Chapter 250: Champion

The morning mushroom does not know the beginning and end of the month, and the cicada does not know the spring and autumn.

Pei Ye grasped the hilt of his sword, the blood on the corner of his mouth was not yet dry, and his face was still pale.

For the young man, this was also not an easy and relaxed battle.

He had always been suppressing his anger, and he had also used the most serious attitude.

The Jin Qiu Martial Arts Competition was truly something he had prepared for a long time and looked forward to for a long time. This was the first formal ring test in his life. Putting down those things that could make him win without suspense, he went to fight a battle steadily and seriously. This was not only respect for the martial arts competition but also responsibility for his own cultivation.

Of course, things are unpredictable. Sometimes he had to give up his original plans for some more important things.

Sometimes it is not necessary.

On the ring.

Following the falling of the words, Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's eyes suddenly turned red, and his gaze almost bit onto Pei Ye's face. This sentence was like a heavy hammer against his heart. The boiling blood squeezed out violently drowned his brain. He struggled to stand up and struggle, like a jumping live shrimp, but the strength was violently washed away by the intense fire in his chest and abdomen the moment it gathered.

But the next moment, the man's ferocious and twisted face froze.

He saw with coldness all over his body that the white blade that had just brought the stunning sword did not stop at all. The sharpness flashed across his field of vision, and the bloody meaning in it made his neck suddenly feel a chilling coldness!

Pei Ye slashed a sword at Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's throat.

Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's pupils shrank to needle points, and his heart suddenly clenched into a ball of stiffness.

He wants to kill me!!

All the anger was extinguished by the cold water of thoroughness in this instant. Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong resisted the scorching fire in his injured body, and his Qi exploded in his body regardless of everything. For a time, he actually broke free from the young man's control under his feet.

But that sword was much faster than him.

Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong looked at the sword tip approaching his throat in despair. Anger, horror, disbelief... countless emotions squeezed into a ball and exploded in his heart.

Why?!

This is on the ring!!

He really couldn't figure out this matter, but in terms of life and death, any "unreasonableness" did not have a chance to come again. The young man in front of him did not hesitate at all, only expressionless, coldly swinging his sword.

He did not reveal murderous intent in that Intent Sword just now, but only suddenly made trouble after the battle had ended and everyone's mood was relaxing. It was clearly not a temporary intention, but a long-prepared plan.

This sword was too fast and too caught off guard. Luo Luo Defeng suddenly crashed the chair railing, shrank his pupils, and went down. A teacup had already brought up wind and thunder and flew over first, but the old man who was weak and powerless did not move slower than him at all.

Raising his sword and flying, a sword Qi first crashed the teacup, exploding a surging Qi wave of five zhang in the sky above the martial arts field, and then he had already blocked in front of Luo Luo Defeng.

Luo Luo Defeng almost used injury and life, staring with wide eyes, breaking out from Li Li Weiru's blockade, but in the moment before he stepped onto the ring, Pei Ye's sword tip had already pierced through Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's blocking hand and forced onto his throat.

Although he was a master and elder who had stepped into the Mystic Gate Realm, he was powerless at this time.

But in this instant, another quiet, soundless teacup as fast as soft light swept across the distance from the high platform to the ring.

With a light "ding," it knocked on Pei Ye's long sword, forcing it to the side gently and unstoppably.

The old man was in time to block Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong at that time, and naturally he was also in time to block Pei Ye at this time.

Above the high platform, Sui Sui Zaihua said: "Victory or defeat—"

Pei Ye suddenly loosened his sword and advanced again, stepping firmly on Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong who had just broken free from under his feet. The fire surged in, but in the next moment, the teacup had already forced onto his chest again, forcing him away.

"—has been decided." Sui Sui Zaihua's tone was clearly frozen.

On the ring, Pei Ye looked at the man lying on the ground with bulging eyes and mouth wide open in painful silence, and shook his sword body with a "clang."

Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's entire right arm was already as red as blood.

The entire venue was silent.

Until this time, the artistic conception that shrouded a hundred zhang faded from the sky. White clouds were high and distant, the sun was bright, and the fine wind combed through his head and face. This was an ordinary afternoon in autumn. The heart-shaking wonderfulness just now was like a dream.

Countless people looked at the two figures, one standing and one lying on the stage, quiet and motionless.

The man curled up on the ground holding his arm, his sword abandoned, his cloak scattered, his face collapsed, and his head messy. He could no longer stand up. The blue-clothed figure stood with his sword, blood still staining his front, but the young man stood like a bamboo.

Everyone recalled everything that had just happened.

Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong used the true Intent Sword. The complete Ghost Life Realm showed everyone its true strength. The kind of irresistible withering together almost made people lose the will to resist. And all of this poured down on the young man who was tottering.

It should have been an end.

The Shang Young Master who had lost face twice should have found his strength and demeanor back in this sword.

However, the majestic Ghost Realm fell like the sea, and the mysterious and irresistible power was like a ghost and immortal, but it was dismantled by the young man's simple sword.

Everyone was completely stunned by this scene and couldn't speak.

There was no more magical power, nor any stronger sword move. It was just light clothing and a single sword. With one point, everything collapsed. When the heavy, dark, cold, and sea-like sea fell in front of him, it had already turned into countless light and floating flowers that brushed past.

No one saw how this change happened, but they all felt the stiffness and collapse of the Ghost Realm, like the sour softness of being stabbed in the heart joint.

But before this, no one had felt that this artistic conception had any heart and joint.

It was so strong, so ghostly, so irresistible, how could such a fatal weakness exist?

But the young man saw it clearly and accurately hit it.

This almost represented one of the most fascinating charms of the sword—facing the sea with the sword, facing the mountain with the sword, the lonely and fragile body, the thin and slender sharp weapon, facing the majestic and irresistible power, there was no stronger power to collide head-on, but floating through the body, the clothes were not stained, and the mountains and seas had already collapsed.

Precisely because the flesh is truly fragile and ordinary, and the long sword is truly ordinary, made of ordinary iron, the calmness when dismantling these mysterious and powerful things with that sword is even more heart-wrenching.

Such a sword move that represents the essence and art of the sword made everyone obsessed and shocked. This young man really, relying on the cultivation of the Four Lives and an ordinary sword, took down this victory that everyone thought was impossible.

Not every victory can immediately get the cheers of the audience reaching the blue sky.

It can be done when winning four out of four, and even more when winning four out of six. But after this section ended, it was necessary to give the audience time to be stunned first.

And when many people came back to their senses and were about to return with several times the cheers, they first burst out with broken-sound exclamations from their throats.

—Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's sudden sneak attack made everyone's heart tighten!

Clearly, the victory or defeat had already been decided, and the ring test had already ended!

The young man broke the Intent Sword, clearly also relying on being in the artistic conception, relying on his ghostly sensitivity to the sword and intent, and stabbed the vital point of the Ghost Life Sword. It was breaking with essence and skill. Now that the artistic conception was broken, he was physically injured and exhausted. How could he deal with the Six Lives' violent rise at such a close distance?!

Regardless of physical strength, Qi, or injury, he certainly couldn't defeat Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong again and again. But on the ring, there was only one time. As long as there was one time, it was enough to end it—if it were on a life-and-death field, this time, your Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's life would be gone!

But such shamelessness appeared on the ring. The young man who had just brought infinite admiration was about to suffer the blade.

Then, the next moment, a scene that completely obsessed everyone and shook their souls covered the sky.

Many sessions later, when the people of Fenghuai watched the martial arts competition, they still expressed plainness towards the stunning sword skills of various colors. They were clearly all powerless, but their expressions carried a true experience of wind and waves.

If you hold one and ask sincerely after going off the stage, even the aunt who sells eggs on the city wall will tuck her sleeves and say: "Your flower tricks are quite good-looking, but... I didn't see the ice and snow."

Without the Ghost Realm as a raft, everyone would not see this winter in the deep night.

Under the deep and clear night sky, countless purest and coldest whiteness descended from the sky. Everything shrouded by the Ghost Realm was stripped away inch by inch. The cold moon paved the snow, feathers mixed with snowflakes, and the world suddenly became a piece of sharp, clean white.

Intent Sword.

A more complete, stronger, and more unquestionable Intent Sword!

Countless people were obsessed with this, and when the real world appeared in front of them again, Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong had already been stepped on the throat by the young man.

The entire venue was silent.

Therefore, it was never the weak winning over the strong.

It was not a dangerous victory, nor was it the favor of luck. This young man named Pei Ye had always stood upright at the highest position of this year's martial arts competition!

If you say his teacher is amazing and his background is mysterious, now he has won everything with a body of Four Lives; if you say that the weak winning over the strong is just an occasional dangerous luck, now he has also clearly declared to everyone that he has always been the number one in Bowang from beginning to end!

This is the champion of this year who is from the inside out, without any moisture, and unquestionable!

Above the high platform, the officials had long been tied to their hearts by this championship final. The county magistrates smiled helplessly and sighed, bowing to the old man in white official clothes.

On the other side, Li Li Weiru was silent and sighed lightly.

Gu Gu Yunfu had already sat back in his seat, leaning against the back of the chair without saying a word. If the Four against Six just now made him sigh at himself, then at this moment, the young man had completely jumped into the level of "genius" in his heart.

Holding such a powerful Intent Sword, the young man had previously shown the wonderful spirit of using the sword, and now he made the man see his terrifying talent in learning and enlightenment. When Gu Gu Yunfu received the letter that day and lowered his head to see the name "Pei Ye," he really didn't expect this name to have such weight.

Thus, he couldn't help but look at the desktop behind him—due to Luo Luo Defeng's flying action, the paper notes on it fell somewhat, but it was the preface note that Sui Sui Zaihua laughed and called invalid when he took his seat.

On it was the old man's vigorous handwriting, precisely:

Pei Ye, Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong, Yang Yan, Zhang Zhang Junxue.

On the west side of the stands, more than a dozen or twenty children had already exploded, becoming a group of crazy screaming little balls. Huang Master, who was surrounded by them, opened his mouth and looked left and right subconsciously, as if he wanted to find someone to say something, but suddenly froze. After a long time, he raised his hand and wiped his moist eye sockets.

Li Li Piaoqing's heart seemed to bloom with a gardenia flower.

From their first encounter at the martial arts hall that night, she had been captivated by the sword-path temperament the youth possessed. Now, as this astonishing quality was fully revealed to everyone, a pleasant and inexplicable satisfaction rose in the young girl's heart.

She also knew clearly at this time that the "I won't use a stronger sword art on you" that the young man said at that time was a sincere and honest statement.

Now he has become bad.

But at the same time as seeing this sword, another emotion that was difficult to grasp inexplicably flooded up from the bottom of her heart. The bright gardenia flower seemed to be buried in the mist.

The seventeen-year-old young girl was very unfamiliar with this feeling. She looked down somewhat blankly at her hands, only feeling angry that the young man had been hiding this sword and not telling her.

Zhang Zhang Junxue also propped herself up. In fact, the young lady could sit by herself, but Shen Yao still supported her from behind.

The young lady's gaze was straight.

When seeing the young man step on Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong's throat, the young lady's body trembled subconsciously, as if a person who was cold in winter walked into a warm stove room. And when that black cloak completely fell to the ground, holding his arm and curling up in pain, the young lady bit her teeth tightly. Although there was no action, everyone perceived the intense and difficult-to-suppress emotions.

Tears really rolled down from her eye sockets silently.

She had long understood the young man's meaning, but this was the first time she stood from the young man's perspective.

Yes, in his eyes, a bug like Shang Qijiao Shang Huaitong was not as good as half a finger of a friend. She could almost imagine that if she had stubbornly not apologized to him, what words the young man would have squeezed out of his mouth before going onto the ring.

—"Zhang Zhang Junxue, I'll tell you why he is not important."

But the young lady could always gently agree with everyone's point of view after doing what she wanted to do.

She never asked Pei Ye to necessarily understand the "importance" in her heart. In reality, a friend being angry and losing his composure for her safety was a warm and happy thing for the young lady.

Seeing this scene now, what she untied was her own knot.

Zhang Zhang Junxue would never regret her decision to reject everything and stand on the ring, even if it meant friends and relatives turning against each other. But after going off the ring, she was indeed entangled by that fatal knife she had made.

Clearly completely hopeless, yet she had to sacrifice her arm, her own knife path for a lifetime, and make her worried friend angry and sad... Most importantly, as Pei Ye said, if Sui Sui Zaihua hadn't blocked that strike, she would have lost her arm and completely lost the opportunity for revenge.

In the following half a year, one year, five years, ten years, she would absolutely, absolutely regret this action.

But now, looking at this scene and feeling the emotions exploding in her heart, Zhang Zhang Junxue understood this matter.

—If she hadn't swung that knife, it would be impossible to welcome this pain with a clear mind at this time.

You must have truly done something that would make you regret, to prove that the emotion at that time was not self-deception.

Zhang Zhang Junxue admitted that she was wrong and impulsive, but even if she clearly knew the consequences and pros and cons, she would still swing that knife full of anger ten times or a hundred times.

For the young lady, this was a hurdle that had to be paid for to cross. But sometimes, a friend would support her falling body.

She looked at the blue figure on the ring, and the young man was also returning his sword to the scabbard and looking towards this side.

Li Li Piaoqing, Zhang Zhang Junxue, Yang Yan, Qi Qi Zhaohua, Fang Fang Jidao, Zhang Zhang Dingyun—after seeing the excited smiles and vigorous waving of their friends, the young man's face, which had not yet faded from its cold color, melted into a happy smile.

Xu Xu Sigong's clear voice finally circled the entire venue again. Outside the eight-party martial arts field, hundreds of white egrets flew through the sky, and one hundred and twenty red silks flew up at the same time from under the stage, but they fell one after another. Only the one in the center swept across the entire martial arts field and hit the huge golden ball hanging high in the center of the ring.

It scattered violently.

Petals, colorful ribbons, silver leaves, and golden feathers, countless gorgeousness shrouded the entire ring. Amidst the hysterical cheers of fifty thousand people, Xu Xu Sigong's words powerfully penetrated everything and entered everyone'

"In the Xin-Si year of the Locked Scales, at the Great Martial Arts Competition of the Bo-Wang Jin Qiu, the champion—"

"—is Pei Ye of Fenghuai!!"

The cheers, rising another wave higher, drowned out everything else.

(End of chapter)