80: Chapter 80: The Battle for Life Begins, Wang Peng is Shocked

Watching Mu Wanyao's bashful appearance, Zhao Xinyue covered her mouth to stifle a laugh, her eyes filled with slyness.

On the arena, Ye Yun and Wang Peng stood facing each other, their Mystic Power quietly surging.

A game of life and death was about to break out at any moment.

Ye Yun and Wang Peng stood far apart, the auras around them forming an extremely sharp contrast.

Wang Peng's eyes were blood-red, his eyes churning with bone-deep resentment and ruthlessness.

His right hand gripped a profound iron saber tightly, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

Blue veins bulged on his arms, and his entire body radiated a ferocious aura as if he would devour anyone.

Ye Yun, however, had his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his back as straight as a pine tree, his expression calm and unruffled, without even a trace of nervousness.

It was as if the person standing opposite him, who was about to fight him to the death, was just an insignificant passerby.

Wang Peng was thoroughly enraged by Ye Yun's indifferent appearance, the baleful aura in his heart almost bursting through his chest.

He gritted his teeth, his voice like a poison-dipped blade, each word slamming onto the arena.

"Ye Yun! Stop putting on an act here! Do you think that if you can hide for a moment, you can hide from death? Kneel on the arena right now and kowtow three times to apologize to me!"

"If you hand over the Martial Skill you are hoarding with both hands, I might show mercy, cancel this life-and-death battle, and leave you with a whole corpse!"

"If you dare to resist again, this life-and-death arena today will be your burial ground! I will tear you into pieces and let you know the consequences of offending me, Wang Peng!"

His harsh words were resounding, his Mystic Power carrying his voice across the entire venue.

The discussions under the stage instantly quieted down by more than half.

Everyone stared at Ye Yun on the arena, waiting to see how he would respond.

Upon hearing this, Ye Yun just gave a light scoff, the corners of his mouth curling into an extremely mocking arc, not even bothering to cast another glance at Wang Peng.

"Apologize? Do you even deserve it? The life-and-death battle is something you forced me to agree to time and time again; now that you see I am confident and fearless, you want to go back on your word and cancel it?"

"It is too late."

"On this arena today, either you lie down, or I walk down; there is no third option."

A few light words, yet carrying a certainty that crushed everything, completely ignited Wang Peng's fury.

Wang Peng was shaking with anger, his Mystic Power surging wildly within his body.

The profound iron saber hummed, as if it would slash out in the next second.

Just as the two were at daggers drawn, an old and majestic figure suddenly flew up from the crowd.

The tips of his feet lightly tapped the edge of the arena, and he landed steadily in the center of the stage.

The person who came was Zhou Tong, the Outer Sect Enforcement Elder of the Luoxue Sect.

He wore a gray cloth robe, had white hair and an aged face, and a solemn expression, with the thick aura of a Great Martial Master Level 5 radiating from his body.

He was the Elder specifically responsible for presiding over the Outer Sect life-and-death battles.

Zhou Tong's gaze swept over Ye Yun and Wang Peng, and a roll of profound iron-colored life-and-death contract appeared in his hand out of thin air.

The scroll unfolded, and the rules of the Sect's life-and-death battle were engraved on it, the handwriting glowing with mysterious light.

"For a life-and-death battle, a contract is signed as proof. Once the pen is put to paper, life and death are left to fate. The winner bears no responsibility, and the loser will die and their Dao will dissipate. The Sect will not interfere, and afterwards, the relatives and friends of either side are not allowed to seek revenge."

He handed the contract to the two, his voice cold and hard.

"I will ask one last time, are you two sure you want to sign this life-and-death contract?"

"I am sure!"

Wang Peng almost snatched the words, grabbing the spirit pen from Zhou Tong's hand.

With force in his wrist, he wrote his name fiercely on the contract.

The handwriting was ferocious, revealing a relentless ruthlessness.

Ye Yun stepped forward calmly, took the spirit pen with his fingertips, and turned his wrist lightly.

"Ye Yun" the two characters were written sharply, in one go, without the slightest hesitation.

Zhou Tong took back the contract, his gaze falling on Ye Yun.

He looked him up and down, and seeing this excessively young face, he shook his head secretly.

In his view, Ye Yun was just a newcomer who had just joined the Sect, with cultivation at most at the Great Martial Artist First Level.

Facing an old-school Outer Sect powerhouse like Wang Peng, he had absolutely no chance of winning.

Signing this was no different from seeking his own death.

He did not say anything more, put away the contract, leaped off the arena, and stood at the side of the stage, ready to preside over the battle.

"The life-and-death battle, officially begins!"

The moment Zhou Tong's voice fell, Wang Peng launched an attack first!

"Ye Yun! Die!"

Wang Peng shouted violently, his feet stomping hard on the arena.

Mystic Power infused his legs, and his figure rushed towards Ye Yun like an arrow released from a bowstring.

The profound iron saber in his hand was raised high above his head.

Cyan Mystic Power condensed frantically, turning into a sharp blade radiance half a zhang long.

Carrying the momentum to split mountains and break stones, it slashed fiercely towards the top of Ye Yun's head!

The wind from the blade whistled, causing the profound iron on the surface of the arena to make a harsh screeching sound.

The Disciples under the stage exclaimed one after another, subconsciously taking half a step back, fearing that they would be affected by the aftermath of the battle.

Zhao Hu and the other three clenched their fists, their hearts in their throats, staring fixedly at Ye Yun on the arena.

Facing this powerful and heavy slash, Ye Yun's expression remained calm, his footsteps just shifting slightly.

He executed the Qingfeng Step, his figure like a willow catkin in the wind, drifting lightly half a foot to the left.

"Bang!"

The blade radiance smashed fiercely onto the arena, and a small crack exploded on the profound iron stage surface.

Broken stones splashed, but were instantly suppressed by the arena's runes.

Wang Peng's slash, which he was sure would hit, did not even touch the corner of Ye Yun's clothes!

Wang Peng's pupils shrank, and a trace of disbelief flashed across his face.

"How is that possible?!"

He did not believe it, turned his wrist, and danced the saber so tightly that not a drop of water could pass through, with layers upon layers of saber shadows.

Blocking all retreat paths around Ye Yun, the cyan blade radiance poured towards Ye Yun like a rainstorm!

"Gale Saber Array! Shatter!"

For a time, saber light flashed on the arena, and strong winds raged.

Yet Ye Yun's figure always strolled leisurely amidst the saber shadows, the Flowing Cloud Steps executed to the extreme, his figure drifting unpredictably.

Every dodge was precise to the extreme, no matter how swift and fierce Wang Peng's attacks were.

They were always just a hair's breadth away, unable to touch him at all.

After dozens of moves, Wang Peng was already panting, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

His Mystic Power consumption was huge, and his hand holding the saber began to tremble slightly.

He stopped his attack, staring fixedly at Ye Yun, his face full of shock and absurdity, his voice starting to tremble:

"What exactly is your cultivation level?! I am at the Great Martial Master Level 2 Peak, how can your speed be faster than mine?! You are clearly just a piece of trash who just joined the Sect, how could you dodge all of my attacks!"

Wang Peng's heart was completely churning, unable to believe everything before his eyes.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

How could a newcomer who had just joined the Sect have such strength?

It must be a coincidence, I was careless!

Ye Yun stopped, glanced at him indifferently, his tone was understated, yet carried extreme crushing power.

"Are you done attacking? If you are done, it is my turn to strike."

The crowd under the stage had long since exploded!

Zhao Hu and the other three widened their eyes, their faces full of ecstasy and shock, and Zhao Hu could not help but growl out loud.

"Brother Ye Yun is too amazing! Wang Peng's attacks can't even touch him!"

Zhou Wen muttered to himself.

"I knew it, Brother Ye Yun wasn't bragging, he really has the confidence!"