Chapter 641: So beautiful, don't you dare die

"How is it?"

Emperor Jian Shi gazed at the two tornadoes entangled in mid-air, asking the martial artist eunuch beside him.

A fair-skinned, chubby eunuch bowed slightly; anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that this man had already stepped into the Ninth Rank realm.

"This servant is far inferior."

"How can that be? You are also Ninth Rank. Being of the same rank, how can you be 'far inferior'?" Emperor Jian Shi frowned.

"Although we are both Ninth Rank, this servant certainly could not sustain such a suicidal fighting style for so long. This fighting style of Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen—let alone never having seen it before, there will never be another. I originally thought these two would decide the victor within twenty moves. Who could have imagined they would fight for nearly a hundred moves and still be entangled? It looks like Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen can hold on for at least another hundred moves."

No wonder he had the confidence to challenge a peak Ninth Rank martial artist.

Emperor Jian Shi felt a bit unconvinced and looked toward the other martial artist eunuchs.

The eunuchs shook their heads one after another. Whether Ninth Rank or Eighth Rank, they all had a clear realization at this moment: while they were also Ninth Rank, they definitely could not beat Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen.

Just this suicidal fighting style—being able to trade a hundred moves with a peak Ninth Rank martial artist without falling behind or showing signs of decline—even if they all joined forces, they might not be his match.

Can't win, can't win!

A person's greatest virtue is self-awareness!

Emperor Jian Shi was clearly very displeased. His subordinates lacked spirit; admitting defeat before even fighting was simply shameful.

He sulked to himself for a while, then asked, "Where is Eunuch Wei?"

"Does Your Majesty wish for Eunuch Wei to step forward? This servant will go release the signal immediately, and Eunuch Wei can arrive at once."

Emperor Jian Shi hesitated for a moment. "Go invite Wei Wubing. Lest someone say later that Jixia Academy is bullying others."

The few martial artist eunuchs didn't quite understand why His Majesty would be concerned for Jixia Academy.

However, since His Majesty had already given the order, there were naturally people who went out to release the signal to summon the Grandmaster Wei Wubing.

Compared to Emperor Jian Shi's gloom and displeasure, the Heir Chen Guanfu gradually relaxed his body and eased his mood. He didn't know how Chen Guanlou managed it, but as things stood, even if he couldn't win, a draw shouldn't be a problem. Looking forward to Master Qi being beaten until he vomited blood and was injured was also something to anticipate.

The Chief Steward thought more deeply, whispering in the Heir's ear, "I fear Chen Guanlou truly possesses a rare treasure. Under normal circumstances, he would have lost long ago; it is impossible for him to have held on until now."

"Even if he harbors a rare treasure, it is the good fortune of our Chen family. If he is unwilling to speak of it, I, as the Heir, can fully understand. Do not create complications. Arrange for people to keep an eye on those few families; do not let them set their sights on Chen Guanlou. As the Chen family's eldest son and future clan leader, I must naturally share the worries of my clansmen, clear obstacles for the outstanding disciples of our Chen clan, and let them have no worries, so they can focus on practicing martial arts and pursuing the peak of the Martial Path."

Chen Guanfu was considering the problem entirely from the position of a clan leader, thinking of the long term rather than personal interests.

"The Heir is right."

Chen Guanfu gazed at the mid-air. "Since Chen Guanlou will not be defeated, tell those families that it is time to fulfill their previous promises."

"Would that be a bit too hasty?"

"No!" After Chen Guanfu finished speaking, he suddenly smiled. "Jixia Academy is about to go downhill. The Chen family has torn open a huge gap for everyone; when the time comes, everyone will swarm up to take a bite. By rights, they should pay our Chen family sufficient 'benefit fees'. Otherwise, I, the Heir, am not a kind-hearted person."

The Chief Steward received the order and hurried off to handle the matter.

Chen Guanlou, risking the cost of being half-dead and half-crippled, assumed a posture of seeking life through death as he killed toward Master Qi.

Master Qi was furious.

It was merely a martial arts spar; why the need for a life-and-death struggle? This boy's temperament was tough yet vicious, and he was strange in every way; he absolutely could not be left alive.

Master Qi developed a murderous intent.

In fact, from the very beginning, Master Qi had wanted to kill Chen Guanlou. Killing to establish prestige was more effective than any other method.

Yet Chen Guanlou was an anomaly; no matter how he tried to kill him, he couldn't die. He vomited blood mouthful by mouthful, yet the more he fought, the stronger he became, as if he possessed inexhaustible power.

Master Qi was so frustrated he nearly vomited three liters of blood.

That archaic blade technique, open and closing, was entirely composed of killing moves.

One was getting stronger the more he fought, the other was exhausted from running for his life; the gap between the two was gradually narrowing.

Transforming his palm into a blade, he slashed down with a palm, and Chen Guanlou took it head-on.

Master Qi, unsurprisingly, withstood it, but also vomited blood. His internal organs churned; within his body, it felt as if fire were burning, lightning striking, and axes hacking.

"What kind of strange cultivation art is this?"

Master Qi no longer dared to be contemptuous and brought out his signature skills to kill back.

Seeing that things were not looking good, Chen Guanlou decisively turned and fled. Having fought for a hundred moves, he felt slightly exhausted and needed to slow down.

"Thief, where are you fleeing! Today, I, this old man, shall use your head as an offering to Heaven."

"Old man, stop spouting big talk. With your strength, you dare to brag so shamelessly? Could it be that your cultivation was all gained through bragging?"

Ah ah ah...

Master Qi was so angry that the wild winds danced chaotically.

An unlucky spectator was swept into mid-air, then fell heavily, losing half their life in an instant.

One fleeing and one chasing, the two demonic winds flew away in the blink of an eye. The Jixia Academy plaza recovered from blocking out the sky and sun to being bright and sunny in an instant, the wind stopping. If not for the messy state of the plaza, with withered branches, fallen leaves, scattered stones, and dust, one would have thought nothing had happened at all.

Everyone stood up, stretching their necks to look up.

"Where are the people?"

"Where did they go?"

"Fighting and fighting, and then the people are gone? What kind of business is this?"

"Quickly send people to chase."

"Wei Wubing!"

"This servant is here!"

"Hurry and intercept those two, and bring them back. Why fight to the death in a spar? Do not damage the harmony."

With Emperor Jian Shi's order, Wei Wubing received the command and left; in the blink of an eye, he had disappeared into the horizon.

"They couldn't have been beaten to death, could they!"

"That young brother surnamed Chen is so good-looking, he must not die!"

"Master Qi is bullying people too much. A peak Ninth Rank martial artist catching a young man and shouting to kill—he has no demeanor of a senior at all."

Chen Guanlou fled all the way south.

There was a great river to the south; he prepared to use a water escape and hide in the water to recover.

The Longevity Dao Fruit is good, but a person is not a perpetual motion machine.

He had to rest. As long as he was allowed to rest for a moment, he could trade another hundred moves with the old man surnamed Qi. He guaranteed he would beat the old man surnamed Qi until even his mother wouldn't recognize him.

"You two, temporarily extinguish your anger!"

A slightly calm voice exploded in his ears.

Chen Guanlou nearly lost his composure and fell from mid-air.

He recognized this voice; it was Eunuch Wei, Wei Wubing.

Clearly, Master Qi also recognized Wei Wubing.

Chen Guanlou was very straightforward, stopping on a tree branch. "Since Senior Wei has come in person, this junior will naturally comply." He took the opportunity to recuperate, not afraid of the old man surnamed Qi shamelessly chasing him to fight. Once he was recuperated, he would also let the old man surnamed Qi witness the power of a young man beating an old master to death with chaotic punches.

Master Qi naturally had to give Wei Wubing face and paused the pursuit.

"How does Eunuch Wei have the leisure today? Could it be that you also came to join in the fun?" Master Qi had fought until he was fired up, so his tone naturally wasn't very good.

Wei Wubing appeared calmly between the two. "His Majesty has ordered this one to bring you two back. Today's spar will have its own public verdict."

"Does Eunuch Wei mean to tell us to stop fighting? But the victor has not yet been decided; this old man thinks we must continue fighting. Boy of the Chen family, what do you think? If you are afraid, then admit defeat in front of Eunuch Wei, and this old man will reluctantly spare you." ===== CHAPTER 642 =====