121: Chapter 121 Showdown with Lin Xiao, Prepare to Die!

The two exchanged over twenty moves.

Ye Yun held back throughout, eventually winning by a narrow margin of a single move, giving Shen Lang plenty of Face.

Shen Lang was completely convinced, and upon leaving the stage, he specifically cupped his fists to Ye Yun in thanks.

At this point, the final four were decided.

Ye Yun, Shen Lang, Lin Xiao, and another Disciple ranked sixth in the Outer Sect.

When the list of the final four was announced, there was a lot of chatter below the stage.

"Lin Xiao actually made it to the top four? Isn't he only at Great Martial Master Level 3?"

"Yeah, his luck in these rounds has been too good; he drew weaklings every time and was practically escorted all the way in."

"It's a pity he's up against Ye Yun; his good luck has come to an end."

"For sure, Ye Yun is someone who even beat Shen Lang; what does Lin Xiao have to fight with?"

Ye Yun's roommates gathered together, their Faces full of ease.

Zhao Hu slapped his thigh and laughed.

"That kid Lin Xiao is definitely going down this time! Let him see what happens after relying on his prestige as tenth in the Outer Sect to bully others; this time, Brother Ye Yun will teach him a good lesson!"

Zhou Wen also nodded with a smile.

"It's a sure thing, it's a sure thing. Brother Ye Yun will have no problem entering the finals."

The draw results for the semi-finals were announced—Ye Yun versus Lin Xiao.

The two ascended the arena stage and stood facing each other.

Lin Xiao stood opposite him without a hint of fear; instead, a bizarre smile hung on his Face.

He looked at Ye Yun, his eyes filled with resentment and triumph, as if victory was already in his grasp.

"Ye Yun, you didn't expect this, did you? That we would meet on the arena stage."

Lin Xiao spoke, his voice carrying undisguised malice.

"Today, I will let you know the consequences of offending Brother Yun."

Ye Yun looked at him, his expression calm, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He had long expected Murong Yun to make a move during this Great Competition, and Lin Xiao was clearly that pawn.

[A blood burst pill? Or something else?]

Ye Yun sneered inwardly, but remained outwardly unperturbed, saying indifferently.

"With just you?"

Lin Xiao's expression changed, and he gave a sinister laugh.

"You'll find out in a moment!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he struck first, his fists wrapped in Mystic Power as they smashed down fiercely!

Ye Yun shifted his feet slightly, executing Flowing Cloud Steps to easily avoid the attack.

When the first strike missed, Lin Xiao immediately changed his technique, his offensive continuous and unending.

Yet he couldn't even touch the corner of Ye Yun's clothes.

Three moves, five moves, ten moves...

The more Lin Xiao fought, the more alarmed and desperate he became.

He exerted all his strength, yet he couldn't even force Ye Yun to strike seriously.

Ye Yun was like someone taking a leisurely stroll, calmly weaving through his storm-like offensive.

Occasionally striking back, he left Lin Xiao in a pathetic state.

"Is this all you've got?"

Ye Yun said indifferently, his tone full of mockery.

"After fighting for so long, you can't even make me sweat. Still not surrendering? Do you insist on making a fool of yourself here?"

Bursts of laughter erupted from below the stage, and the Outer Sect Disciples began to jeer.

"Lin Xiao, come down! Stop embarrassing yourself!"

"This level of skill and you're in the final four? Just hurry up and surrender!"

"Junior Brother Ye Yun, stop playing with him, finish him with one punch!"

Lin Xiao's Face turned ashen; listening to the mockery from below, the resentment in his eyes almost overflowed.

He forced Ye Yun back with a palm strike, stumbled back a few steps, and gasped for breath.

"Ye Yun... you forced me into this!"

He suddenly took out a blood-colored Medicinal Pill from his robes and shoved it into his mouth!

Instantly, a violent aura exploded from within his body!

Lin Xiao's cultivation began to climb frantically—Great Martial Artist Fourth Level!

Great Martial Master Level 5! Great Martial Master Sixth Level! Great Martial Master Seventh Level!

It wasn't until it reached the Early Stage of Great Martial Master Seventh Level that the aura slowly stabilized.

Veins bulged all over Lin Xiao's body, and his Face became hideous.

His whole being emitted a tyrannical aura, as if he were a Vicious Beast that had lost its reason.

The crowd below the stage instantly erupted!

"A blood burst pill! He took a blood burst pill!"

"That's a forbidden drug! Taking forbidden drugs is prohibited in The Great Competition!"

"Quick, look at how the Elders will handle this!"

On the high platform, several Elders frowned slightly, but no one stood up to stop it.

Ye Yun was also at Great Martial Master Seventh Level; the two were in the same Realm, making the outcome unpredictable.

As for the blood burst pill...

Even if Lin Xiao won, he would be disqualified, and Ye Yun would still be able to advance.

Elder Zhou spoke indifferently, "Let's watch for a bit."

Murong Yun sat in the VIP seats, a smug, cold smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He glanced at Murong Qingyue beside him.

Only to see his sister staring intently at the arena, her eyes full of worry.

[Who is she worried about?]

Murong Yun's brow furrowed slightly, then relaxed.

He assumed she was worried that Lin Xiao would be too heavy-handed; after all, this girl was kind-hearted.

On the other side, Mu Wanyao's hands tightly gripped the railing, her Face turning slightly pale.

Zhao Xinyue also put away her usual playfulness and stared nervously at the stage.

At the edge of the crowd, that cold and elegant figure still stood quietly.

Yet a ripple of emotion appeared in those cold eyes.

On the arena stage, Lin Xiao felt the surging power within his body and laughed maniacally toward the sky.

"Ye Yun! Do you see this? This is true power! Today, you are dead!"

Ye Yun looked at him, his expression still calm, even carrying a hint of pity.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"If this is your final trump card, then today, you will undoubtedly die."

Lin Xiao's smile stiffened, followed by a surge of rage.

"Arrogant! Die for me!"

His figure lunged forward, his speed several times faster than before, as he threw a punch toward Ye Yun's Face!

Ye Yun also threw a punch, the first form of the Setting Sun Fist—Rising Setting Sun!

"Boom!"

The two fists collided, a violent airwave exploded, and countless cracks spread across the arena floor.

Lin Xiao let out a muffled groan and retreated several steps, his fist dripping with blood.

Ye Yun, however, remained motionless and slowly withdrew his fist.

"Impossible!"

Lin Xiao's eyes widened, his Face full of disbelief.

He had already risen to Great Martial Master Seventh Level, yet he was still knocked back by a single punch from Ye Yun!

Ye Yun gave him no chance to catch his breath.

Executing Flowing Cloud Steps, he instantly closed the distance, alternating between the second and third forms of the Setting Sun Fist.

Fist shadows poured down like a torrential rain!

Lin Xiao exerted all his strength to defend, but he was forced back step by step, in a wretched state.

He finally realized that even after taking the blood burst pill, he was absolutely no match for Ye Yun!

[No... I must use that!]

A flash of madness crossed Lin Xiao's eyes as he braced himself to take a punch from Ye Yun.

He suddenly pulled a thin needle glinting with a faint blue, cold light from his sleeve!

"Ye Yun! Go to hell!"

He His body suddenly rose, thrusting the poison needle coated in Seven-Step Heart-Breaking Powder fiercely toward Ye Yun's throat!

Exclamations instantly erupted from below the stage!

"What is that?!"

"A hidden weapon! He's using a hidden weapon!"

On the high platform, several Elders suddenly stood up, their expressions changing drastically!

That was a hidden weapon coated in deadly poison, killing instantly upon contact with blood.

This was no longer a violation of the rules; it was blatant murder!

Elder Zhou barked sharply.

"Stop!"

But it was already too late.

A smug smile tugged at the corner of Murong Yun's mouth, his eyes full of anticipation.

Just a little more, just a little more and Ye Yun would be dead!

Murong Qingyue's Face instantly turned deathly pale; she covered her mouth tightly with both hands, tears streaming down her Face.

Mu Wanyao cried out, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Zhao Xinyue held her firmly, both of their Faces frighteningly pale.