137: Chapter 137 Battle against Wei Jiaqi

"Huh? No way, you can play like that?" Ye Yisong looked at Young Master Qi speechlessly. Did he have to be so vengeful? He only blasted Wei Jiajun and injured him, he didn't kill him. Why give Wang Xianliang such an advantage?

Because of Young Master Qi's actions, it was as if Ye Yisong had not received a bye.

Wang Xianliang gained a huge advantage and immediately stepped aside, watching Ye Yisong and Young Master Qi with great interest from the sidelines.

Wait, if Young Master Qi won, he would advance to first place in the Prefecture Examination tournament unscathed; if Ye Yisong won, Wang Xianliang's chances of winning would also increase significantly, as defeating Young Master Qi was not easy.

Unlike Ye Yisong, who was a suddenly rising Prodigy, Young Master Qi was a key opponent Wang Xianliang had been focusing on; Wang Xianliang knew his strength all too well.

A breeze blew by, lifting the hems of their robes. The arena was terrifyingly quiet. Young Master Qi's eyes were fixed on Ye Yisong, and the killing intent hidden deep within his eyes was unleashed without restraint.

"Come on, I want to see just how strong your short sword really is." It was still Ye Yisong who made the first move. He wanted to finish early to get the reward so it wouldn't delay his great cause of Breakthrough.

His precious sword was unsheathed, pointing towards the heavens. An invisible sword light slashed towards Young Master Qi, who was a hundred meters away. At the same time, Nine Green Lotuses appeared around Ye Yisong, drifting forward with his figure.

"A mere trick."

Young Master Qi didn't even draw his sword; he tapped a finger against the sword light Ye Yisong had slashed out, and the sword light shattered instantly, ceasing to exist.

"Crimson Flame Heart-Locking Sword."

The battle began as a decisive fight. Young Master Qi held nothing back, directly summoning nine Flying Swords and shooting them towards the rushing Ye Yisong.

The nine Flying Swords did not all shoot at Ye Yisong. Three Flying Swords flew past and embedded themselves behind Ye Yisong; three Flying Swords shot straight at Ye Yisong's Dantian and Qi Sea; the remaining three Flying Swords circled around Ye Yisong, poised but not yet released.

Seeing the Flying Swords flying towards him with raging flames, Ye Yisong quickly transformed one of the Nine Green Lotuses into a round shield to protect himself, while simultaneously flicking the hilt of his sword to deflect the three incoming Flying Swords.

"There's danger."

Having easily deflected the Flying Swords thrown by Young Master Qi, Ye Yisong instead felt something was wrong; it was too easy.

Scanning the area, Ye Yisong did not discover the source of the danger. Furthermore, being less than five meters away from Young Master Qi, there wasn't enough time for Ye Yisong to think carefully, so he had to continue forward.

Before Ye Yisong could get any closer, he was met by the three Flying Swords that had been circling around Young Master Qi.

Among these three Flying Swords, one had an attached crimson flame glow that was particularly conspicuous compared to the others, putting immense pressure on Ye Yisong. Ye Yisong dared not take it head-on and hurriedly retreated, waving three of the Nine Green Lotuses to meet the incoming three Flying Swords.

The expected explosion did not come; the Flying Swords strangely made a turn and continued to fly towards Ye Yisong.

It was not until Ye Yisong retreated to within a hundred meters of the swords previously embedded in the ground that the three swords stopped chasing him and instead embedded themselves directly into the ground.

"Oh no, a Formation!"

Ye Yisong exclaimed. He finally realized where the danger signal lingering in his Sea of Consciousness came from; he had been tricked by Young Master Qi without even realizing it.

"Only realizing it now? It's too late."

A sneer curled the corner of Young Master Qi's mouth as he raised his hand to form a seal: "Formation, rise!"

"Crimson Flame Nine Kill!"

All nine Flying Swords spat out a stream of fire, rushing towards Ye Yisong, who was trapped in the center of the Formation. Ye Yisong quickly sat inside one of the Nine Green Lotuses, wrapping himself into a lotus dumpling to withstand the impact of the flames.

"This Young Master Qi is truly formidable, to have laid down such a Formation without anyone noticing."

"Ye Yisong is in for a rough time."

"Ye Yisong still won't admit defeat? Does he have to get himself burned to death?"

"Heh heh, perhaps this Ye Yisong still has some hidden cards."

"Brilliant, truly brilliant."

The Martial Artists below, seeing this scene, were all shocked by Young Master Qi's methods. He could actually set up a Third-Grade Low Grade killing Formation during a fight, using the Flying Swords as a medium to continuously transmit his fire-attribute Spiritual Qi, forming streams of flame attacks.

The concept was nothing short of ingenious!

It also naturally guarded against Ye Yisong's strange blue light. Even if Ye Yisong could cut off the Spiritual Qi transmission of one Flying Sword, he couldn't defend against the flames spewing from the other eight Flying Swords.

Seeing the Nine Green Lotuses wrapping around Ye Yisong burning redder and redder, the hearts of the Ye Family Martial Artists watching the match were truly raised in anxiety.

"Thirteenth Brother, won't there be any danger?" Ye Yiguang said anxiously.

"Phooey, phooey, phooey, you're the one in danger." Ye Yitian quickly spat three times. "Thirteenth Brother is definitely waiting for a chance to counterattack."

"That's right, when has Thirteenth Brother ever lost? He will definitely win this time too," Ye Yifan said.

"Is this your hidden trump card?" Wang Xianliang looked at Young Master Qi, who was still outputting frantically, with a solemn expression. He couldn't help but think, if he encountered Young Master Qi, could he win against him?

The answer was clearly no. Trapped in the Third-Grade Formation set up by Young Master Qi, he would have nowhere to hide and could only face Young Master Qi's nine crimson flames directly; life and death would just be a matter of time.

Since when did Young Master Qi become this strong?

And this method of setting up a Formation during battle, where did he learn it? Wang Xianliang was certain the Wei Family had never used it before; no one in the Wei Family had ever used such a method.

Did Young Master Qi think of it himself, or was it a secret technique from a Legacy he had obtained!

And there was this Nine Green Lotus of Ye Yisong's; it was truly too bizarre. It was one thing for its power to be astonishing, but its defense was also so strong. Did it really have no weaknesses?

Beads of sweat were already dense on Young Master Qi's forehead, yet he still hadn't melted the lotus before him, and he couldn't help but feel a bit anxious.

How is this possible?

If he continued to consume energy like this, it wouldn't be long before his Spiritual Qi was exhausted.

"Burn! Keep burning!"

Ye Yisong's cheeky voice came from inside the lotus—no, now it could be said to be from inside the red lotus—causing the crowd to exclaim in surprise.

"This Ye Yisong actually still has the energy to tease Young Master Qi; he's truly impressive."

"It's Thirteenth Brother's voice. I told you Thirteenth Brother would be fine."

Young Master Qi ultimately couldn't hold on. The red light of the nine Flying Swords grew fainter and fainter until it finally disappeared, and the Formation collapsed on its own.

The red lotus in the center of the nine Flying Swords slowly opened. Ye Yisong sat cross-legged in the very center of the lotus like a young boy, looking at the panting Young Master Qi below with a relaxed expression, and said: "Brother Wei, you're not up to it!"

"Fellow Daoist Ye, great technique." Young Master Qi raised his hand to gently wipe away the bead-sized sweat on his forehead and walked towards Ye Yisong step by step.

"This time, it is I, Wei, whose strength is insufficient. I look forward to competing with Fellow Daoist Ye again off the arena next time." Saying this, Young Master Qi cupped his hands at Ye Yisong and turned to walk off the arena.

Just as Young Master Qi reached the edge of the arena, a sudden change occurred. A small sword flew out from Young Master Qi's back, flying rapidly towards Ye Yisong's face.