Chapter 851: The Number One Under Heaven

Clang! With a soul-stirring Zen sound, the long sword in the palm of Qingsongzi of the Diancang Sect flew from his hand, clattering as it fell onto the long corridor.

"I concede." Not far from him stood a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and an ordinary build. There was not a single thing about this person that was not ordinary. Yet, the thousands of martial artists at Qunxing Yuan all wore solemn expressions, and not one dared to underestimate him. This middle-aged man from the Giant Whale Gang truly deserved the description "unrivaled in martial arts." In three consecutive battles, not a single person had been able to last thirty moves under his palms.

This Qingsongzi of the Diancang Sect was a senior of the same generation as the Diancang Sect Leader. His Diancang Sword Technique was perfected, yet he had been sent flying by this middle-aged man flicking his finger against the sword. What immense finger strength, what profound internal energy, and what exquisite skill this must require...

"The waves of the Changjiang push the waves ahead..." Qingsongzi sighed softly, picked up his long sword, and walked off the platform.

"Yeli, Sect Leader of the Emei Sect, requests your guidance." A moment later, a flash of sword light ignited; the current Emei Sect Leader, Yeyu Shitai, had actually entered the arena herself.

After the previous Sect Leader, Yeyu Shitai, was injured under the palms of the Fifth Heavenly Maiden Liusheng Piaoxu, she had been bedridden, leading to the emergence of Yeli Shitai, who had been in seclusion for ten years.

This Yeli Shitai had extremely strict rules and extremely high martial arts; under her leadership, the Emei Sect not only maintained its reputation but even showed signs of surpassing the Shaolin Temple and Wudang.

And she was also the only person present who made the ordinary middle-aged man prepare for a serious battle.

One could see two figures on the platform, one moving and one still, exchanging blows like a violent storm.

The one moving was Yeli Shitai; her agility far surpassed a light butterfly, her speed exceeded a purple swallow, and the subtlety and complexity of her movements were like falling flowers in the wind. That fierce Emei Sword Technique transformed under her palms into ethereal, agile light and shadow, enveloping the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man stood like a mountain or a cliff, or like a pillar in a rushing sea current; no matter what kind of attack he encountered or what changes occurred, he would absolutely not move an inch.

"Alright, let's go..." In a guest room, Wuchen Gongzi, dressed in snow-white robes, said.

Beside him, Shangguan Haitang was stunned and said, "But... but the outcome of their battle has not been decided yet, and we don't know who will sit in the position of Martial Arts Alliance Leader."

Wuchen Gongzi said, "The person representing the Giant Whale Gang will definitely win, and he will definitely sit in the position of Martial Arts Alliance Leader."

Shangguan Haitang said, "Even if Yeli Shitai is no match for that person, the Shaolin Temple has sent a high monk of the 'Liao' generation."

Wuchen Gongzi said, "Hehe, if I am not mistaken, the experts of the Seven Great Sects have likely already been secretly controlled by the mysterious person's evil arts, just like Cheng Shifei."

Shangguan Haitang said in horror, "Really? Why?"

Wuchen Gongzi said, "If they were not controlled by evil arts, the Seven Great Sects would not agree to elect a so-called Martial Arts Alliance Leader; no one is willing to have another mountain placed on top of their own head. And there is the earlier Qingsongzi; I once fought a match with him and witnessed the Diancang Sword Technique. Earlier on the platform, he appeared to be giving his all, but it was somewhat flashy and lacked substance, intentionally showing flaws, only it was too subtle for many to see."

While the two were speaking, Yeli Shitai of the Emei Sect was quickly defeated. Next was the middle-aged man competing for the position of Martial Arts Alliance Leader against the high monk of the 'Liao' generation from the Shaolin Temple.

Wuchen Gongzi and Shangguan Haitang left the guest room and walked along the corridor toward the outside of Qunxing Yuan.

"What, you won't even greet the head manager when you see him? You are simply arrogant."

Just as Wuchen Gongzi was frowning, considering how to break the deadlock, his shoulder was suddenly tapped, and a familiar chuckle rang out.

Wuchen Gongzi looked up and his pupils constricted, but he instantly regained his composure and smiled, "You, the hands-off manager, it's one thing that you usually leave everything to me, the second manager, but now that the business has encountered a competitor and is being suppressed by unscrupulous means, you, the manager, have actually been slow to show yourself; you really deserve to be punished with three cups of wine."

The person who appeared before him was naturally Yu Liancheng and the other two. Upon seeing Yu Liancheng, his hanging heart relaxed.

Immediately, Wuchen Gongzi frowned again; he was still being hunted by a mysterious organization and had only appeared at Qunxing Yuan after disguising himself.

Yet the person before him had seen through his identity at a glance; one must know that his disguise technique, if not the best in the world, was not far off, and he believed no one could see through it at first sight.

Moreover, although the First Heavenly Venerable had disappeared for a period of time, he was always a prominent figure in the Edo, and many people had seen his appearance; yet now, without a disguise, no one around seemed to truly notice him, merely treating him as an ordinary martial artist.

Could it be that this person before him was also a member of that mysterious organization?

"Alright, Wuchen, this is not the place to talk; let's go in first." Yu Liancheng smiled and walked into the courtyard.

"Alright." Wuchen Gongzi's gaze swept inadvertently toward Liusheng Piaoxu and Badao. Unfortunately, he had little contact with these two and did not notice any flaws.

Before returning to the guest room, Wuchen Gongzi tested them again with seemingly casual small talk, which put him slightly more at ease. Although this guy was somewhat suspicious, his tone and demeanor were indeed consistent with Yu Liancheng, and he knew the few past events they discussed like the back of his hand.

Suddenly, there was a huge uproar and shouting all around; it was the middle-aged man defeating the high monk of the 'Liao' generation from the Shaolin Temple. If nothing unexpected happened, he would next sit in the position of Martial Arts Alliance Leader before all the heroes under heaven.

"This person is named Yu Tianhua. He is not only a martial artist but also a 'Stand User', possessing a close-range power-type Stand."

Yu Liancheng had read the cyborg's memory and was quite knowledgeable about the information on this Lúnhuí Xiǎoduì: "Of course, these are not important. The most important thing is that his body is still a mortal frame of flesh and blood."

"Hehe, as long as he is not an external expert like Cheng Shifei who has cultivated the Diamond Indestructible Divine Skill to perfection, then he will definitely die today!" Badao sneered, pressed his palm down, and gripped the hilt of his blade. In an instant, a heavy murderous intent permeated from him, like the omen before a storm.

Wuchen Gongzi and Shangguan Haitang could not help but cast their gazes over. This Badao was thirty-four zhang away from that Yu Tianhua; what did he want to do?

The next moment, Badao suddenly drew his blade and swung it.

The moment he drew the blade, Badao's aura changed; all emotions vanished, and even his presence became ethereal, giving one a sense of emptiness. And this slash, empty and void, seemed like an ordinary strike. With Shangguan Haitang's discernment, she might not be able to see anything, but Wuchen Gongzi could not help but show a look of astonishment; this blade had no traces to follow, was peak perfection, and was a true blade of the Heavenly Human.

On the platform, Yu Tianhua, who was full of humble smiles, suddenly heard the sound of wind breaking behind him.

He subconsciously turned his head, only to see a black shadow slashing over with lightning speed. Then, blood splashed, and a head flew high into the air.