The matches continued. Soon, it was ti for Wei Qiutong of East Mountain and Tang Long of West Mountain.
The crowd was startled. Didn’t that an the only two contestants left would be facing each other? They quickly ran through the nas—and sure enough, the only two remaining were Wen Qingye and Yann Xiangyang.
A cold smile touched the corner of Yann Xiangyang’s mouth. She lifted her head. "Hmph, Wen Qingye? This ti, I’ll show you what I’m made of."
Wen Qingye, on the other hand, appeared quite calm, as if it didn’t matter who his opponent was.
On the stage, Tang Long and Wei Qiutong were locked in a battle of equals, a true clash of titans that had the spectators’ blood pumping. Boundless Primordial Qi soared and swirled through the air.
In the end, Wei Qiutong defeated Tang Long by a narrow margin. Tang Long sighed and walked off the arena in resignation.
"The final match of the day: Wen Qingye of North Mountain versus Yann Xiangyang of South Mountain!"
A clear, resounding voice echoed across the martial arts grounds of Qig Mountain Academy. A palpable tension gripped the crowd, and many of the new students felt their hearts leap into their throats.
Wen Qingye strolled onto the arena, two swords strapped to his back.
As Wen Qingye stepped onto the stage, gasps of admiration rippled through the surrounding new students, especially the young won.
Wen Qingye’s strength was undisputed among the new students. Everyone knew that even if he were to be defeated today, he was destined to beco the next Lang Feng—the next ruler of the Outer Courtyard.
The clamor of voices was deafening. For a kiloter around the Purple Stone Arena, a dense sea of people had gathered, packed so tightly it was impossible to move. Everyone was waiting to watch this final match.
To the surprise of many male students, Wen Qingye was incredibly popular with the female students. All around, young won were shouting their encouragent for him.
"Go, Wen Qingye! You’ll definitely win!"
"Wen Qingye, I love you! I believe in you!"
"Wen Qingye is so handso!"
Even so female students from South Mountain were secretly cheering from the crowd, making no effort to hide their affection for Wen Qingye. They shrieked, hollered, and giggled, a boisterous, chaotic scene of support.
It was only then that many in the crowd truly took notice of Wen Qingye, realizing just how exceptional he was. From his formidable strength and handso features to his unshakable, graceful bearing—not to ntion the terrifyingly perfect power he had displayed in his fight against Geng Hao the day before...
Watching the crowd cheer, Gao Yuerou felt a thrill of excitent. She couldn’t believe that the outcast from Phoenix City now commanded such prestige at Qig Mountain Academy, one of the three great academies in the Celestial Martial Country.
Kang Yan watched Wen Qingye and couldn’t help but murmur, "For a new student, this Wen Qingye is truly incredible. But for him to win today... I’m afraid it’s impossible."
Xia Moyu gazed at Wen Qingye’s figure standing tall on the arena, and a fierce sense of rivalry surged within him. ’One day, I, Xia Moyu, will also stand on a grand arena like that! I’ll have others cheering for , screaming my na!’
Seeing the crowd cheer for Wen Qingye—especially the female students from her own South Mountain—made Yann Xiangyang’s mood sour instantly.
A slight smile played on Wen Qingye’s lips as he saw Yann Xiangyang approach.
Yann Xiangyang’s lovely eyes settled on Wen Qingye as she said slowly, "Wen Qingye, I’m surprised you actually dared to co up here. I’ll give you this—I admire your courage."
Wen Qingye chuckled. "It’s not like you’re so beast from the Primordial Chaos. And even if you were, it’s not as if I haven’t seen one before. What is there to fear?"
Yann Xiangyang tilted her head back. "Wen Qingye, you really are arrogant. I’ll give you one chance: get off this stage on your own, and I might let you go."
The mont Yann Xiangyang finished speaking, a wave of disapproving hisses rose from the crowd.
Ren Hua watched Yann Xiangyang, his brow furrowed. "I’m afraid there’s not much hope for Wen Qingye to win today."
Wei Qiutong nodded in agreent. "Mm. Yann Xiangyang’s skill is considerable. She’s the second-strongest expert of South Mountain. Even I couldn’t guarantee a victory against her."
Many of the new students continued to cheer for Wen Qingye, even though they knew his chances of winning today were slim.
The senior students, however, watched the match begin and finally breathed a sigh of relief. ’At last, soone is here to stop this freshman.’ If a new student kept racking up victories in the Four Mountains Martial Arts Gathering, they, the senior students, would be completely humiliated.
With that, Yann Xiangyang drew the longsword from her waist. A ribbon of light, as brilliant and fluid as quicksilver, flashed before the crowd’s eyes.
Her domineering words, combined with the valiant aura that radiated from her, sent a thrill through so. But for many of the female students below, it only prompted a wave of muttered curses that rose like the incoming tide.
Yann Xiangyang’s face flushed red. Her eyes narrowed as she listened to the angry muttering, and her hatred for Wen Qingye grew even more intense.
Just then, the crowd saw Wen Qingye raise a hand, and the surrounding din ca to an abrupt halt.
The screaming girls, along with the other new students, all fell silent, their eyes fixed on Wen Qingye’s sun-drenched figure on the stage.
This sight made Yann Xiangyang’s frown deepen.
Yann Xiangyang knew exactly what this ant. ’To command silence with a single gesture... that kind of prestige is earned, not faked. If anyone else had tried it, they would have been t with nothing but scorn and ridicule.’
Wen Qingye narrowed his eyes at Yann Xiangyang. "What makes you think you can tell to get off this stage? Do you have the strength to back it up?"
Seeing the mockery in Wen Qingye’s eyes, Yann Xiangyang snapped, "I’ll show you right now whether I have the strength or not! And when I do, don’t bla for not holding back!"
With that, Yann Xiangyang stomped a foot forward and shot toward Wen Qingye, her movents a disorienting flurry of steps.
As Yann Xiangyang charged, Wen Qingye’s clothes fluttered. He moved like a graceful butterfly, dancing nimbly aside as his black hair flew back and his robes billowed.
"Trying to dodge?" Yann Xiangyang sneered.
The sword in her hand erupted with a blinding light, a brilliant ribbon reflecting the sun’s rays. Her form dissolved into a series of afterimages as she pressed her attack on Wen Qingye.
Her sword radiated a scorching light, and a searing heat wave rolled out from it, seeming to burn the very air.
The faces of the onlookers changed. ’Sixth-Grade Martial Arts, the Flaming Sword Technique!’
This was a strike that could not be underestimated. Its power was so imnse that even so of the senior students paled, their hearts pounding in shock.
Knowing he couldn’t dodge in ti, Wen Qingye drew the Ancient Moon Sword from his back.
SHIIING!
"Spiritual Snake Transforming Dragon!"
Wen Qingye thrust his sword forward. Shards of golden light flashed as the sword’s body emitted a crackling hum, like the long roar of a dragon. A massive, thick serpent appeared, its huge golden scales glittering brilliantly in the sunlight.
The giant serpent lunged ferociously toward Yann Xiangyang. In its wake, the surrounding Primordial Qi erupted with a series of thunderous roars.
Suddenly, the coiling serpent’s body seed to pass right through the air, sending out visible ripples that spread outwards. Then, incredibly, the entire serpent sprouted four claws, transforming into a massive Flood Dragon.
The crowd watched in stunned silence as the Sword Qi completed its transformation into a Flood Dragon!
The brilliant, scorching blade of light finally collided with the soaring Flood Dragon. Streaks of blinding light erupted, and everyone instinctively shut their eyes and took a few steps back.
Then, they felt a trendous roar as the aftershocks of the exploding Primordial Qi began to spread, rolling outwards in wave after wave.
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