Chapter 220: Ye Qingfeng: Want to Try Some?

From a pair of scissors nearly slicing across his nose, to Alyon subsequently claiming Ye Qingfeng’s embrace...

Even clay figures have three parts of fire—how much more so a cat?

Should a little fish dare to leap about before her?

“Come on! I’m not afraid of you!”

Alyon instinctively raised her hand, then suddenly realized her weapon was still stuck far away—she stepped back and yanked the scissors free.

With deft hands, she wielded the weapon with fierce momentum, finally pointing the tip squarely at Mao You’s face.

Mao You refused to back down, assuming a combat stance: crouching low, bracing her hands on the ground, legs taut and coiled.

In this tense standoff, everyone involuntarily held their breath; the Rabbit’s Den side believed Mao You wouldn’t lose, while the Victoria Housekeeping side had full confidence in Alyon’s strength.

In the blink of an eye, the confrontation erupted.

Alyon and Mao You radiated chilling, fierce auras.

Alyon moved like a phantom, her eyes filled with ruthlessness and resolve.

Mao You pushed off the ground with her toes, launching forward—her blade slicing through the air with a whistling roar, directly aiming at Elene's face.

Alyon did not flinch; she sidestepped sharply, raised her arm, and precisely blocked the strike—the weapons clashed with a sharp, clear ring.

As the battle intensified, both instinctively retreated, then raised their weapons again and charged toward each other.

At that moment, a dark shadow shot in like lightning.

The figure moved with astonishing speed, lightly tapping the ground before instantly appearing between them.

Alyon and Mao You froze at this sudden interruption; only when they recognized Ye Qingfeng’s figure did their faces pale—they couldn’t stop their motions in time, and could only barely rein in their force.

The onlookers watching the scene had their hearts leap to their throats.

Weapons have no eyes! How could Ye Qingfeng dare stand directly between them?

Anbi and Leikain sprinted toward the center of the clash.

Anbi, being closer, knew it was already too late—if Lina had hidden her techniques well enough to evade her notice...

But Ye Qingfeng moved too fast—she had no time to react.

Ling and Xiao Kelin closed their eyes at nearly the same instant.

They already pictured blood splattering everywhere, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Ye Qingfeng, standing at the very center of the battlefield, showed no trace of panic—on the contrary, he appeared calm and composed.

At the very moment the weapons were about to strike his body, his arm muscles tensed instantly; his palms were wrapped in something matching the color of etheric matter—he gripped Mao You’s dagger with his left hand, and formed his right into a hooked claw, five fingers clamping down on Alyon’s blade.

In that instant, the entire world seemed to freeze.

A deathly silence fell, then erupted into shocked cries.

Kelin and Lina covered their mouths in disbelief; Anbi halted abruptly, staring at Ye Qingfeng in stunned silence.

Billy muttered, “Qing... Qingfeng is literally a Starlight Knight! Master, take my knees!”

Ling and Zhe both widened their eyes, filled with utter disbelief.

This isn’t... not Ko-Science!

“This is impossible,” Leikain murmured softly, frowning deeply.

He knew full well the force behind Alyon’s slash—most elite-level or lower etheric beings couldn’t survive such a strike, let alone be caught with one hand.

Even if Alyon had surely held back slightly under the circumstances...

At that moment, the only sounds in the arena were the heavy breathing of the crowd and the steady “drip... drip...” of falling water.

Drip...?

Anbi, the closest, was the first to notice—the sound of dripping water was unmistakable.

She followed the source and saw blood continuously pouring from Ye Qingfeng’s palm as he held the dagger, thick crimson tracing down the blade’s edge, pooling at the guard.

It gathered into a heavy droplet, hanging suspended in midair—then “plop,” it fell to the ground, splashing a tiny spray of blood.

Trained professional that she was, Anbi instantly calmed upon realizing Ye Qingfeng’s wound was merely a minor cut.

But! As the one directly involved, Mao You was far from calm.

Her eyes flew wide open, filled with shock and disbelief—Ye Qingfeng’s blood inevitably continued sliding down the guard, dripping onto her hands.

At that moment, Mao You’s mind went blank; her five fingers lost all strength, trembling uncontrollably until she could no longer grip the hilt—slowly, inch by inch, the dagger slipped from her palm.

She didn’t even notice—her gaze remained locked on the blood oozing relentlessly from between her fingers, as if the entire world had shrunk to that blinding red.

She hadn’t expected this... didn’t understand what had happened—she only knew she had wounded Ye Qingfeng.

Only Ye Qingfeng himself knew the full sequence.

From the moment Alyon and Mao You first clashed, he had been agonizing—before he could think further, their second exchange came as scheduled.

Ye Qingfeng knew his immediate priority was to stop them from fighting any further.

He activated Bullet Time first—Alyon, Mao You... no, accurately speaking, every single person present—their thoughts, reactions, and movements all slowed to a crawl.

Thus, to everyone else, his actions appeared as if time had been fast-forwarded—he sprinted to the center of the battlefield, coated his hands in etheric energy, then seized both weapons simultaneously.

What followed was exactly as everyone witnessed: Ye Qingfeng flashed to the center and caught both weapons with his bare hands.

As for why his palm was injured, that requires explaining the intensity of the etheric energy coating.

Compared to Mao You’s dagger, Alyon’s long-handled scissors were clearly more lethal—but even with Bullet Time, his time was extremely limited.

He had no time to reassemble etheric energy to reinforce his right hand, so he decisively shifted most of the etheric energy from his left hand to his right.

Due to the haste, the transfer quantity couldn’t be precisely calculated.

Clearly, Alyon’s weapon posed greater danger than the dagger—if he transferred too little, his forearm might as well say goodbye.

Ye Qingfeng transferred nearly eighty percent of his etheric energy, firmly catching Alyon’s slash—but Mao You’s dagger still sliced through his palm, creating the current situation.

(If anything here is unclear or inaccurate, @the author for clarification.)

“Qingfeng... are you okay?”

Alyon, hypersensitive to the scent of blood, instantly noticed his wounded left hand—her eyes flickered with guilt, her voice trembling slightly.

To her, Ye Qingfeng was her closest family... and now he was hurt because of her...

“It’s nothing—a small cut.” Ye Qingfeng glanced at Mao You, saw her dazed expression, then turned to Alyon, smiling faintly as he teased, “By the way, Alyon, haven’t you always wanted to taste my blood?”

(Extra chapter coming early next month—May Day, let everyone enjoy!)