61: Chapter 61 The Life-or-Death Battle with Wang Peng

Zhao Hu's Face turned ashen, his fists clenched tightly as he stood in front of Ye Yun and shouted sternly.

"Wang Peng! Don't get too carried away! The Sect's rules are right here. Do you really think you can cover the sky with one hand? If you truly push Ye Yun too far, no one will have a good time!"

"So what if I push him?" Wang Peng sneered, his Face full of disdain.

"He's just a newcomer. If I kill him, I kill him. Once the Life-and-Death Arena contract is signed, who can say a single word against me?"

As those words fell, Ye Yun finally looked up.

In those calm eyes, there wasn't a hint of fear, only a cold resolve.

In his heart, he had already decided to kill Wang Peng.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it spread clearly to the surroundings:

"Fine, I accept."

As soon as he spoke, the entire place fell into a deathly silence!

Wang Peng's entire body suddenly stiffened. The arrogance and mockery on his Face froze instantly as he stared at Ye Yun with wide eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.

He had only been intentionally blustering and intimidating; he hadn't expected Ye Yun to actually dare to agree!

A newcomer who had just joined the Sect, with a cultivation level only at the Great Martial Artist First Level, actually dared to accept his life-and-death challenge?

After a brief moment of shock, Wang Peng snapped back to his senses. A smile of extreme cruelty quickly spread across his Face, and he laughed until his whole body trembled:

"Good! What a brat who doesn't know the meaning of death! I thought you were a coward, but it turns out you have some backbone!"

"Since you're so intent on seeking death, I'll grant your wish! The day after tomorrow at this hour, see you at the Life-and-Death Arena! When the time comes, I'll personally break your limbs and make you kneel and beg me for death!"

Ye Yun's expression was indifferent, his tone cold: "We shall see."

This scene completely stunned the surrounding Outer Sect Disciples!

Without anyone noticing, a circle of people had already gathered outside the Scripture Pavilion.

Old and new Disciples alike crowded around, each one dumbfounded as a roar of discussion erupted!

"Did I hear that right? That newcomer... agreed to a Life-and-Death Battle with Wang Peng?"

"He must be crazy! Wang Peng is a veteran Disciple who's been in the Sect for a year, at the Great Martial Artist First Level Peak, and his brother is an Inner Sect Disciple! How does this newcomer dare to accept?"

"This newcomer's name is Ye Yun, right? He's really got guts, going head-to-head with Wang Peng right after joining the Sect!"

"There's going to be a good show the day after tomorrow. This Ye Yun... I'm afraid things look grim for him!"

Discussions rose and fell; there was surprise, admiration, but mostly regret and pessimism.

Zhao Hu's Face turned even paler. He grabbed Ye Yun's arm, his voice trembling with anxiety:

"Brother Ye Yun! Are you crazy?! How could you agree to that?! Wang Peng has far more combat experience than you, and his brother is an Inner Sect Disciple. Once you're on the Life-and-Death Arena, he'll definitely go for the kill! It's not too late to back out now!"

Ye Yun gently patted his arm, his eyes firm and confident, his tone steady and reassuring:

"Senior Brother Zhao Hu, don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

Seeing Ye Yun's calm and certain manner, Zhao Hu swallowed the words at the tip of his tongue. He could only let out a heavy sigh, his Face filled with anxiety yet feeling helpless.

Wang Peng looked at the two of them, the cruel grin on his Face widening as he threw down a final threat:

"Don't you dare fail to show up the day after tomorrow! Otherwise, I'll make it impossible for you to stay in the Luoxue Sect!"

With that, he flicked his sleeve and turned to leave arrogantly, his departing figure radiating the confidence of someone who already held victory in his hands.

After he left, Zhao Hu looked at Ye Yun with a Face full of sorrow, his voice thick with worry:

"Brother, you... Sigh! You were too impulsive! Wang Peng is ruthless and extremely vicious in actual combat. You've just joined the Sect; no matter how good your talent is, you might not be a match for him!"

Ye Yun smiled slightly, his tone relaxed but carrying an unquestionable confidence:

"Senior Brother, I never do anything I'm not sure of.

Wang Peng wants to kill me, then he must be prepared to be killed by me instead."

The surrounding chatter continued, and gaze after gaze fell upon Ye Yun—some curious, some sympathetic, and some cold, waiting to see a joke.

Meanwhile, Ye Yun's expression remained indifferent. Holding the tattered Setting Sun Fist manual, he looked up toward the mist-shrouded direction of the Inner Sect in the distance.

An Inner Sect Disciple's brother?

Perfect.

Then I'll use you to establish a bit of my authority.

Zhao Hu followed by Ye Yun's side, his square Face crumpled in a frown from beginning to end, his sighs never ceasing.

The rumors outside the Scripture Pavilion surged like a tide. The Outer Sect Disciples passing by either cast sympathetic glances or whispered among themselves, waiting to see a joke.

Every bit of gossip made Zhao Hu's heart race with panic.

Yet Ye Yun beside him remained as calm as a light breeze. Holding the tattered ancient Setting Sun Fist manual, his steps were as steady as a mountain, without the slightest hint of panic.

"Brother, tell me the truth. Do you really have a chance of winning, or are you just trying to save Face?"

Zhao Hu hurried to catch up with Ye Yun, lowering his voice urgently.

"That kid Wang Peng is no good. In his year since joining the Sect, he's won three matches on the Life and Death Stage; his hands are truly stained with the blood of Outer Sect Disciples! His brother, Wang Teng, is an even tougher character in the Inner Sect, with a Great Martial Master Level 5 cultivation, calling the shots in the Outer Sect. You've just joined; why bother going head-to-head with someone like that?!"

Ye Yun turned his head and saw Zhao Hu's anxious Face, a hint of warmth rising in his heart.

This was the first person who had treated him sincerely and worried for him since he entered the Luoxue Sect. He would remember this friendship.

He slowed his pace, his voice gentle yet certain.

"Senior Brother Zhao Hu, I never do anything I'm not sure of. Wang Peng's cultivation is only at the Great Martial Artist First Level Early Stage, and I am also at the Great Martial Artist First Level now. In terms of Realm, I am not inferior to him. As for actual combat, I am no hothouse flower; he cannot beat me."

"But actual combat isn't just about the Realm!"

Zhao Hu stamped his feet in frustration.

"That guy Wang Peng will use any dirty trick or underhanded move to win. All the Outer Sect Disciples know he's black-hearted and ruthless! You've just joined and don't know how things work here. Once you're on the Life and Death Stage, he'll go for the kill!"

Ye Yun smiled and said no more, but a flash of coldness flickered in his eyes.

From being hunted in Qingyun City to slaying en ownZhao Lie and killing Zhao Tianheng in Shiyun City.

He had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

When it came to ruthlessness and adaptability, how could someone like Wang Peng, who relied on his brother's protection to act tough in the Sect, even compare?

In the Life-and-Death Battle the day after tomorrow, he would not only win but also make Wang Peng pay the price for his arrogance.

The two walked along the bluestone path of the Outer Sect, the faint scent of winter plum blossoms lingering around them, yet the surrounding discussions grew increasingly harsh.

"Look, that's the newcomer Ye Yun who set a Life-and-Death Battle with Wang Peng!"

"Truly a newborn calf that doesn't fear the tiger. To dare provoke Wang Peng, he'll likely end up a corpse on the Life and Death Stage the day after tomorrow!"

"What a pity for such a handsome Face, yet he's so impulsive. Of all people to offend, he had to offend Wang Peng, who has backing in the Inner Sect!"

These words drifted over, some overt and some subtle. Zhao Hu's Face was ashen, and he wished he could cover his ears.

Ye Yun, however, seemed not to hear a thing, walking straight toward the dormitory without looking aside.

Meanwhile, in a quiet corner on the west side of the Luoxue Sect's Outer Sect Martial Arts Arena, a tall young man with a cold and arrogant Face was sitting in meditation with his eyes closed.

Mystic Power slowly circulated around him, its thick fluctuations surging like an undercurrent. It was shockingly the terrifying cultivation of the Great Martial Master Level 3.