35: Chapter 35 The Final Battle! Begins!

When Yun Ming finished breakfast and went to watch the match, the Middle Stage Qi Refining competition had already ended.

Two Qi Refining Late Stage Cultivators stood opposite each other on the arena.

On one side was a male Cultivator, standing tall and heroic. He did not wear Sect attire, but rather a flashy garment from the mortal world, embroidered with gold thread and inlaid with jade pieces, looking particularly ostentatious. Hanging from his waist was a fiery red longsword, with Spiritual Qi faintly fluctuating—it was a High Grade Magical Artifact.

On the other side was a female Cultivator with a handsome face, long hair tied high, and a neat Sect robe that accentuated her well-proportioned and powerful figure. On her back was a fan-shaped Magical Artifact, which was a Medium Grade.

The two seemed to know each other and exchanged a few simple pleasantries.

"Fairy Lin, long time no see, you look as graceful as ever. Has your sister left seclusion yet?"

"No need for you to trouble yourself, Young Master Wang. My sister is about to have a Breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment Late Stage soon; you should just give up on that idea, she won't like you."

"Fairy Lin, why must you be so heartless? How about we make a bet—if I win, when your sister leaves seclusion, say a few good words for me; if I lose, I will stop pestering your sister from now on. How about that?"

Lin Xiaoyue barely hesitated: "Fine, I'll bet with you! I hope you keep your word."

Wang Yuan slowly drew his sword: "It seems I have a reason I must win."

As soon as he finished speaking, he attacked first. The High Grade Magical Artifact sword technique "Golden Rainbow Sword Technique" moved with his wrist, paired with the fiery red longsword in his hand, the attack was fierce, forcing Lin Xiaoyue to retreat repeatedly. Wang Yuan practiced a Metal-attribute Cultivation Technique, and his Spiritual Qi was tough and overbearing, with piercing sword wind.

The spectators under the stage cheered one after another, all feeling that Wang Yuan had the victory in his grasp.

"Wang Yuan's Golden Rainbow Sword Technique has reached Major Achievement; if he uses his full strength, I'm afraid he could fight against a Qi Refining Great Circle Cultivator."

"Major Achievement is one thing, but he has fought so many matches and has never shown any defensive means; it's likely his weakness."

"I actually think Fairy Lin can win."

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"Wang Yuan wouldn't dare to use heavy blows against such a beautiful woman like Fairy Lin!"

As soon as this was said, the few people around immediately backed away a few steps silently.

Just when everyone thought Lin Xiaoyue was about to lose, water vapor suddenly surged around her. Vast Water-attribute Spiritual Qi surged out, turning into a translucent "Water Element Protective Screen" in front of her, actually blocking all of Wang Yuan's attacks.

Immediately after, the Spiritual Qi surged upwards, condensing into a piece of light gray rain cloud in mid-air. Bean-sized raindrops fell with a splash, creating shallow pits when they hit the arena.

Wang Yuan dared not take it head-on and hurriedly waved his sword to protect his body, but he was still hit by scattered raindrops and sustained some minor injuries. But when he looked up at Lin Xiaoyue and saw the fine sweat on her forehead, he immediately understood: this move "Condensing Rain into Blades" consumed a lot of energy, and she could not hold it for too long.

As long as he held on longer than her, he would definitely win.

But as the people under the stage speculated, he lacked defensive means, and the luxurious robe on his body was just an ordinary item, which had long been battered to tatters by the raindrops.

It was not that he had not tried to break through the water screen to take Lin Xiaoyue down directly, but every time he got close, he was met with a dense, waterfall-like barrage of rain. After a few times, he ended up suffering losses instead.

The situation that he could have won by dragging it out had turned into a passive one due to these few reckless advances. Wang Yuan knew he could not afford to drag it out any longer, so he had to use that sword technique that he had not fully mastered yet.

He let out a low shout, and his longsword glowed with golden light, then the sword shadow flickered and actually split into three golden sword lights. One hung above his head to block the falling rain, while the other two broke through the air, piercing straight at Lin Xiaoyue.

The first sword light hit the water screen, ripples spread out, and the barrier did not break.

Lin Xiaoyue breathed a sigh of relief, but the second sword light followed closely and hit the same spot heavily. A subtle cracking sound rang out, and the water screen actually showed a crack.

Her face changed, and she hurriedly urged her Spiritual Qi to reinforce it.

Wang Yuan was not having an easy time either; the rain was getting heavier, and he had more and more injuries. Both of them had almost reached their limits—Wang Yuan was covered in wounds, and Lin Xiaoyue's face was pale.

Just then, Wang Yuan suddenly withdrew the sword light above his head, poured all his Spiritual Qi into the remaining two light blades, slashed at the water screen together, and at the same time threw himself at Lin Xiaoyue!

Lin Xiaoyue sneered inwardly, thinking he was too arrogant, but she did not hesitate, draining all her Spiritual Qi. The rain cloud shook violently, and the heavy rain turned into arrows, bombarding Wang Yuan with full force.

Boom!

The arena shook, and the raindrops hitting the ground kicked up dust, obscuring everyone's vision.

"Wang Yuan—wins!"

With a loud shout from the referee, the audience knew the winner had been decided.

The dust gradually dissipated. Wang Yuan was in tatters, covered in blood, with a deep wound on his forehead that could reach the bone, dripping with blood. The longsword in his hand trembled slightly, and the tip of the sword touched Lin Xiaoyue's neck gently.

Lin Xiaoyue's Spiritual Qi was exhausted, and her face was as white as paper.

"Fairy Lin," Wang Yuan said with a weak breath, word by word, "I won... I hope you keep your word."

"Wow—!!!"

The whole audience cheered like thunder. Both were quickly helped off the stage, leaving only speckled water stains and sword marks on the arena.

Even Yun Ming, who was watching from the side, could not help but applaud.

However, after the Late Stage Qi Refining match ended, it was the turn of the Qi Refining Great Circle Cultivators.

Sure enough, as the two's match ended, the third arena lit up.

And under the stage, Ye Chen had already met with Li Ping.

Ye Chen did not know that the Foundation Establishment Cultivator who attacked him last night had anything to do with Li Ping, so he still greeted him very friendly: "Hello, Senior Brother."

Li Ping also nodded with a smile, looking approachable: "Junior Brother, you must go easy on me; I'm not good at taking hits."

"Senior Brother, don't joke, this is the final, no need to be humble." Ye Chen said with a smile.

"Hahahaha, alright, then I will properly learn from Junior Brother's skills." After saying that, Li Ping walked onto the arena first.

Just as Ye Chen was preparing to walk onto the arena, Xuan Lao suddenly reminded: "Kid, be careful, this person practices a Demonic Technique."

"Demonic Technique?" Ye Chen was a little confused. He could not see anything about the Senior Brother in front of him that looked like he practiced a Demonic Technique. "Could Xuan Lao have seen it wrong?"

"Hmph, my eyes never see wrong."

"But, this Senior Brother looks very normal."

"That's because he hides it very well, but it cannot escape my Dharma Eye."

Ye Chen walked onto the arena doubtfully, looking at the Senior Brother in front of him, and could not help but frown.

Just then, Xuan Lao said even more firmly: "I am now certain he is a Demonic Cultivator."

"Why?"

"Look at the viewing platform."

Ye Chen looked at the viewing platform and saw at a glance that Yun Ming was cheering him on.

It's just that his movements were a bit strange, as if he was punching, or as if he was beating a drum.

"See it?"

"Saw it, Brother Ming is cheering for me."

"Kid, you are still young, it's normal that you don't understand. This Senior is telling you in a unique way to beat the person in front of you hard."

"Really? Xuan Lao, you are too amazing, you can even tell this!" Ye Chen said with some admiration in his voice.

"Alright, you will slowly understand in the future, now focus on the match."

Ye Chen promised firmly, thinking that he would also become as amazing as Xuan Lao in the future.

Yun Ming was very gratified on the viewing platform. He could feel that the kid had received his blessing.

For the Spirit Stones he bet, he must beat Senior Brother Li Ping hard.

"Senior Brother Li Ping, sorry, I have earned these Spirit Stones for sure, even Jesus cannot stop it, as Ye Chen said."

Then he watched the match seriously.