Chapter 56: One Against Two

The value of this first place is quite high; basically it represents the number one person among the younger generation within the entire Heavenly Fortune Nine Prefectures!

This first place also represents a lofty status and abundant cultivation resources.

If the Prince takes a liking to you, you'll become a respected palace guard! At least future success and promotion are guaranteed!

Seeing that no one dared to challenge further, the Steward Elder also announced the end of the first round. Then he had the three arena chiefs gather on the second viewing platform in the middle.

Tong Lei flew over using the Lingkong Art, while Ye Liuyun flashed his body, disappearing from the third arena and reappearing already standing on the second arena.

He who acts later arrives first; his speed is far greater than Tong Lei's.

Ye Liuyun had grown bored waiting. Seeing that the subsequent matches were about to begin, he became excited and revealed his Lingkong Art.

"What incredible speed! How did he get past?"

"What kind of movement technique is this? It's so mysterious!"

The crowd on the stands gasped again.

Qi Xiong was so shocked his eyes almost popped out!

"A spatial movement technique! Could this kid have mastered the power of space?"

After saying that, even he himself couldn't believe it.

Lu Wei shook his head. "I don't know. Since I've known this kid, he's constantly given me surprises. Every time I thought that was his full strength, he later reveals even greater strength."

Tong Lei and Yu Wenlong's expressions also became more solemn. They now had to admit that Ye Liuyun is absolutely a formidable opponent; in the upcoming battle, they must give it their all!

Hearing the crowd's discussion, Ye Liuyun also somewhat embarrassedly rubbed his nose!

I acted rashly!

It seems my training is still insufficient; I actually acted so impulsively!

At that moment, the Steward Elder's voice sounded.

"The rule for the final round is: there are no rules! Whoever ends up standing on the platform is the first!"

"Uh... that works too!" Ye Liuyun obviously hadn't expected there to be such a rule for the match!

"Match start!" The Steward Elder didn't give them more time to consider, directly announcing the start of the match.

Meanwhile, Tong Lei and Yu Wenlong both drew their weapons at the same time.

Tong Lei's weapon is a long spear, Yu Wenlong's is a sword; both are middle-grade Mysterious Tier weapons.

Ye Liuyun saw this and also drew his blade. However, his weapon is only a supreme-grade Yellow Tier weapon, two grades lower than theirs.

The spectators below immediately burst into light laughter: "No wonder he's from a backwater place!"

Most of them, even their lowest-grade weapons are low-grade Mysterious Tier; only someone like Ye Liuyun, who comes from a backwater place, uses a Yellow Tier weapon.

Lei Ming saw these people mocking Ye Liuyun, so she bared her teeth at them in threat, but her cute appearance only drew more laughter.

Ye Liuyun, however, didn't care at all. Since he grasped Blade Intent, he knew that even an ordinary blade, under his Blade Intent, makes little difference.

Each of his strikes focuses on that domineering intent, rather than competing by grade.

No matter how high-grade the blade, if its artistic conception is lacking, in front of him it's just trash!

Tong Lei and Yu Wenlong exchanged a glance and sent via Divine Sense Transmission Voice: "Should we take him out first?"

Next, everyone saw them both nod simultaneously, then turn their gazes together toward Ye Liuyun.

Ye Liuyun immediately understood their intention, smiled faintly, and didn't pay much heed. Before Blade Intent, one or two opponents make little difference—unless they too have cultivated Sword Intent and Spear Intent.

But Ye Liuyun clearly felt no such intent from them.

Only then did Tong Lei speak: "Country bumpkin! Your strength is indeed not bad! But the first-place position isn't something you can handle! Get down quickly, lest we strike you!"

In his view, giving Ye Liuyun an early warning already counts as mercy!

Yu Wenlong heard that and froze for a moment. Although he agreed to jointly deal with Ye Liuyun, it was because Ye Liuyun is too strong, not because he looks down on Ye Liuyun.

Ye Liuyun saw this and also asked Yu Wenlong: "Do you share his view?"

Yu Wenlong slowly shook his head: "I only want to defeat you and take first place!"

Ye Liuyun nodded and said nothing more.

"Alas! This is the fate of those without background! No matter how strong your strength, it's useless!"

"In the Heavenly Fortune Royal Mansion, could background be more important than strength? I feel a bit disappointed!"

"It's all the same everywhere. Background is also a kind of strength! Who let them have a good father!"

Opinions on Tong Lei's conduct were mixed, but everyone also felt sorry for Ye Liuyun.

Ye Liuyun, however, looked at Tong Lei with amusement, a faint smile on his face.

"Kid, what kind of look is that?"

Tong Lei sensed something odd and asked Ye Liuyun.

Ye Liuyun laughed: "I'll let you rest a bit longer, so you won't die unwillingly later!"

Ha!

Ye Liuyun's single remark caused the onlooking crowd to erupt in an uproar.

"Holy shit! This kid's gone mad? In this situation he still dares to provoke!"

"Cross-tier combat, and still one versus two! He really dares to do that!"

Only Lu Wei shook his head helplessly: "Tong Lei is doomed! I know this kid too well!"

Qi Xiong said indifferently: "Those wealthy heirs who flaunt their background—if they die, they die; what's there to regret? Better they die, so they don't tarnish the reputation of our Heavenly Fortune Royal Mansion!"

Tong Lei on the arena glared ferociously and shouted: "Are you tired of living?" He then gave Yu Wenlong a look, and both of their auras surged sharply.

Ye Liuyun's body also simultaneously erupted with a powerful aura.

This aura, like an aura field, surrounded him, growing stronger and stronger; a supreme domineering intent suddenly appeared and continued to rise sharply.

Tong Lei and Yu Wenlong had both been executing middle-grade Mysterious Tier weapon techniques, preparing to unleash their strongest strike.

But when the three of their auras collided, theirs were instantly crushed, and Ye Liuyun's domineering aura made them feel an urge to look up and worship.

At this moment, they all felt they were too insignificant, utterly lacking the strength to fight; this strike would cut them to pieces.

Both realized at once that they could not let Ye Liuyun gather his momentum any longer, or else they would lose the courage to attack and would immediately submit!

"Attack!" Tong Lei shouted, thrusting his spear; although his momentum was somewhat weaker, the attack of this middle-tier Mysterious Tier cultivation art was just as fierce.

A silver dragon flew out of the spear, straight toward Ye Liuyun.

Yu Wenlong also thrust out his sword; a cyan light shot toward Ye Liuyun with incomparable swiftness, without the slightest hesitation, and its power was equally undiminished!

At this moment, Ye Liuyun's expression was cold and indifferent, like a lofty king looking down on two ants, merely waving his blade casually.

Moreover, he did not use any movement technique to shift his body.

After he swung this blade, however, an enormous blade of light descended upon Tong Lei's head, while Yu Wenlong was merely enveloped by the light, not taking the blow head-on.

With a booming "Hong," a blinding Technique burst outward like an explosion, dazzling everyone's eyes!

After everyone recovered and looked again, Ye Liuyun was slowly sheathing his blade, then stood with his hands behind his back on the platform, his clothes unscathed.

Yu Wenlong, meanwhile, lay face-up on the ground, his body covered in sword cuts, blood flowing. Though not fatal, he kept twitching, still gripping a sword hilt, maintaining the posture of holding a sword.

As for Tong Lei's position, only a broken spear shaft remained, the surroundings splattered with blood and flesh.

Silence!

The entire competition field was so quiet that the fall of a needle could be heard.

Everyone held their breath, as if taking a single inhale would invite a deadly attack.