Chapter 47

Thinking about this in his heart, Seeing Pei Ye crossed the fire curtain again and entered the familiar field; the opponent this time was a sturdy man, with blood and meat scraps still remaining between his teeth, swaying and eager to try, lowering his head and raising a pair of bloodshot eyes, like a hungry tiger.

The style Seeing Pei Ye chose this time was trading injury for injury; killing a wolf relies on patience, while fighting a tiger requires courage; if one were intimidated by this person's ferocity, the battle would be lost.

Compared to the previous martial arts with many maneuvers, this round was a hard collision of fist to flesh; gradually, the ferocity of both people rose, and they even began to abandon blocking, instead competing to see whose strikes were heavier and whose targets were more vital.

Arms, ribs, lower abdomen, chin, crown of the head... some were narrowly dodged, and some were returned with an equally heavy strike when there was no time to dodge.

If it continued like this, no matter who was standing at the end, it would be a tragic victory.

Of course, this was not the outcome Seeing Pei Ye sought.

He still had to save his strength to escape.

In fact, while choosing this style, he had already thought of the way to win.

—Another fatal exchange of moves; Seeing Pei Ye tilted his head to dodge a heavy punch aimed at his crown and poked his palm straight at the opponent's throat.

The man also dodged, raising his knee to strike at Seeing Pei Ye's crotch, but suddenly a sharp coldness came to his throat.

A thought flashed through his mind—this person kept such long nails? Why didn't I see them just now?

Seeing Pei Ye flicked his finger, and the small iron piece pierced through the throat, shooting out from the other side.

Only then did the man understand, staring angrily at this despicable opponent. But his throat could no longer support him to make a sound; Seeing Pei Ye punched him squarely in the temple, and the sturdy body fell stiffly to the ground.

The tentacles in his abdomen were like sea anemones hunting; Seeing Pei Ye was too lazy to look again, turned his head, and Zhang Zhang Siche was watching him with a smile.

The final battle started later than expected.

Seeing Pei Ye and Zhang Zhang Siche stood on both sides, watching the Candle World Sect followers gradually gather under the altar; dark blue flames rose, and solemn and majestic music played.

Looking down from above, the mountain valley was like a huge dark blue lotus flower that had ignited; Zhang Zhang Siche and Seeing Pei Ye stood in the center of this lotus.

Two purple-robed people stood on the side; under the jumping dark blue firelight, the ghost masks seemed to come alive, truly like two fierce ghosts.

Qiongqi was squatting quietly on a high platform, like a big cat waiting for a meal.

Unlike the clone that had turned into wings before, this one was already Qiongqi's main body; its majestic power made Seeing Pei Ye feel stiff and cold in his bones after just one glance.

Seeing Pei Ye suddenly had a guess: could it be... that they weren't going to move the seed into the final host, but were going to feed the final host to this Qiongqi?

After all, in terms of body, a human's mortal flesh certainly couldn't compare to a divine beast.

But would Qiongqi obey the Candle World Sect?

—It was indeed more obedient than himself.

Looking around, the Candle World Sect followers had no worries about the fact that the last two remaining were outsiders.

"It's all the same." Seeing Pei Ye remembered this sentence again.

After a while, everything was ready; Seeing Pei Ye and Zhang Zhang Siche stepped into the fire circle; the Candle World Sect's plot was one last step away from unveiling its veil, but if it continued to develop like this, the two of them would likely not see it.

"Why hasn't Zhu Zhu Gaoyang come yet?" Seeing Pei Ye signaled with his eyes.

"Don't worry, it's soon." Zhang Zhang Siche transmitted, "Fight first, just use your full strength."

Is this a matter of full strength? If I beat you to death, I won't survive either.

Seeing Pei Ye pursed his lips and threw a punch first.

Seeing Pei Ye's punch was steady and powerful, while Zhang Zhang Siche's palm was gentle and composed.

As soon as they engaged, Seeing Pei Ye immediately felt a rapid sense of falling, as if he had stepped into empty air on the edge of a ten-thousand-foot cliff.

He instinctively sprang away, staring at the smiling man before him with his hair standing on end.

It must be said that Seeing Pei Ye had always had an extraordinary sensitivity to martial fighting; when he didn't understand martial principles, he could rely on intuition to avoid harm and defeat older children who had practiced martial arts for two or three years.

It was a surreal sense of communion; when fighting the old man, he felt like a sharp blade cutting old leather, and when the previous sturdy man punched, Seeing Pei Ye felt like he was facing a dense and heavy drumbeat.

This was a precise feeling brought to him by the opponent from various aspects, probably the "martial personality" expressed by the person in this battle, and Seeing Pei Ye was accustomed to relying on this to formulate strategies against the enemy.

But how to deal with a cliff?

Even when he exchanged moves with Lin Lin when he was ten, he had never had such an intense sense of falling.

His attack was like "weightlessness," as if drilling into a fog, unable to find a support point to make the next reaction.

If this feeling had to be described in words, it was "unfathomable."

This was an irredeemable gap in cognition; the level at which the opponent viewed martial arts far exceeded his own.

No wonder he asked about his "master"; it turned out he was a proper disciple of a great sect.

The unfathomable nature of the martial arts he used, the ruthlessness and precision of his vision, and the high-level martial principles made Seeing Pei Ye feel for the first time that the fists and legs he relied on were so crude.

A sense of frustration and eagerness to try surged in his heart at the same time; Seeing Pei Ye stepped up again.

This time Zhang Zhang Siche seemed to have added some restrictions to himself and began to fight him hand-to-hand move by move; Seeing Pei Ye felt much more comfortable fighting this time, even flowing like clouds and water, fighting more bravely as he went.

After a hundred moves, Zhang Zhang Siche suddenly transmitted: "I'm going to use my wonderful method."

Seeing Pei Ye: "?"

Just as he was about to ask, his pupils narrowed; he had actually slammed a heavy punch into his chest!

This solid impact simply made Seeing Pei Ye's heart stop; he hurriedly withdrew his hand, but saw Zhang Zhang Siche stiffen and shake, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

He fell to the ground with a crash.

"..."

Before Seeing Pei Ye could do anything, the tentacles in his abdomen surged out one after another.

They were now thick and mysterious, like a dozen greedy eels, swarming into Zhang Zhang Siche's abdomen, biting the light cocoon and pulling it out.

The tentacles of the light cocoon in Zhang Zhang Siche's abdomen were actually still clinging to his ribs and refusing to let go, so Seeing Pei Ye saw Zhang Zhang Siche raise his hand rapidly, break the tentacles rapidly, and put his hand back to his side rapidly.

Looking at his face again, he was still staring blankly with empty eyes.

"..."

So the wonderful method was playing dead? Isn't this plagiarizing me?!

Seeing Pei Ye felt that he had been pitted, but he couldn't figure out where for a moment.

You're playing dead at this time, with so many eyes watching, can you still run away?

Regardless, he naturally had his reasons for playing dead; Seeing Pei Ye didn't look at him anymore and walked out of the fire circle as if nothing had happened.

The final host had been born; Seeing Pei Ye held the iron talisman hidden in his hand, vigilantly waiting for his fate.

At this time, the sky was just beginning to turn white with insects, the followers were chanting in unison, and two black-robed people came to Seeing Pei Ye's side, taking him toward the huge, tiger-like head of Qiongqi.

It's over, Seeing Pei Ye thought, it seems they are really feeding me to Qiongqi.

Why hasn't Zhu Zhu Gaoyang come yet?

He glanced secretly toward the horizon, experiencing the mood of Shen Shen Yanping and Feng Zhi at the time. And this time it was even more urgent; he was not even ten feet away from that tiger head.