Chapter 741: 741 Ye Wanlan: I am waiting for my sword [Chapter 1]
Finally, the long-awaited mont had arrived.
“Really?” Si Minghe squinted her eyes. “That’s perfect. Rest assured, when the contest cos, I will not hold back.”
Ye Wanlan stood unmoved. “Whether you hold back or not, the outco will be the sa.”
“Hmph! Anyone can talk big,” Si Minghe’s gaze grew colder, a smirk on her lips. “I hope you can say the sa with such composure when on stage.”
She turned and left for the waiting room to prepare.
“She’s not easy to deal with,” ca i’en’s voice from behind Ye Wanlan. “Since you didn’t die as she wished in the cetery, she’ll be ruthless against you.”
“As I said, the outco remains the sa.” Ye Wanlan’s expression was calm. “Lady i’en never focused on Si Minghe, but rather on Victoria Monroe.”
“Indeed,” i’en nodded with a smile. “Si Minghe is arrogant, and though Victoria is the previous champion, she still has many cards unrevealed, being a loose cultivator with little information available. Unfortunately, I didn’t face her in the first match.”
The Romanov Family had tried to recruit Victoria Monroe, but failed.
This powerful psychic ca out of nowhere. Before the last Spirit Summoning Battle, no one knew her na or her master’s origins.
An unknown opponent is far more terrifying than a familiar one.
“Interesting,” Ye Wanlan nodded slightly. “Hearing you say that, I want to try her too.”
“Rong Si.” i’en suddenly called her na with great seriousness, her expression turning solemn. “Co out alive.”
“Of course.” Ye Wanlan removed a black rubber band from her wrist and tied her hair up high. “My life is too precious to be left here.”
i’en watched the girl’s back, and an absurd thought suddenly crossed her mind—
Could it be that Rong Si is actually the Princess Yongning that Sulya ntioned was still alive?
The thought had just erged when i’en dismissed it again.
How could it be possible?
She shook her head and returned to the seed players’ seats, waiting for the first match to begin.
The audience had also entered the live stream early, eagerly waiting when they learned Rong Si and Si Minghe were opponents.
[This is sure to be a spectacular duel!]
[I didn’t expect such strong contenders to et so early; it’s a pity not to see them shine in the final round.]
[Co on, place your bets: will Rong Si win, or will Si Minghe?]
On the stage, Ye Wanlan and Si Minghe stood oppositely.
The host stood between them and announced loudly, “An exciting scene is about to unfold. The level of excitent in this Spirit Summoning Battle is beyond my expectation. Let’s invite our contestants to present the first Soul Battle!”
“Clap clap clap!”
The audience’s applause thundered through the room, everyone eagerly awaiting.
“I announce—” the host waved, “The match officially begins!”
As soon as the words left his mouth, a buzzing sound was heard!
The two on stage disappeared from everyone’s sight, the last fra fixing on Si Minghe’s sinister smile.
[What happened? Where did they go?!]
[A powerful psychic duel causes a magnetic field shift, creating a new enclosed space. Unless one dies, this space will not collapse, and we can’t see what happens inside.]
[I’ve heard of this secret technique, but surely the match isn’t a death battle—must it go this far?]
[It’s said that the Si Family migrated from Shenzhou to the Global Center a hundred years ago, tracing back to the sa bloodline. Born of the sa root, must they fight each other so urgently?]
Due to Ye Wanlan’s outstanding performance in previous matches and her profound respect for Empress Valenkina, she gained the audience’s favor.
Therefore, when Si Minghe chose to eliminate her, it aroused the crowd’s discontent.
[In a clash of rivals, the brave one wins. This is a match, of course, one should give their all. If Rong Si loses, it’s due to his lesser skills. Why bla Miss Minghe?]
[Miss Minghe is a Si Family mber, easily dealing with the Rong Family. Is there a need for underhanded tricks?]
[Once the enclosed space is broken and soone walks out, we’ll know today’s winner.]
Those familiar with Spirit Communication knew that today, only one between Rong Si and Si Minghe would live.
The host was also in shock.
She stood there dazed, not knowing what to do for a mont.
Originally, the production team intended to use the first match to attract more viewers.
But now that the participants had vanished, how could they raise the show’s popularity?
Cold sweat ford on the host’s forehead.
This episode of the Spirit Summoning Battle was truly a hot potato!
Now, what should be done?
**
This was a pitch-black space, with an unfathomable darkness beneath and a star-studded sky like a galaxy above, dreamy and surreal.
Yet, the more magnificent the place, the more hidden dangers awaited.
“Spiritual Power Space,” Ye Wanlan said calmly. “It seems you’ve intended to kill from the start.”
“Indeed, this is the Spiritual Power Space,” Si Minghe looked at her palm, her gaze turning even more sinister. “Today, you must die.”
She carried out the Si Clan Patriarch’s order: under no circumstances could Rong Si leave the Northern Lands alive, for she would beco the Si Family’s great threat.
“The Si Family’s upper echelon ordered my death, and that’s why you are so determined,” said Ye Wanlan leisurely. “So, the Si Family is afraid as well. What are you afraid of?”
Si Minghe’s expression changed instantly.
She had never said these things; could it be that Rong Si had deduced them?
But it was too accurate.
“Afraid of Shenzhou’s resurgence, surpassing the Global Center,” Ye Wanlan suddenly smiled, stepping forward. “Afraid of the Six Great Sects’ heritage flourishing, the Si Family unable to resist, and afraid we’ll settle scores from three hundred years ago.”
Every word precisely hit Si Minghe’s sore spots.
Being a Si Family mber, she was born proud.
Even among the Five Great Families of Yunjing, she never paid heed.
When had she ever suffered such humiliation?
“Rong Si, enough with the nonsense.” Si Minghe’s eyes grew more murderous as she spoke coldly, “I’ll give you a chance to strike, so even if you die, it will be in battle, without disgracing the Rong Family.”
Upon hearing this, Ye Wanlan slowly closed her eyes, saying nothing.
She stood there quietly, not faltering in her breath, which puzzled Si Minghe greatly.
She feared Rong Si was hiding so trump card, so she directly used the Spiritual Power Space from the outset, trapping Rong Si on her turf.
Moreover, Si Minghe could feel the spiritual power fluctuations on the girl were weaker than hers.
This way, Rong Si could only be at her rcy, ready to be slaughtered.
“What are you waiting for?” Si Minghe smirked with disdain. “I admit you walking out of the cetery greatly exceeded my expectations, but this is where it ends.”
She would personally kill Rong Si to resolve her hatred, and she could also earn rewards from the Si Clan Patriarch—a win-win situation.
Ye Wanlan kept her eyes closed as she looked slightly upward, a peaceful expression on her face, “I’m waiting for my sword.”
“Your sword?” Si Minghe seed to hear a laughable joke, almost laughing to tears. “You don’t think a cold weapon can break my Art and thod, do you?”
A martial artist, after all, is only human, and no matter how strong their inner strength, it cannot surpass human limits.
But Art and thod are different; they draw strength from the heavens, and their formidable power is beyond what martial artists can imagine.
A Rong Family mber, practicing the Great Purity Pulse, ultimately using a weapon like a martial artist—it was laughable!
Si Minghe finally lost her patience: “Since you’ve given up struggling, then perish!”
“Clang!”
At that mont, the sound of a sword echoed from the Northland Imperial Palace!
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