan Yao again, becoming more convinced that Shiziwen had betrayed her.

She felt both sour and bitter inside.

"Shiziwen was clearly on my side!"

Yuan Yao suddenly asked, "Seventh junior sister, is it soon your turn to compete?"

Lu Xiangxiang recovered, smiling, "Yes."

She drew the lot number 140.

Unlike her previous life.

Because in her previous life she had drawn 235.

Thus, she also didn't know who her opponent would be.

About half an hour later.

Lu Xiangxiang took the stage, and she saw her opponent — Ye Li of the Thunder Sect.

Lu Xiangxiang's complexion slightly changed.

Ye Li is the second disciple of the Thunder Sect leader, his cultivation at the mid‑Golden Core Realm.

Ye Li bowed his hand toward Lu Xiangxiang.

"I am Ye Li of the Thunder Sect."

"Carefree Sect, Lu Xiangxiang." Lu Xiangxiang returned the salute.

Ye Li smiled, "I know you, third on the points leaderboard."

Lu Xiangxiang's smile was slightly stiff, because if not for Yuan Yao and Ying Wuji, she would be the top of the secret realm points leaderboard!

Third place?

Who cares.

When everyone saw that the two on the arena were these people, they couldn't help but be startled.

"You all say, who would win between Thunder Sect's Ye Li and Carefree Sect's Lu Xiangxiang?"

"It should be Ye Li, their cultivation is mid‑Golden Core Realm."

"Not necessarily, I always feel Lu Xiangxiang's strength surpasses, and she should have many hidden cards."

"Don't underestimate Ye Li either."

Meanwhile, Yuan Yao asked the person beside her, Ying Wuji, "Youngest Senior Brother, who do you think will win?"