Chapter 107: Chapter 104: Ten Seconds Have Passed
"The duel begins!"
As Qin Garden’s voice fell, Kong Ye Ming vanished with a flash of a green cyclone under his feet. When he reappeared, he was already behind Mu Chen. Green Primordial Power instantly enveloped his arm as he aid a fierce chop at the back of Mu Chen’s neck. If this blow landed, Mu Chen’s cervical spine would undoubtedly shatter.
Feeling a chill on the back of his neck, Mu Chen stomped his foot. Silver bolts of lightning crackled out—CRACKLE! With an uncanny twist of his body, he managed to shift several ters to the left.
WHOOSH...
With the sound of his strike hitting empty air, Kong Ye Ming’s sure-kill attack t nothing but wind. The sight stunned not only the onlookers but also Kong Ye Ming himself. But just as he stood there, frozen, the Thunder Light around Mu Chen’s feet flashed once more. With another stomp, Mu Chen appeared at Kong Ye Ming’s left. His fist, wreathed in Thunder Light, shot out with a BOOM, aid straight for Kong Ye Ming’s chest.
The fluctuation of Primordial Power near his chest snapped Kong Ye Ming back to his senses. He twisted his body with extre speed, dodging Mu Chen’s fist, but...
RIP...
With a tearing sound, Mu Chen’s fist grazed Kong Ye Ming’s long robe. The sharp force of the blow instantly ripped his clothes. After this first exchange, Mu Chen clearly had the upper hand.
Kong Ye Ming leaped away from Mu Chen, putting distance between them. He looked down at his chest where a torn strip of cloth fluttered in the breeze. At this sight, Kong Ye Ming’s face instantly turned ashen.
"That kid is so fast! It looks like he’s surpassed the level of a Grand Martial Master," one of the Holy Hall Students remarked in surprise, looking at Mu Chen.
"Heh, it’s decent, I guess. But Kong Ye Ming is a Wind Attribute Martial Artist; he’s naturally much faster than other martial artists of the sa rank. If he hadn’t been caught off guard, that punk’s sneak attack never would have even touched his clothes," another Holy Hall Student said.
The Outer Circle Students, however, felt differently. They were all red-faced with excitent, shouting loudly.
"Yeah! Show those Holy Hall pricks that we Outer Circle people aren’t to be ssed with!"
"That’s right! Mu Chen! Take him down! The Holy Hall Students are nothing special!"
"Mu Chen! Mu Chen! Mu Chen!"
At that mont, all the Outer Circle Students erupted with excitent. For years, they had been suppressed by the Holy Hall Students, unable to even breathe freely. Before the Holy Hall Students, they could only suffer humiliation. The happiest of all were the fourth, fifth, and sixth-year students. Their eyes were red with emotion. In the past, they were like slaves, and the Holy Hall Students were their masters. The hatred that had built up for years was released in this single instant, and the cheers for Mu Chen reached a crescendo.
"All of you trash, shut your mouths!" Kong Ye Ming turned and roared at the Outer Circle Students. As a prodigy of the Holy Hall, when had he ever been subjected to such grating mockery? Their shouts made the veins in his temples throb.
Suddenly, the green cyclone at Kong Ye Ming’s feet began to spin rapidly. Mu Chen saw only a black shadow flash before his eyes, and a fist enveloped in green Primordial Power was already hurtling toward his face. Behind his closed eyelids, Mu Chen’s pupils contracted violently. He hadn’t seen how Kong Ye Ming moved at all.
However, when the fist was still a foot away from Mu Chen, the Water Attribute Primordial Qi in the space before him suddenly fluctuated. A two-inch-thick wall of ice materialized out of thin air.
BOOM!
With a loud bang, the ice wall in front of Mu Chen shuddered violently. A series of cracking sounds—CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!—followed, and the entire wall shattered into pieces of ice that slowly fell to the ground. As they fell, the shards of ice dissolved into a mist that drifted away on the wind. Kong Ye Ming’s sure-kill attack had missed once again.
Standing outside the arena, Qin Garden watched Mu Chen, who still wore a confident smile. A glint flashed through her eyes and was gone in an instant...
Seeing this, all the students fell silent. Even the Holy Hall Students were too shocked to speak. Zhu the Second stared blankly at the stage and exclaid, "Ice Attribute! And it’s an extre form of Ice Attribute! But didn’t lightning just appear under his feet? Dual attributes? That’s impossible!"
Zhu Da turned his head, a flicker of surprise vanishing as quickly as it appeared. He said calmly, "No, the kid is an Ice Attribute Martial Artist. That Thunder Light must be the effect of a Combat Skill."
Hearing this, Zhu the Second agreed that was the only logical explanation. Both of their gazes returned to the arena.
Looking at Kong Ye Ming, who stood there stunned with his fist still raised, Mu Chen smiled faintly. "Ten seconds are up!"
These simple words made Kong Ye Ming’s face turn as black as the bottom of a pot. His own earlier boast now felt like a resounding slap across his face.
"Mu Chen, good! You’re very good! You’ve successfully infuriated ."
With a flip of his wrist, a longsword gleaming with a faint green light appeared in Kong Ye Ming’s hand from a flash on his Finger Ring. He gently caressed the blade, and his entire deanor suddenly changed. The ferocious expression vanished instantly, replaced once again by that familiar look of arrogance.
Many of the Holy Hall Students gasped at the appearance of this sword. The disadvantage of a Wind Attribute Martial Artist was their inherently weak physical strength. All Wind Attribute Martial Artists knew of this drawback, which was why every one of them was certain to have a High-Level Weapon.
Wang Xihai’s expression darkened as he stared at the longsword in Kong Ye Ming’s hand. He murmured, "Wind Dragon Roar, a Profound -grade High-quality Long Sword. One-point-three ters long, three fingers wide, possessing a Wind Attribute characteristic. It’s a Top-Grade Weapon."
At his side, Wang Junyao frowned and added, "’Wind Dragon Roar’? So, Kong Ye Ming is getting serious."
Without this weapon, he would rank tenth at most among students in his year, maybe even lower. But when this weapon appeared, all his weaknesses turned into strengths, and his combat power directly surpassed that of the number one student in his year.
Seeing Kong Ye Ming draw his weapon, Mu Chen, as the disciple of the Profound Old Ghost, naturally knew the characteristics of a Wind Attribute Martial Artist. Drawing a weapon ant his combat power had more than doubled.
Kong Ye Ming lowered his gaze to his sword, stroking the blade as he spoke in a detached tone, "Mu Chen, I have to admit, you do have the right to be arrogant—but only in the Outer Circle. I won’t bully you. Show
your weapon. I don’t want people saying I picked on an unard junior."
The mont he finished speaking, countless Outer Circle Students broke out in jeers. "Tch! A Three-Ring Martial Spirit fighting a Sixth-Ring Martial Master like Mu Chen, and he has the nerve to say he’s not bullying him?"
Mu Chen looked Kong Ye Ming straight in the eye, smiled, and said nothing. ’The burst of speed Kong Ye Ming just displayed already exceeds my limits. If I continue fighting with the Profound Jade Fan on my back, I will surely lose.’
"Mu Chen, you may remove your restraints," a weathered voice called from off-stage. Without looking, Mu Chen knew who it was.
A corner of Mu Chen’s mouth lifted. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, he reached back with his left arm, grabbed the long black case on his back, and with a sudden pull, planted it upright on the arena floor with a THUD. A series of cracking sounds—CRACK CRACK—emanated from where the giant black case t the stage. Then, with a loud BOOM, the Refined Iron Arena, finally unable to bear the weight, collapsed.
This scene left everyone dumbfounded. The Holy Hall Students were all in shock. At this mont, no one spoke. The entire venue was silent as a tomb.
"That’s an arena forged from Refined Iron! Just how heavy does sothing have to be to make it collapse?!" a master exclaid, his expression of shock yet to fade as he stared at the collapsed Refined Iron Arena.
But no one answered him, as they were all still in a daze. Among the Outer Circle Students, however, Little Tiger, Qing Lei, Mo Qing, and Ye Shuangshuang simply shared a smile. Only they knew what was inside that long black case.
Off-stage, one person’s shock was greater than anyone else’s: Mu Bingling, who stood at the edge of the arena. She had practically watched Mu Chen grow up. The power he had displayed in these few short minutes had completely upended her understanding of him. Although she knew Mu Chen had beco very strong, strong enough to challenge and defeat a Grand Martial Master, she had never seen it with her own eyes. Now, witnessing his battle firsthand, she finally realized that the frail younger brother from three years ago had now surpassed her.
’What on earth happened to Mu Chen these past three years? The law of the world is that for everything you gain, you must give sothing in return. The more you gain, the more you must pay.’ Watching his confident smile, Mu Bingling suddenly felt a pang in her chest. Her eyes misted over as she murmured, "So, Chen’Er... just what have you been through these past three years..."
After setting down the Profound Jade Fan, Mu Chen suddenly felt the Primordial Power in his body begin to boil. After breaking through three realms in a row, Mu Chen had directly increased the weight of the Profound Jade Fan by six thousand jin, bringing its total weight to a staggering twenty thousand jin. Once the Profound Jade Fan reached twenty thousand jin, it not only controlled his speed but also suppressed the flow of Primordial Power in his body, making it circulate with extre slowness.
The benefit of this was the constant compression of his Primordial Power, making it exceptionally pure. And once the Profound Jade Fan was removed, the suppressed Primordial Power in Mu Chen’s body would erupt in an instant. His white robes were whiter than snow, his long hair moved without a breeze, and his entire aura underwent an earth-shattering transformation.
Mu Chen extended his left arm and abruptly clenched his fist. The Water Elent in the air rapidly condensed. After a slight pause in space, an ice-blue giant fan ford from Profound Ice appeared in his left hand. The fan was 1.8 ters long, and its open face spanned a massive arc. This Giant Fan was a model Mu Chen had created based on the Profound Jade Fan’s true form, using his ultimate Ice Power. ’However, I’m guessing that the quality of this Profound Ice Giant Fan will be no lower than Middle Grade Profound Rank, and might even reach High-grade Profound Rank.’
"Primordial Qi Materialization!? How is that possible?" Qin Garden cried out in alarm.
That’s right, even the ever-composed Qin Garden had cried out. But her outburst didn’t make anyone feel she had lost her composure. Primordial Qi Materialization was a technique commonly used by martial artists at the Emperor Realm, but it was absolutely impossible for anyone below that realm to master. Only now did they realize that the ice wall from before wasn’t a Combat Skill at all, but Primordial Qi Materialization.
Actually, their guess wasn’t entirely correct. The ice wall was indeed a product of Primordial Qi Materialization, but it was self-materializing. It had nothing to do with Mu Chen himself; he hadn’t even used his consciousness to form it.
Gently waving the Profound Ice Giant Fan, Mu Chen frowned to himself. ’A fan condensed from Profound Ice is too light. Waving it feels like I’m holding nothing at all. Still, this is perfect. To attack a Wind Attribute Martial Artist, I need to be even faster than he is!’
"I have my weapon now. Co on," Mu Chen said, swinging the Profound Ice Giant Fan. He stomped his foot hard, and as the Thunder Light surged, his figure suddenly distorted. With a flick of the Profound Ice Giant Fan in his hand, a blade of fan energy locked onto Kong Ye Ming and shot out with a SWOOSH.
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