Chapter 254: Chapter 141: Fierce Battle 3
A suffocating, deathly silence fell over the entire Martial Arts Arena.
The faces of the Wutai Sect disciples showed a trace of disappointment and an indescribable sense of humiliation.
At the sect’s gate, the Chief Disciple of the Geng Metal Institute had been soundly defeated.
Nie Shanshan’s beautiful brows knitted together, a grave look passing through her eyes.
She had originally thought that with his Geng Metal True Qi flowing through the Ten Orthodox Meridians and his Vajra Armor-Breaking Fist at the Great Success Realm, Yan Yaoyang would at least be able to fight Xiao Bieli to a standstill, even if he couldn’t win.
This scene undoubtedly forced her to raise her assessment of Xiao Bieli’s strength yet again.
"Senior Brother won again..."
Ye Qingyi stood half a step behind Xiao Bieli, her gaze fixed on his tall, straight back, like a pine tree. Her cool eyes were filled with undisguised admiration and pride.
The crowd in the distant shadows of the trees also erupted into hushed discussions.
"He lost! Yan Yaoyang lost too!"
"Hiss... This Xiao Bieli is terrifying!"
"The younger generation of Cold Jade Valley truly stands peerless in Yunlin!"
The spies from the Xuanjia Sect and Qixia Manor exchanged a look. Their eyes held a fear of Xiao Bieli’s strength, but also a faint trace of schadenfreude at seeing the Wutai Sect suffer a setback.
The two Tributors from the Liu Family glanced at each other, their eyes glinting as they seemed to assess the subtle shifts in the future power dynamics of Yunlin Prefecture.
Xiao Bieli let out a long breath, and the hand holding his sword trembled slightly.
"Senior Brother Yan has fully displayed the magnificent style of the Wutai Sect’s Geng Metal Institute. I came here today on a whim and have yet to have my fill. I wonder, of the great disciples from your sect’s other four institutes, who might be interested in coming up to exchange a few pointers and test their skills?"
His gaze swept across the members of the Wutai Sect, as if searching for a new opponent.
Below the stage, the Wutai Sect disciples were furious, but no one dared to answer the call.
Yan Yaoyang’s defeat was like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the fiery passion in most of them.
Disciples at the Late-stage Embracing Pill were already rare; apart from the few Chief Disciples, no one else was qualified to step forward.
Among the Chief Disciples, Nie Shanshan’s expression was grave as she seemed to be weighing her options. Li Lei’s face was pale, his fear already showing. Li Wang’s brows were locked in a tight frown, knowing the gap in their strength was immense.
As for Chen Qing, his face was completely expressionless.
’That trembling hand just now is enough to prove he used his full strength against Yan Yaoyang. Right now, he’s just putting on an act.’
’If I go up and fight him now, there’s no benefit to winning—people would just call it a war of attrition. But losing would be a huge embarrassment.’
The Wutai Sect Elders also looked grim, murmuring to each other in low voices.
Seeing that no one was responding, the atmosphere in the Martial Arts Arena grew even more tense and oppressive.
Xiao Bieli waited for a moment, a faint hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
"It seems I came here full of excitement, only to return disappointed."
His tone carried a hint of regret. "The Wutai Sect has so many talented individuals, and the Chief Disciples of the Five Institutes are all prides of Yunlin. I hope that the next time I come to visit, the Wutai Sect can offer me a greater surprise."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped looking at the Wutai Sect members, whose expressions were incredibly grim. He turned to Sang Yanping and the other Elders and cupped his fist in salute again. "Elder Sang, Seniors, I have imposed on you today. I will take my leave."
With that, he deftly sheathed his sword, turned, and walked away.
Ye Qingyi followed closely behind him. The grey-robed old man, Mo Yun, also gave a slight nod, and the three of them headed toward the sect gate.
The surrounding crowd also scattered like birds and beasts.
In the vast Martial Arts Arena, only a deathly silence and the flushed faces of the Wutai Sect disciples remained.
The crowd in the Martial Arts Arena gradually dispersed.
Yan Yaoyang had already been helped away by people from the Geng Metal Institute to treat his injuries. Nie Shanshan, Li Lei, and the others also left, their expressions grave.
As Chen Qing recalled the fight, he began to ponder. ’Judging from the battle just now, it doesn’t seem like that Xiao Bieli is cultivating two types of True Qi simultaneously.’
’But I can’t rule out the possibility that he was hiding his true strength, or that he has other hidden cards he hasn’t played yet.’
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