Chapter 514: Turning Defeat into Victory

So you're a Demon Cultivator! But kid, your realm is too low; you should concede early!

A gray‑robed youth of Heavenly Gang Triple, arm crossed over his chest, spoke leisurely to Mo Ya, clearly not taking him seriously.

Mo Ya also knew that the geniuses here could fight across realms, so his chances against a Martial Cultivator of higher realm were slim.

But he was unafraid. He liked battling those stronger than him, believing it would make him improve.

Thus, seeing his opponent disdain him and not strike first, he simply launched a strong attack himself.

The gray‑robed man sneered, immediately unleashed his Heavenly Gang Domain, and regardless of Mo Ya's technique, rammed it forward with the domain.

This is the principle of a single force breaking myriad methods. No matter how confounding, I won't unravel it; I simply use a higher realm to smash straight through, crushing the opponent's attacks with raw power.

Mo Ya was forced into a steady retreat. Each collision cost him heavily; if he kept being rammed, his Demon Qi would be shattered.

All that Demon Qi was actually his cultivated Heavenly Gang Domain, "Demon Wind Mist Shadow."

But now his Heavenly Gang Domain faced a far stronger opponent, and the brute‑force clash nullified its advantage.

Fortunately the arena was large enough for him to dodge. In a smaller arena, he would already have been driven to the edge and forced to concede.

"Mo Ya's Heavenly Gang Domain has become his weakness. This confounding‑type domain is advantageous against peers, but against a stronger foe, a brute‑force clash is useless."

Ye Liuyun watched for a while and saw the clue. If Mo Ya had no other means, defeat was inevitable.

Just as Ye Liuyun was thinking, Mo Ya suddenly changed tactics and withdrew his Heavenly Gang Domain.

Mo Ya also realized this, so he retracted his domain, allowing the opponent's Heavenly Gang Domain to envelop him.

Seeing this, the gray‑robed man intensified his attack, trying to press the advantage and secure the win quickly.

Wow!

When Mo Ya entered the gray‑robed man's Heavenly Gang Domain, the attack intensified; a palm struck his chest, spitting blood, and his sternum visibly caved in.

Hmph, a Demon Cultivator dares to show up. If you still won't know your place and refuse to concede, even if I kill you it won't break the rules!

The gray‑robed man thought Mo Ya, badly wounded, should now concede.

It's not that Mo Ya's talent is weak. Though he once thrived in the Ancient Demon Sect, across the Cangyun Continent his background and cultivation resources can't compare to the other geniuses here.

Nevertheless, Mo Ya didn't give up; he gathered all his strength for a desperate gamble. This was his first battle in the Cangyun Martial Competition, and he didn't want to end in defeat.

Mo Ya gritted his teeth, drew his bone knife, and his entire True Essence was abruptly siphoned away by it.

Seeing he still wanted to fight, the gray‑robed man warned, "Kid, if you still don't concede, even if I kill you I won't be punished!"

At the same time, a blood‑colored steel fork materialized in his hand, its blood‑slaying aura soaring, and he thrust it at Mo Ya.

"Ten Thousand Bones Wither!"

Pale‑faced Mo Ya strained to raise the bone knife. The True Essence it had absorbed was instantly released, and a gloomy, jet‑black Demon Qi formed a snarling skull in the air.

The skull's hollow eyes stared at the black‑robed man, as if sneering, then emitted countless shrill ghostly cries and surged toward the blood fork.

"That bone knife must be a Divine Rank weapon!" Ye Liuyun, seeing its ferocity, instantly realized Mo Ya was burning True Essence to activate this Divine Artifact. Otherwise, with Mo Ya's realm and True Essence Quality, he couldn't power a Divine Rank treasure.

Sure enough, once the artifact appeared, Mo Ya turned defeat into victory.

The ferocious Demon Qi skull shattered the blood fork's True Essence, then blasted the black‑robed man dozens of zhang away, leaving him unconscious. His Heavenly Gang Domain then gradually dissipated.

"He actually won!"

The spectators in the North District had assumed Mo Ya would lose, but at the last moment he reversed defeat into victory.

The Cangyun Martial Competition places no limits on the grades of weapons and treasures Martial Cultivators may use, and even pets, Kuailei and other aids are permitted.

In their view, these are also opportunities for Martial Cultivators, and such opportunities constitute part of a cultivator's strength.

Thus one can see the Cangyun Alliance does not cling to tradition; it values the cultivators' fortunes highly, even making the contest for fortune a reward for the victor.

Although Mo Ya won this battle, the cost was huge. If he cannot promptly restore his True Essence and heal, he is doomed to lose the next fight, perhaps even miss out on the Cangyun Martial Competition altogether.

But Mo Ya didn't dwell on it. Even if he can only fight once, as long as he gives his all, that's enough to answer to himself.

"Won!"

Mo Ya's complexion was grim, yet his face brimmed with madness and excitement.

Ye Liuyun also admired Mo Ya's wild vigor, nodding at him in encouragement.

After winning, Mo Ya's points rose by fifty, and his points projection glimmered slightly brighter thanks to an extra strand of fortune.

On the North District arena, Mo Ya's life‑or‑death fight spurred the other geniuses.

The subsequent battles grew even more intense, with these young geniuses giving their all to fully showcase their strength.

Until a moment when Ye Liuyun's Token began to hum and tremble, he halted his cultivation and rose.

"Finally it's my turn to step onto the stage!"

Ye Liuyun's mood instantly surged with excitement. In such an atmosphere, any young person would be thrilled, and he was no exception.

Swish!

Ye Liuyun flashed, vanished from the spot, and reappeared already standing on the arena.

His opponent was a youth who seemed only a year or two older, dressed in a blue robe, wielding a golden great halberd.

"The first battle must not be lost!"

At that moment, their thoughts coincided perfectly.

Wan Shan, gripping his halberd, stared at Ye Liuyun's Golden Pupil with boiling blood, his blood‑line power and whole‑body True Essence erupting, ready to strike at any moment.