Chapter 276

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

"Will win."

Bai E took a deep breath, raised his foot, and walked onto the stage.

He stood still, looking at the man dressed in a black-gold dragon robe, standing with hands clasped behind his back.

The voices from the commentary booth had stopped at some unknown point.

The audience stands also fell silent; not a single cough could be heard in the dark mass of people.

The Xianzhou Emperor personally taking the field — a once-in-a-thousand-years sight.

"Scum!"

Xing Xiao sat in the Absolute Extinction Monarch's viewing stand, her gaze carving over like a knife, instantly locking onto the patch of red flush on the back of Xuan Ge's neck that hadn't yet faded.

"Exactly, exactly." Huan Long immediately chimed in.

"You're not allowed to say that about him! Only I get to say that!"

Xing Xiao shot a cold glance over, her eye-knives scraping across Huan Long's face.

"Watch your own little fox properly, stop doing sneaky things."

"Tch~" Huan Long rolled her eyes at her, turned around, and looked at Ting Yun beside her.

Ting Yun was leisurely shaking her small fan; sensing Huan Long's gaze, the fan snapped shut with a *pa*.

"What are you looking at me for? Only you guys get to eat, I don't? This little woman has also been relying on His Majesty for a long time now~~"

"True. After all, you're the little fox who can dig pits while looking at Xuan Ge's photos." Huan Long sneered.

"You!" Ting Yun's face flushed red instantly, her fan snapping open with a *Brush* to cover half her face, "You peeked at my memories!"

"Shut up!" Fen Feng finally couldn't hold back.

Avoid avoid people walk huh — this talk private say okay huh — here still have he a male!

"By the way, who's your opponent?" Huan Long turned her head and asked.

Fen Feng's opponent column had been empty the whole time, as if he were the true arena guardian; whoever wins to the end earns the qualification to stand before him.

But then again, who fights Fen Feng? That one called Huang Quan? Or could it be —

"Either Xuan Ge personally takes the field, or it's those few. Is that hard to guess?" Fen Feng crossed his arms, "Might really go as Xuan Ge said — I fight Gui Ji."

"Hahahaha—" Huan Long couldn't hold it in, directly laughing out loud.

She still remembered that year going to Shen Wu Xian Zhou with Gui Ji to "rescue" Xing Xiao, only for Xuan Ge to kill his way out halfway, carrying Gui Ji like a little chick across an entire Xing Xi.

"Oh~ Huan Long, is this very funny?" The corner of Xing Xiao's mouth hooked up slightly, her eyes containing only a layer of cold, icy frost.

".... Not funny." Huan Long coughed lightly, tactfully stifling her laughter.

She and Gui Ji had ruined Xing Xiao's good thing.

This debt, Xing Xiao has remembered to this day.

Originally Xing Xiao had a high probability of directly forcing Xuan Ge into marriage, becoming his first woman.

Then she and Gui Ji suddenly showed up, giving Xuan Ge a perfect excuse to escape.

On the arena, Bai E raised his hand and unfastened his black robe.

"Oh~ has taste."

Xuan Ge looked at the yellow-purple colored Xianzhou xiarobe underneath, the corner of his brow lifting slightly, nodding in approval.

Bai E blanked for a moment, then also nodded.

He just felt this outfit was convenient enough to wear.

Not for matching, not for making a statement, purely to be able to move freely.

"Attack with all you've got. I'll remove Yin."

Xuan Ge waved a hand, stripping the power of Yin from himself and spreading it across the entire arena boundary, weaving it into an invisible membrane.

To prevent his attacks from being too heavy in a moment and dragging the audience stands in as well.

"The Yin that blocks everything, the Guo that can never be reached... huh." Bai E's gaze sharpened.

Lai Gu Shi had broken down Xuan Huang's power for him.

When Xuan Ge has Yin attached, your attacks can never touch him.

Beneath the Gods, one-on-one, no one can break Xuan Ge's defense — that is the cause and effect bestowed by the Hunt itself.

He took a deep breath, directly activating Divine Calamity Form.

Xuan Huang eight hundred years ago could already pin down the undying Abundance Emissary Shu Hu and beat him.

If not for physical exhaustion, Shu Hu had no way to deal with him at all.

The only thing Shu Hu could do was wear him to death.

So he isn't preparing to probe; right from the start, it's full power!

"A bit interesting." Xuan Ge looked at the transforming Bai E, "You like this yellow-purple color scheme that much."

Ha Ji E, you guy, even transforming you have to mix in some yellow-purple, just how much do you like it.

"I am — the blazing sun that will eventually rise!"

Blinding golden light exploded with a *hong ran*; Bai E stepped out of the pillar of light in his peak state, golden patterns burning scorching tracks across his skin.

"Then! I am great righteousness!" Xuan Ge looked at Bai E's posture of boiling hot blood, and also followed his rhythm for a round of transformation.

The dragon robe shed, swapped for that set of general armor that had seen years of campaigning.

The twin-shouldered beasts, one joyful, one wrathful, looked down upon all directions.

He raised his hand in a beckoning gesture, and the Ya Jiao Long Spear stored with Fei Xiao tore through space, flying into his palm.

Blue-gold light erupted from the spear tip, lightning coiling around the shaft, stirring up a storm of thunder and lightning that dyed the entire arena's sky blue-gold.

"Xianzhou Huanxiao! Divine Martial Ten Thousand Miles!"

Around the spectator stands, the Shen Wu Corps and Cloud Cavalry Corps shouted in unison.

"Hmph~" Xuan Ge wore a confident smile, gripping the spear with one hand, his left fingers hooking toward Bai E — come at me.

Bai E gripped his greatsword tight, his figure turning into a golden afterimage, instantly closing the distance to Xuan Ge, a sword strike cleaving down onto the spear shaft.

A massive shockwave exploded from the collision point, instantly inflicting irreversible damage upon the arena.

"Not bad bearing. Strength's a bit lacking." Xuan Ge steadily caught this strike one-handed, his wrist not moving a fraction.

He didn't want to bully anyone, nor did he intend to suppress with his Path.

He prepared to meet Bai E with pure martial force.

Xuan Ge's great strength surged, and Bai E's sword was forcibly knocked away.

His gaze suddenly sharpened; the Ya Jiao traced half an arc in his hand, One Strike Thousand Troops sweeping horizontally straight for Bai E's chest.

"!!!"

Bai E's pupils violently contracted, desperately trying to track the spear tip's trajectory — too fast.

With a muffled boom, Bai E, sword and all, was slapped flying to the arena's edge, his whole body crashing into the wall.

He stood up again from the rubble, raising a hand to wipe blood from the corner of his mouth: "This move.... what's it called?"

"Pure strength is great." Xuan Ge hoisted the Ya Jiao onto his shoulder, laughing, "Otherwise how do you think I, with a mortal body, hard-shocked Shuhu back in the day?"

Bai E lowered his head to look at the weapon in his hand, already crawling with cracks.

If that slap just now had connected solidly, he'd probably have been smashed into pieces, east one chunk, west one chunk.

The reason he asked what this move was called was because there wasn't a trace of any Path in that attack.

Pure physical force, brute strength, hard to the point of utter unreason.

Xuan Ge also noticed the shattering of Bai E's weapon.

He raised his left hand, and a greatsword burning with flames appeared out of thin air, falling into his grasp.

He casually tossed it, the greatsword planting into the floor tiles before Bai E.

"This Huan Yu holds no beauty to be seen. You endured hardships to find this place, surely not just to keep me company and relieve my boredom."

Bai E looked at the burning greatsword before him, reaching out to grip the hilt.

On the viewing platform, Jing Yuan, Ren, Jing Liu, and Dan Heng's gazes simultaneously fell upon that sword, all falling silent together.

That was General Teng Xiao's weapon.

During the Shuhu Rebellion, General Teng Xiao fell in battle — it was Xuan Ge who took up this sword, left hand sword, right hand spear, clashing with Shuhu to the very last moment.

Xuan Ge twirled the Ya Jiao in his palm, "In your heart, there's surely something you can't get past, or someone you can't let go. Same for me."

Bai E gripped the hilt tight, walking toward Xuan Ge.

"I can't kill that son of a bitch Shuhu. No one can kill him — except himself. Only later did I understand, power is the only way."

Xuan Ge stood firm, raising his eyes to look at Bai E.

"You have no choice."

Bai E raised the greatsword, tip aimed at Xuan Ge.

Xuan Ge likewise leveled his spear tip at Bai E.

"I, also have none."

The instant the words landed, both figures erupted into motion simultaneously.

Spear and sword collided once more, sparks exploding into a rain across the air.

Xuan Ge's spear art never acted upon the weapon — he himself is the weapon.

Every spear thrust carries his body's center of gravity, every kick embedded in the rhythm of his footwork.

He found an opening, delivering a powerful flying kick.

Bai E crossed his sword to block, but his strength simply wasn't as great as Xuan Ge's; his whole body was kicked flying, flipping several somersaults midair before barely stabilizing.

Xuan Ge did not pursue.

He reversed his grip on the spear butt, feet planting slightly into a horse stance, Qi sinking to dantian — gathering power.

A sense of utmost danger crawled up Bai E's heart.

He gritted his teeth, erupting with Destruction's power, his whole body like a golden comet smashing toward Xuan Ge, he had to interrupt this strike before the power gathering completed.

Halfway there, his expression suddenly changed.

Can't tank it, must dodge sideways — but too late.

"Tian Shi!!!!"

One second before the Qi wave occurred, Xuan Ge's arena-fixing poem rang out across the arena.

"Soul-tugging dreams sway wind and clouds, heart rounds Huan Yu three realms heaven!"

At this moment Xuan Ge's momentum in Bai E's eyes fulfilled the eruption condition; Bai E understood, he no longer had any chance to stop the momentum's birth.

Unrestricted Qi wave, like a nuclear explosion, a sky-shaking boom resounded across the arena.

The floor beneath Xuan Ge's feet turned to ashes in the Qi wave.

The Qi wave's location left a massive crater as if crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.

The Star Sky Martial Arts competition arena directly collapsed; amid the ruins, Bai E, who had exhausted all his strength protecting himself, leaned powerlessly against broken stones.

His whole body's skin, under that massive blade Qi, became damaged beyond repair, streaks of blood scent emanating from him.

Xuan Ge, with only his armor scratched, appeared before Bai E; Bai E immediately forced himself to no longer rely on the rubble, standing upright and proper before Xuan Ge.

The so-called "momentum" is "great force."

Launching indiscriminate physical attacks against the enemy before him, even he himself is not exempt under this momentum.

But Xuan Ge's armor was crafted by Ying Xing; its ability to withstand damage is better than nothing.

Xuan Ge is still in peak condition; he can completely continue fighting, but Bai E seems unable to continue.

That is to say..... Correct, Xuan Ge won!

The strongest martial power, inscribed upon the universe.