Chapter 37: Genius?

City Lord Ye Baili, Xiao Nantian, and the others naturally wouldn't pay attention to Old Master Heng Xiu's boasting, but instead looked at Heng Xian.

Things had reached this point; even a fool wouldn't doubt Heng Xian's cultivation and ability anymore!

It was just that a genius had disguised himself as a spendthrift, a wicked young master who lived off his family, and had deceived everyone for all these years!!

This was too alarming!

In the Heng family camp, thousands of Heng family members finally came to their senses, all excited beyond measure.

Heng De finally blurted out incoherently: "My, my son Heng Xian, has... the potential of a Battle Emperor!"

Beside him, Heng Wei swallowed dryly, also looking surprised and moved: "My nephew, has... the potential of a Fighting Emperor!"

After saying this, the brothers looked at each other and gripped their hands tightly.

Conversely, in the camps of the other families' participants, almost all the participants were enraged, clenching their fists and bursting with anger!

Let us come up together?!

We have been fighting for our lives for two days!

We are fighting for ourselves and for the glory of our families!

How can we let a guy like you, who came halfway through, injured two people, and talked nonsense, be arrogant and steal the spotlight?!

"I'll come!"

"I'll come!"

Sun Bukong, Li Lingxiao, Li Linghan, and Ye Qingyi all landed on the arena together.

Exchanging glances, they didn't bother to consider whether it was bullying the few with the many!

Sun Bukong pulled out a sword, his aura instantly climbing.

Condensing Qi first tier!

There was a gasp all around.

This guy was also at the Condensing Qi Realm??

Also a guy hiding his cultivation??

And Li Lingxiao and Li Linghan, one with a blade and one with a staff, were both at the ninth tier of the Innate Realm!

Ye Qingyi held a sharp sword, at the fifth tier of the Innate Realm!

This lineup could definitely be called luxurious in the "Donglan Martial Arts Tournament!"

The 100,000 people in the audience watched without blinking.

"Die!"

Li Lingxiao and Li Linghan attacked from the left and right respectively.

Ye Qingyi stabbed forward with her sword from the front.

Sun Bukong rolled his eyes, flashed behind Heng Xian, and his sword came out like a rainbow!

Four people, four paths, surrounding Heng Xian, imposing and fierce, all using their full strength and the most lethal martial arts.

They were actually planning a one-hit kill!

"Heh."

Heng Xian chuckled. At the moment the four-way encirclement arrived, his figure flashed strangely, appearing beside Li Linghan, and he kicked his waist.

Then, borrowing the momentum to dodge Li Lingxiao's blade, he got into her arms and slapped her three times.

Twisting his feet, his body flipped in an impossible posture to beneath Ye Qingyi's legs, and he punched her abdomen heavily.

Taking advantage of Ye Qingyi throwing her sword and clutching her stomach in pain, he lifted her with both hands and used her as a shield.

"Whoosh—"

Sun Bukong's terrifying sword arrived at Ye Qingyi's throat, and he couldn't help but be startled, hurriedly withdrawing his sword.

But Heng Xian had already thrown Ye Qingyi away, his body quickly turning an arc into Sun Bukong's arms, and he punched his chest five times.

"Slap, slap, slap..."

All this took a long time to describe, but it actually happened in less than ten breaths!

It was just a single encounter!

Just as the audience had reacted,

Four screams rang out simultaneously.

Four spiritual artifacts fell to the ground at the same time!

The four elite direct-line descendants of the Sun, Li, and Ye families, including one at the Condensing Qi Realm,

were unbearable, vomiting blood and flying backward, falling out of the arena.

Bang, bang, bang...

They fell all over the ground!

And Heng Xian waved his sleeves, standing in the middle of the arena, calm and composed.

It seemed that everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him!

The entire audience was dead silent!

From the grand attack of Sun Bukong and the four others to their unbearable defeat, the time was so short that it felt like a joke.

It stimulated everyone's heart!

Everyone's gaze toward Heng Xian changed!

He really did it!

Four people coming up together were no match for him!

The most crucial point was that he had been empty-handed the whole time, not even using a spiritual artifact!

This was... too ridiculously strong!

Was he... really still that wicked young master who had eighteen partners at night?

Ye Baili, Xiao Nantian, Li Ruhai, Sun Heshan, and other family patriarchs finally stood up.

Looking at Sun Bukong and the four others struggling to crawl up from the ground, their expressions were full of doubt.

This Heng Xian's strength was truly terrifying. The footwork he used in that instant was at least Profound-tier high-grade, and extremely exquisite!

That wasn't the key; the key was that he had perfectly combined footwork, borrowing force to strike, and shifting positions to attack!

Thinking about it, even when they were young and at this cultivation level, they would never have been able to do it!

Heng family camp.

Old Master Heng Xiu stroked his beard, his face glowing, as if he had reached the climax of his life: "Good, good, good, very good, truly the Qilin son of my Heng family, wonderful!"

"My son... Great Emperor!" Heng De was full of smiles and pride, omitting the "potential" part.

"My nephew, Great Emperor!" Heng Wei nodded heavily.

After speaking, the brothers bumped fists in mutual appreciation.

Beside them, Heng Yue Ruo, who had been staring at Heng Xian, looked at her two unreliable brothers, wanting to speak but stopping, her face full of embarrassment.

"Who else?" At this time, Heng Xian on the arena looked at the sea of participants.

"Whoosh..."

All the candidates couldn't help but retreat in unison.

Even Sun Bukong and the four others at the Condensing Qi Realm were defeated; what the hell were they supposed to fight with?

Heng Xian simply extended his finger and pointed at Xiao Qiyun and Ye Xiaoyao: "You two, come up!"

Everyone looked at the two.

It seemed that the last hope rested on these two!

Only they had the ability and hope to suppress Heng Xian!

Ye Xiaoyao clenched his fists, his expression serious. He couldn't do what Heng Xian had done—defeating four people in a single encounter!

Beside him, the Seventh Princess Jiang Ziyi trembled: "Xiaoyao, I have already chosen you as my consort. You, you have to defeat him, otherwise, otherwise, I will feel like I'm losing... I'm uncomfortable!"

Ye Xiaoyao stepped forward, suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure leaping up, and stepped back: "Wait a little longer!"

On the other side, Xiao Qiyun had already leaped onto the arena, her face cold, without any extra nonsense: "Good!"

Saying this, she pulled out the sword beside her: "Qiyun, may I ask you to use a spiritual artifact?"

Her face was serious and cold, as if Heng Xian using a sword was the only way to show her respect!

"Are you sure!" Heng Xian asked.

Xiao Qiyun nodded: "I am sure!"

"Good!" Heng Xian randomly pulled out a sword with its scabbard.

"Xiao family, Xiao Qiyun, please enlighten me, Brother Heng!"

Xiao Qiyun looked serious and persistent, leaping up and stabbing with an extremely profound sword strike.

The sword momentum was sharp and peerless, appearing open and close, but internally hidden with meticulous changes, making it very difficult to capture the sword's true intent.

Everyone in the audience stared fixedly.

Especially the Xiao family.

Xiao Nantian nodded slightly: "The sword form is complete, the sword momentum is like a mountain, and she directly used a Profound-tier mid-grade sword technique, the thirty-third sword of the thirty-three turn sword style. Everything is very promising..."

Before he finished speaking, he froze.

Everyone was stunned.

Because Xiao Qiyun's seemingly flawless sword strike was instantly broken in rhythm by Heng Xian's seemingly random swing!

Then, the sword scabbard pointed heavily at Xiao Qiyun's chest.

"Hmm!" Xiao Qiyun couldn't block it at all, groaned, flew backward, hit the railing heavily, and fell down.

She only had time to cup her fists and say: "I am not your match!"

Then she vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Still one move!

Defeated in seconds!

"Qiyun!" The Xiao family was in a panic.

Heng Xian stood with his sword, looking at Ye Xiaoyao: "Are you sure you're not going to make a move?"

Everyone silently looked at Ye Xiaoyao.

"Defeat him, and we will get married immediately!" Seventh Princess Jiang Ziyi clenched her fists.

Not far away, City Lord Ye Baili's voice also came over: "Xiaoyao, you are one cultivation level higher than him, and you have the advantage of rest. You should have a chance. Remember, don't hold back. If there's an opportunity, kill him!"

"Please rest assured, Princess and Grandfather!"

Ye Xiaoyao took a deep breath and walked toward the arena step by step.

"Ye Xiaoyao is making a move!"

"At least he can fight for a while, right?"

"It shouldn't be difficult! As someone chosen by the Chu Imperial Family as a consort, his potential is not even comparable to Xiao Qiyun's!"

"I hope so!"

Uncertain discussions came from all around.

Ye Xiaoyao discarded all distracting thoughts, his eyes only on the arena and the person who should have been a spendthrift.

He had the determination to win!

He couldn't lose!

He was the recognized "uncrowned king of the Donglan Martial Arts Tournament!"

His pride, his identity, and his cultivation level did not allow him to lose!

Thinking of this, every step he took, his aura grew stronger.

When he arrived on the arena, he was already at the second tier of the Condensing Qi Realm!

His aura was so sharp that even Condensing Qi experts who had been famous for many years wouldn't dare to underestimate him!

He didn't use the spiritual artifact from the general weapon rack, but pulled out his own precious blade, his spirit and energy as one, pointing at Heng Xian: "Ye family, Ye Xiaoyao!"

Heng Xian looked him over carefully—tall, handsome, good aptitude, got the Imperial Princess—this was definitely the protagonist setting of a novel!

It was... really fun to beat up such people!

"Please draw your sword and take my move!" Ye Xiaoyao said, his eyes like torches.

"Good!" Heng Xian flicked his wrist, the sword scabbard flew out, and his aura climbed to the peak of the first tier of the Condensing Qi Realm, hiding the second tier, because it was enough!

"Die!"

Ye Xiaoyao tipped his toes, and while in mid-air, he slashed three times, sealing Heng Xian's three retreat directions.

Immediately after, the blade momentum was like a rainbow, rushing straight at Heng Xian's neck!

The four-blade combination, because of its extreme speed, even formed a fierce tiger airflow.

"This..." Many people couldn't help but be alarmed.

Ye Baili stroked his beard, his expression composed: "Flying Flow Geng Metal Tiger-form Blade, Profound-tier high-grade blade technique, gifted by a Primordial Dan expert to our ancestor in the past!

This blade technique is fierce and domineering! Xiaoyao has practiced it to the point of being like an arm, and this move is a mutually destructive move—either win, or both die.

It is absolutely impossible for Heng Xian to win!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

Heng Xian stabbed out with his sword lightly, not only fast, accurate, and ruthless, but also at a tricky angle, instantly disrupting Ye Xiaoyao's attack method!

The blade technique was left with only mutual destruction!

But facing mutual destruction, Ye Xiaoyao hesitated. He was still young, only sixteen years old; why die with someone?

Heng Xian sneered: "If you don't dare to die, why use a mutually destructive blade technique?"

His figure flashed, and he stabbed four times!

Ye Xiaoyao swung his blade to block, but couldn't block even one!

"Pfft..."

Blood splattered!

The precious blade fell to the ground!

The number one genius high above in Donglan City!

Ye Xiaoyao, who was about to become a consort and had infinite potential, collapsed dejectedly!

Before he could crawl up,

Heng Xian's foot was already stepping on the back of his head.

Ye Xiaoyao struggled to crawl up, but found the sword wound was very painful, and he couldn't get up at all.

His eyes were filled with confusion. The opponent's sword was so fast, his speed so terrifying, and he even saw through his own mutually destructive blade technique at a glance!

Actually, he could have defeated me with one sword; why did it turn out like this?!

"Heh, genius!" Heng Xian twisted his foot, messing up Ye Xiaoyao's hair bun.

"Pfft—" Not far away, City Lord Ye Baili couldn't take the stimulation and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The 100,000 people in the audience couldn't say a single word!

Including the Heng family!

The word "genius" destroyed all the pride and confidence in Ye Xiaoyao's heart. He suddenly became afraid: Am I... going to be killed?

He suddenly understood for the first time what "it's better to live in disgrace than to die" meant!

He turned his face desperately, breathing desperately: "Heng, Brother Heng, spare me once..."

"Uh!" The princess not far away was stunned, as if she had lost her soul.

Heng Xian instantly felt bored and kicked Ye Xiaoyao toward the Ye family camp.

Immediately after, he looked at everyone: "It's just a martial arts tournament! Our Heng family lost miserably, but we can also afford to win. I hope you are the same! I've had enough, you continue!"

Saying this, he solemnly put his sword away, jumped off the arena, and turned to leave.

His posture was free and easy, not leaving a single cloud behind!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 38 =====