122: Chapter 122 Murong Yun's Impotent Fury

At the edge of the crowd, that cold figure suddenly tensed up, a chill surging around her as she almost rushed out.

But at the very moment that poison needle was about to pierce Ye Yun's throat—

Ye Yun moved.

His figure flickered like a ghost.

The poison needle brushed past his neck, not even grazing the skin.

In the same instant, Ye Yun reached out with his right hand, grabbed Lin Xiao's wrist, and twisted it violently!

"Crack!"

The sound of shattering bones was clearly audible.

Lin Xiao let out a blood-curdling scream as the poison needle in his hand fell to the ground.

He widened his eyes, staring at Ye Yun with a gaze full of disbelief and despair.

"Impossible, impossible. How could you possibly dodge that!"

Ye Yun looked down at him without a shred of pity, his eyes filled only with bone-chilling coldness.

He spoke slowly, his voice like ice from the Nine Serenities.

"You thought you could kill me with such meager tricks?"

Lin Xiao trembled all over, finally realizing that he was finished.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Ye Yun gave him no further chance.

A palm struck down.

"Bang!"

Lin Xiao's chest collapsed inward.

He was sent flying, smashing heavily into the edge of the arena and vomiting mouthfuls of blood.

He struggled to crawl back up, but he simply could not do it.

He could only watch helplessly as Ye Yun approached step by step.

"No... don't kill me. It was Brother Yun, Murong Yun made me do it..."

Lin Xiao hissed as he begged for mercy, his face covered in tears and snot.

Ye Yun paused, looked down at him, and said indifferently.

"I know."

Then, his palm fell.

Lin Xiao's eyes went wide, and his breath ceased completely.

The entire venue fell into a dead silence.

Everyone stared blankly at the upright figure on the arena.

They looked at the corpse lying at his feet, unable to regain their senses for a long time.

A moment later, an earth-shattering roar of commotion erupted below the stage!

"Dead! Lin Xiao is dead!"

"He used hidden weapons; Ye Yun killing him was justifiable self-defense!"

"He deserved it! Who told him to use poison needles!"

On the high platform, several Elders had complicated expressions, yet none spoke up to criticize him.

After all, everyone had seen that Lin Xiao was the one who used a hidden weapon for a sneak attack first.

Ye Yun striking back and killing him was perfectly reasonable.

Elder Zhou slowly sat back down and spoke indifferently.

"Lin Xiao violated the rules by using forbidden medicine and hidden weapons; his death is well-deserved."

The smile on Murong Yun's face froze completely, his eyes churning with sky-high rage and malice.

He stared fixedly at Ye Yun, wishing he could personally rush up and tear him into ten thousand pieces!

But under the watchful eyes of the public, there was nothing he could do; he could only grip the armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Murong Qingyue, however, breathed a sigh of relief, the worry on her face turning into pleasant surprise.

A trace of admiration even flashed in her eyes.

[He, he's so incredible...]

Mu Wanyao and Zhao Xinyue looked at each other.

They both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, their faces showing smiles of great relief.

At the edge of the crowd, that cold figure slowly relaxed.

The corners of her lips curled slightly into an extremely faint arc.

Then she turned around and vanished completely into the crowd.

On the arena, Ye Yun glanced at Lin Xiao's corpse, then looked up toward the high platform and cupped his hands in a salute.

His tone was as calm as if he had just done something insignificant.

"Elders, this Disciple slipped up. It's just that he used a hidden weapon for a sneak attack just now, and in my haste, I was a bit too heavy-handed. I ask for the Elders' forgiveness."

The Elder presiding over The Great Competition flew onto the stage to inspect Lin Xiao's body.

He then looked at the poison needle on the ground, his brow furrowed.

He looked up at Ye Yun and said in a heavy voice.

"He used hidden weapons to sneak attack first, and you counter-killed him. Although you were a bit heavy-handed, it is excusable. This matter ends here."

Ye Yun cupped his hands again.

"Thank you for your clear judgment, Elder."

As he spoke, his gaze inadvertently swept over Murong Yun on the high platform.

A trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips.

When Murong Yun met that gaze, he felt a surge of rage rush straight to his head, nearly causing him to explode.

Yet he could only endure it with all his might, watching helplessly as Ye Yun calmly walked down from the arena.

...

The finals took place half an hour later.

Ye Yun was matched against Shen Lang.

The two of them ascended the arena once more and stood facing each other.

Shen Lang looked at Ye Yun and shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Junior Brother Ye, I know I am no match for you. I saw the match just now; you could even kill Lin Xiao after he took a blood burst pill. With my level of Cultivation, I'd rather not embarrass myself."

Ye Yun looked at him and said indifferently.

"Senior Brother Shen is too modest."

Shen Lang waved his hand, took a deep breath, and cupped his hands.

"I concede. Junior Brother Ye, you are the undisputed number one of the Outer Sect."

The entire venue erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers.

The Elder presiding over The Great Competition flew onto the stage and announced loudly.

"In this Outer Sect Grand Competition, first place—Ye Yun! Second place—Shen Lang! Both have earned the qualification to be promoted to Inner Sect Disciples!"

The cheers were deafening, nearly lifting the roof off the entire Martial Arts Arena.

On the high platform, Murong Yun's face was so dark it looked like it could drip water.

He stared fixedly at Ye Yun, the killing intent in his eyes almost condensing into substance.

[Ye Yun... just you wait. Once you enter the Inner Sect, I will make your life a living hell!]

Sitting beside him, Murong Qingyue was so excited her face was flushed red as she clapped and cheered with joy.

She looked at the upright figure on the arena, a strange light shimmering in her eyes.

One could only wonder what she was thinking.

On the other side, Mu Wanyao looked at Ye Yun, her gentle eyes full of tenderness and pride.

Zhao Xinyue grabbed her arm and started jumping up and down, laughing so hard she couldn't close her mouth.

In the crowd, Zhao Hu and the others were so excited they hugged each other, shouting and screaming, even happier than if they had won themselves.

Ye Yun stood on the arena, listening to the cheers filling the venue, his expression remaining calm.

He looked up at the sky; the sunlight fell upon him, warm and bright.

The Outer Sect Grand Competition had come to a close.

And his path to the Inner Sect had only just begun.

...

The clamor of the Outer Sect Grand Competition gradually faded, and the crowd in the Martial Arts Arena receded like a tide, leaving only a few Disciples behind to tidy up the grounds.

On the high platform, the presiding Elder cleared his throat and signaled for the top ten Disciples to stay behind.

Ye Yun stood at the very front, with Shen Lang and the other eight Outer Sect Disciples who had made the top ten beside him.

Below the stage, a few spectators still lingered, including Zhao Hu and his group, who were waving at Ye Yun with faces full of excitement.

The Elder took out ten Tokens from his Storage Pouch and distributed them according to rank.

When it was Ye Yun's turn, the Elder looked at him with a trace of approval in his eyes, his tone softening a bit.

"Ye Yun, you are the first place of this Great Competition. In addition to the standard one hundred Contribution Points, the Sect will also reward you with a free entry into the Scripture Pavilion to select one Mystic Class Low-Tier Martial Skill."

As soon as these words were spoken, a wave of envious discussion immediately rose from below the stage.

"Mystic Class Low-Tier! That's a Cultivation Technique only Inner Sect Disciples can access!"

"The rewards for first place in the Outer Sect Grand Competition are indeed generous. If I had known, I would have risked my life to Cultivate too!"

"You? You couldn't even make the top ten, what are you thinking?"

Ye Yun took the Token with a calm expression and cupped his hands.

"Thank you, Elder."