48: Chapter 48 Winning First Place

He was going to kill Zhao Tianlong! Settle all old scores!

Zhao Tianlong looked at the sword tip inches away, felt the bone-chilling killing intent, and finally completely lost his nerve.

His face turned deathly pale, his whole body trembled, and his voice carried a sobbing tone:

"Don't... don't kill me!"

"I was wrong! I won't dare to do it again! Please spare my life!"

"My father is the City Lord Zhao Shanhe. If you kill me, he won't let you off!"

On the viewing platform, Zhao Shanhe's face was as pale as paper. He stood up abruptly and roared fiercely:

"Stop!!"

"How dare you, brat! You dare to harm my son! I will tear you into pieces!!"

He was about to rush onto the stage, but was tightly held back by the guards beside him.

Just at the moment when Ye Yun's rusted sword was about to pierce Zhao Tianlong's throat—

A gentle yet powerful force suddenly descended from the sky!

"Enough! That's too far!"

Envoy Li flashed and appeared directly on the stage, lightly slapping his palm towards Ye Yun.

Ye Yun only felt an irresistible force strike him.

His whole body felt as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he retreated seven or eight steps in succession before barely stabilizing his figure, a wisp of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Envoy Li of Tianyang Academy stood with his hands behind his back, blocking in front of Zhao Tianlong. The gentleness on his face was gone, replaced by a trace of coldness:

"Although The Great Competition says life and death are not to be questioned, you have already won, why must you kill them all?"

"This matter, ends here."

Ye Yun suppressed the surging Qi in his chest and looked up at Envoy Li.

A cold sneer curled at the corner of his mouth, and his voice transmitted through the mask, clearly reaching the entire audience:

"Envoy, you heard it just now, the rules of The Great Competition—life and death are not to be questioned. I won, so killing him is reasonable and justified."

Envoy Li raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone sinking a few degrees.

"The rules are dead, but people are alive. He has already been defeated and lost his fighting ability; if you strike him again, that is indiscriminate killing."

A chill flashed through Ye Yun's eyes and vanished.

What a pity... such an excellent opportunity today, yet it was interrupted by this person from Tianyang Academy, preventing him from killing Zhao Tianlong on the spot.

A bone-chilling killing intent was locked tightly onto him; he knew without turning around that it was Zhao Shanhe on the viewing platform.

"What a pity..."

Ye Yun whispered, the regret in his tone unmasked.

Envoy Li's ears twitched, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

This guy, why is he so obsessed with Zhao Tianlong's life?

The Martial Arts Arena was in an uproar.

"The masked man is too bold! He dared to talk back to the Sect envoy!"

"Zhao Tianlong almost died here; if it wasn't for Envoy Li intervening, the City Lord's mansion's Young Lord would be gone today!"

Wang Yuyan stared blankly at Ye Yun's back, her eyes shining with brilliance.

This person is not only strong, but his courage is also ridiculously large.

Who exactly is he?

That dark-skinned Loose Cultivator youth was also full of shock, his gaze towards Ye Yun filled with awe.

At the highest point of the viewing platform.

The old man from the Lieyang Martial Gate stroked his beard and chuckled: "Has some temper, I like it."

The middle-aged envoy from the Qingfeng Sword Sect spoke indifferently: "Decisive in killing, he is material for practicing the sword."

In the clear and cold beautiful eyes of the woman from the Luoxue Sect, for the first time, surprise flashed clearly.

She had seen Geniuses, she had seen madmen, but she had never seen someone who, having just defeated the number one Genius of Shiyun City, dared to confront a Sect envoy head-on.

On the VIP seats.

Zhao Shanhe's killing intent almost solidified, his hands gripping the armrests tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Good... a very good masked man!

I will remember today's humiliation!

Once The Great Competition ends, no matter who you are, I will definitely skin you, pull out your tendons, and tear you into pieces!

Envoy Li couldn't be bothered to entangle with Ye Yun any further, picking up the limp, trembling Zhao Tianlong with one hand.

His figure flashed as he retreated from the Martial Arts Arena, leaving behind one sentence.

"The competition continues."

The atmosphere in the arena changed completely.

The remaining dozen or so contestants looked at Ye Yun with nothing but wariness in their eyes, and no one dared to approach easily anymore.

Even though discerning people could see that Ye Yun had just fought a great battle with Zhao Tianlong and consumed a lot of energy, his breath slightly short.

But no one dared to bet on whether he still had the strength for another fight.

Defeating Zhao Tianlong with one sword, such a ruthless person, who would dare to go up and test their sword against him?

Everyone tacitly bypassed Ye Yun and fought among themselves.

Wang Yuyan's eyes flickered, and she immediately darted towards the others, her short sword flying, clean and neat.

Wu Yun and Fang Yang looked at each other and also joined forces to pounce on that Loose Cultivator.

"Solve him first!"

"Okay!"

The Loose Cultivator youth had a solemn expression, but he was not afraid at all, clenching his fists tightly and charging forward bravely.

Ye Yun found a corner to stand in, closed his eyes to regulate his breath, happy to be idle.

It was just right to recover his Mystic Power and wait for the final result.

The fighting in the arena became faster and faster, and the number of people kept decreasing.

No one expected that the most inconspicuous Loose Cultivator youth would erupt with astonishing combat power!

Facing the pincer attack of Wu Yun and Fang Yang, he did not retreat but advanced instead, trading injury for injury, and fiercely struck a punch into Wu Yun's chest!

"Puff—"

Wu Yun spat out blood, flew backward out of the arena, and was directly eliminated.

Fang Yang's expression changed drastically, scared into retreating again and again.

At this point, only four people were left on the stage: Ye Yun, Wang Yuyan, the Loose Cultivator youth, and Fang Yang.

One more person had to be eliminated to decide the top three.

But a strange scene occurred.

Wang Yuyan and the Loose Cultivator youth both avoided looking at Ye Yun, not even daring to glance at him.

Are you kidding?

Provoke the fierce man who just beat up Zhao Tianlong?

Tired of living?

Wang Yuyan even smiled faintly at Ye Yun, signaling friendliness, and then turned to Fang Yang.

The Loose Cultivator youth also looked at Fang Yang.

With two gazes falling upon him, Fang Yang's face turned as pale as paper in a "swish".

Who was the weakest was self-evident.

Fang Yang smiled bitterly and said miserably:

"I... I admit defeat! I will go down myself!"

He walked off the Martial Arts Arena step by step, completely eliminated.

On the stage, only three people remained.

The top three were decided!

Wang Yuyan looked at Ye Yun and shook her head gently.

"I am not your opponent, I admit defeat."

The Loose Cultivator youth also clasped his fists and said: "I also admit defeat."

First place, without any suspense—the masked youth Ye Yun.

The whole arena was silent for a moment, then erupted into earth-shattering cheers!

Just at this moment, Envoy Li stepped onto the high platform again and announced loudly:

"I announce that this Shiyun City Great Competition is officially over!"

"First place, Yun Ye! Second place, Wang Yuyan! Third place, Han Li!"

"The three of you have all obtained the qualifications to enter the Four Great Sects for cultivation!"

As soon as his voice fell, the entire Martial Arts Arena was completely boiling!

"He won! Yun Ye is first!"

"Too fierce! Even Zhao Tianlong was defeated by him!"

"Our Shiyun City finally has someone who can enter the Four Great Sects again!"

On the viewing platform.

Su Wanqing jumped up in excitement, her eyes slightly red, grabbing Su Zhennan's hand and shaking it incessantly:

"Father! Father, look! Brother Ye Yun won! He is first!"

Su Zhennan laughed heartily and nodded repeatedly:

"Good! Good! Good lad! You didn't let us down! My Su Family didn't misjudge you!"

On the other side, Zhao Shanhe's face was so gloomy that water could drip from it, and cold air overflowed from his whole body.

His own son was seriously injured, and the first place was snatched away, making the effect of his bribery greatly reduced.

He was almost exploding with anger in his heart at this moment, but he could only endure it tightly.

On the high platform, the clear and cold gaze of the woman from the Luoxue Sect fell on Ye Yun again and did not move away for a long time.

This time, there was no longer just surprise in her eyes, but an extra trace of an indescribable meaning.