My Brother's the Protagonist? Good Thing I Awakened My System! Chapter 187 Ling Meiyu's Overwhelming Victory!



Chapter 187 Ling iyu's Overwhelming Victory!

The crowd erupted in excitent as the first match was announced.

Nobody expected the competition's favorite to win to appear in the very first match.

It was like going to watch a movie and being hit by the climax scene in the first minute.

Ling iyu's na alone was enough to send waves of chatter rippling through the spectators, while Zhao Min's reputation as a fierce and relentless fighter added to the anticipation.

Zhao Min, one of the strongest competitors, had recently broken through to the Grand Qi Condensation Realm.

It was widely expected that he would secure a high ranking in the Dragon and Phoenix Ranking.

However, fate had dealt him an unfortunate hand-his opponent was Ling iyu.

"Who could have thought that Ling iyu would be fighting in the first match? This is going to be exciting!"

"Ling iyu's up first! She'll crush this Zhao Min in no ti. Zhao Min sure is unlucky!" "Don't underestimate Zhao Min! He's from the Iron Fist Sect-There is a good chance that he could clench in the victory!"

"Dammit! I had bet on Zhao Min reaching the top 10!"

"Ling iyu..."

Feng Yun muttered quietly.

Unexpectedly, the first match turned out to be the one he had been eagerly waiting

for.

Although he felt it was a pity that her opponent wasn't him, he wasn't going to miss a chance to observe her strength.

Other Feng Clan participants shared the sa sentint.

This was an opportunity to study a potential enemy and gain an advantage if they faced her in the coming matches.

Amid the clamor, Ling iyu prepared to go to the arena, her expression calm and composed.

Yuan Ziyan gave her a reassuring nod.

"Best of luck, iyu!"

The other disciples quickly chid in, their voices filled with encouragent.

"Show them the strength of the Mystic Fla Sect!"

"You've got this, Junior Sister!"

"We'll be cheering for you!"

Ling iyu gave a faint smile and nodded in acknowledgnt before stepping into the

arena.

Her movents were fluid and controlled, drawing admiration from the audience.

"So, she is Ling iyu. So beautiful!"

"No wonder she is considered a beauty. Give her a few years and she will definitely sit in the Top of the Beauty List."

"Having talent and beauty... so envious!"

For those from outside the capital, it was rare to see Ling iyu in person.

But even those who had, like the Feng Clan, hadn't seen her for many years and she has grown in many ways.

However, her appearance was secondary to the curiosity surrounding her strength. After all, her reputation as the most talented person in the Azure Sky Empire is well-known and people couldn't wait to know whether it is true or just a rumor.

On the opposite side, Zhao Min marched into the arena with a determined expression. His broad fra and the iron gauntlets he wore on both hands gave him an imposing presence.

The crowd cheered for him as well, though their enthusiasm was slightly tempered by the overwhelming reputation of his opponent.

The announcer's voice bood again.

"The rules are simple! Victory is declared when one participant admits defeat, is incapacitated, or is unable to continue fighting. Both participants, are you ready?" Ling iyu gave a small nod, her gaze unwavering as she glanced at Zhao Min. Zhao Min clenched his fists, his gauntlets glinting nacingly.

"I'm ready!"

He declared, his voice filled with resolve.

"Then let the match begin!"

The mont the announcer's voice faded, Zhao Min charged forward like a raging bull.

He didn't hold back, displaying the full might of his Early Grand Qi Condensation Realm power.

His fists glowed with a tallic sheen as he activated his Iron Fist Technique, a signature skill of his sect.

"Take this!"

He roared, swinging a devastating punch aid directly at Ling iyu.

The crowd gasped as the force of his punch sent shockwaves through the air.

But Ling iyu remained calm.

With a graceful sidestep, she evaded the attack effortlessly.

Her movents were so smooth that it seed as if she were dancing rather than

fighting.

Zhao Min's punch struck the ground, creating a small crater.

He quickly pivoted and launched another attack, but Ling iyu continued to dodge with case, her expression unchanging.

"Stop dodging and fight !"

He bellowed in frustration, pouring more power into his attacks.

Ling iyu sighed softly, her expression tinged with mild disappointnt.

As expected, even a genius in Grand Qi Condensation Realm was no match for her

current self.

Even if she were to use 50% of her power, she could easily defeat soone like Zhao Min.

Zhao Min's relentless attacks were powerful, but they lacked precision and control.

It was clear to her that he was relying solely on brute strength-a futile effort against

her.

As he charged at her again, his fists brimming with qi, Ling iyu finally decided to

end the farce.

With a single, fluid motion, she unsheathed her sword.

The blade glead in the sunlight, its edge so sharp it seed to hum with

anticipation.

Zhao Min roared and launched another punch, putting all his strength into the attack.

Ling iyu's gaze remained steady.

She took a single step forward, her sword moving with an elegance that belied its

deadly intent.

Slash!

The sound was soft, almost imperceptible, but the effect was imdiate.

Zhao Min froze mid-strike, his eyes wide with disbelief.

The qi surrounding his fists dissipated, and his gauntlets cracked, falling to the ground

in pieces.

A thin line of qi flickered across his chest, his robes sliced cleanly without drawing

blood.

The force of Ling iyu's strike sent a wave of energy rippling through the arena, causing the dust to settle and the air to still.

Zhao Min staggered backward, his legs trembling as he struggled to remain standing.

"I... I lost..."

He muttered, his voice barely audible. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the

ground, unable to continue.

The crowd erupted in a mix of awe and disbelief.

"One strike! She defeated him with just one strike!" "Incredible! Too strong! Zhao Min could even get a single hit!"

"Is this the power of Ling iyu? She didn't even use a technique!"

Although the fight was anticlimactic and the outco predictable, the sheer power

Ling iyu displayed was overwhelming.

The match ended in less than a minute with Ling iyu defeating Zhao Min with a single swing of her sword.

Yet, no one looked down on Zhao Min.

On the contrary, his strength was undeniable-it was simply his misfortune to face an opponent as overwhelmingly powerful as Ling iyu at such an early stage of the

competition.

Ling iyu calmly sheathed her sword, her expression unchanging.

She turned to the announcer, who seed montarily stunned before raising his

voice.

"Victory goes to Ling iyu of the Mystic Fla Sect!"

The crowd roared, their cheers echoing throughout the arena.

Ling iyu gave a slight nod to the spectators before walking back toward her sect's

seating area.

Yuan Ziyan was the first to greet her, her eyes sparkling with excitent.

"iyu, that was amazing! As expected!"

The other disciples quickly joined in, their admiration evident.

"As expected of Junior Sister! That was perfection!"

"Zhao Min didn't stand a chance!"

Elder Chi also nodded in satisfaction.

As Ling iyu returned to her seat, her gaze briefly swept over the other

competitors.

Many of them were watching her intently, their expressions a mix of wariness and

respect.

(Hmph! Did you see this? This is just a fraction of my strength.)

Ling iyu thought.

She knows that Feng Yun was present here and knows that he must have witnessed

her fight.

She even began to think that Feng Yun might already be regretting making that Three

Year Promise to her.

Indeed, Feng Yun was watching intently although it is unknown whether he would

regret it or not.

"She's strong," Feng Liang muttered.

Other Feng Clan's participants nodded with worried faces.

They all knew that Ling iyu would be a tough opponent but never did they realize

that she was powerful to this extent.

And it wasn't even her full strength either.

"But Brother Yun is stronger!"

Feng i said with confidence.

"Oh! How did you know that?" Feng Yun asked teasingly.

Feng i's cheeks flushed slightly as she straightened her posture, her eyes sparkling

with confidence.

"Because I believe in you," she said firmly, her tone carrying a hint of shyness but also unwavering conviction.

"No matter how strong she is, Brother Yun, you're stronger. I know it."

Feng Yun didn't say anything and just smiled.

Well, sure he can also do what Ling iyu did but he can't say that he was stronger

than her until he sees her full strength.

Although Feng i's reasoning wasn't exactly convincing, to many mbers of the

Feng Clan, it resonated deeply.

They had witnessed the miracles Feng Yun had achieved-rising from a so-called

"trash" to a peerless genius.

Overcoming countless challenges that seed insurmountable, he had earned their unwavering faith.

In their hearts, they too believed that. Feng Yun was stronger than Ling iyu.

The artifact in the sky began shuffling nas again, preparing for the next match.

The artifact slowed and finally stopped, revealing the second pair of contestants: "Feng Yun of the Feng Clan vs. Jian Xian of the Spirit Wind Palace!"