49: Chapter 49 The Final Game

After half a day of competition, the ten people who won two matches were exactly: Ye Yisong, Ye Jiekang, Ye Jiehua, Ye Jieyang, Ye Jielu, Ye Jiejing, Zhao Wentao, Li Yuan, Song Yilun, and Miss Shi Yu.

Among the ten, seven were Middle Stage Martial Masters, and the remaining three were Three-Star Martial Masters; everyone's strength far exceeded the others.

Of the fifteen who did not advance, only five had won one match, while the others had lost twice.

The five who won were suffering from varying degrees of internal injuries and were unable to initiate further challenges.

The ten people stood in the center of the martial arts ring; they would now proceed to the final round to determine the top three.

Because the first place in the County Exam earns 10 points, second place 8 points, third place 6 points, and fourth through tenth place 5 points.

"They are too strong, the Ye Family alone has 6 people entering the top ten."

"Is the strength of the families in Cangjiang Prefecture this high?"

"Brother, is this your first time watching the Shuinan County Martial Examination?"

"Song Yilun and Miss Shi Yu have also entered the top ten."

The Martial Artists under the ring were discussing heatedly. From their discussions, Ye Yisong finally learned the background of the other two Martial Artists he didn't know.

Song Yilun, a Three-Star Martial Master, was skilled in using a pair of dual blades and was a Body Refining Martial Master; Miss Shi Yu, a Four-Star Martial Master, practiced the Shi Family's main Cultivation Technique — Water Control Art; this Cultivation Technique could turn water into any form for combat.

Both of their ancestors had produced Tier 4 Martial Ancestor powerhouses, but now their Family fortunes had fallen, and their industries in the Shuinan County seat had basically been annexed by the three major families.

Both families were holding onto their ancestral homes and a few remaining manors outside the city, struggling to maintain the Family's last shred of dignity.

The cultivation conditions for the clansmen of these two families were no different from those of Loose Cultivators, or perhaps even worse.

Their cultivation resources all depended on going out to hunt Yao Beasts, earn Spirit Stones, and exchange them for the Medicinal Pills, Magical Artifacts, etc., needed for Cultivation.

At least for a Loose Cultivator, one person is fed, and the whole Family is full.

For the past few years, the Song and Shi families had been desperately cultivating the talented Disciples in their families; there were not many, only two or three, but they were unable to sustain it.

Therefore, the descendants of these families not only received no support from the Family, but also had to hand over a certain amount of Spirit Stones to the Family every year to support the cultivation of these few Geniuses.

They were fantasizing about creating another Tier 4 Martial Ancestor to restore the Family's glory!

Most of the descendants in the Family supported this; if the Family had a Tier 4 Martial Ancestor powerhouse presiding over it, their cultivation resources would at least increase tenfold.

At that time, all sacrifices would be worth it!

Magistrate Sun Nanyu looked at the ten people who had fought to the end, feeling very pleased in his heart; the stronger their strength, the happier he was.

"Congratulations to everyone for advancing to the top ten. Next, we will proceed to the competition for the top three. I will not repeat the rules; I hope everyone will consciously abide by them," Magistrate Sun Nanyu congratulated, then operated several buttons between the grooves.

A yellow light shone into the sky, and all ten people saw their opponents.

"Ye Yisong vs. Zhao Wentao"

"Ye Jiekang vs. Miss Shi Yu"

"Ye Jiejing vs. Song Yilun"

"Ye Jiehua vs. Ye Jielu"

"Ye Jieyang vs. Li Yuan"

This was the first time Ye Yisong was facing a Middle Stage Martial Master powerhouse; he didn't know if Zhao Wentao could withstand his Azure Lotus.

"This time I will not lose to you," Ye Jieyang said seriously, looking at Li Yuan. They were enemies on a narrow road, and they had met again in this match.

Having lost to Li Yuan last time, Ye Jieyang still refused to accept that he would lose to a Martial Artist from a small place like Shuinan County.

Li Yuan just responded with a smile, patted Zhao Wentao on the shoulder, signaled him to be careful, and left the martial arts ring.

Ye Jieyang was furious; Li Yuan had actually ignored his challenge, and he secretly swore in his heart that he would make him pay later.

On Ring No. 1, Zhao Wentao looked at Ye Yisong, calculating his chances of winning in his mind.

Although he was two stars higher than Ye Yisong, after watching his match with Zhou Shi, Zhao Wentao knew that he probably didn't have the advantage in terms of Spiritual Qi; instead, it might be a disadvantage.

Up until now, Ye Yisong had defeated his opponents in a few moves, without even damaging a corner of his clothes.

Zhao Wentao didn't think he could defeat Ye Yisong; this guy, who was a few years younger than him, was simply too strong, and the entire Cangjiang Ye Clan was simply too strong.

If I can't advance, I will just consume a little more of your Spiritual Qi to create conditions for my cousin to win first place.

"Come on, let me see how strong the Cangjiang Ye Clan really is; my Shuinan Zhao Clan is not necessarily weaker than you," Zhao Wentao shouted inwardly.

Zhao Wentao had never lacked the courage to face a strong enemy!

He took out his precious sword from his Storage Pouch and immediately used the final killing move of the Prairie Sword Technique — Prairie Over a Hundred Miles. Under the infusion of Spiritual Qi, the sword revealed a hundred meters of firelight, and the scorching Sword Qi swept over.

Ye Yisong watched Zhao Wentao's performance calmly. This firelight looked intimidating, but in reality, under his perception, it was only within a few meters of Zhao Wentao's sword range that the power was passable; the firelight in other areas had negligible lethality.

It seemed that his performance in the previous matches had been too relaxed, causing Zhao Wentao to use his ultimate move right from the start, in a desperate posture.

Ye Yisong opened his hands unhurriedly, condensed a lotus flower of Spiritual Qi, which then turned into over a hundred, drifting toward the four sides of the ring.

Since you want to compare group attack methods, let's see whose is stronger!

A wave of cold Spiritual Qi slowly expanded to the surroundings, swallowing and extinguishing Zhao Wentao's sea of fire, stopping only when it was one meter away from Zhao Wentao's body.

Ye Yisong called this move "Lotus Blooming"; it was a group attack method he had developed from his own Cultivation Technique, which could be both ice and fire.

Seeing that Zhao Wentao could still barely resist his ice lotus flowers, Ye Yisong suddenly wanted to try a different way of playing and said, raising his hand: "Brother Zhao, why don't you taste my sea of fire and see whose is more powerful, yours or mine?"

Zhao Wentao felt the cold lotus flowers around him, and before he could figure out where the sea of fire came from, he saw all the green lotuses surrounding him turn into fire lotuses, burning with a green light.

It ignited Zhao Wentao's fire as well, burning hotter and hotter.

Zhao Wentao felt like he was going to be roasted dry; who was the one playing with fire after all? How could Ye Yisong's Spiritual Qi convert between water and fire?

Just as Ye Yisong's green flames broke through the light around Zhao Wentao's body, Zhao Wentao immediately raised his hand to signal: "I surrender."

A man's instinct told him that if he were burned by this green flame, he would be in great danger.

Besides, he really couldn't resist anymore; his Spiritual Qi was almost exhausted, and he didn't see the power of Ye Yisong's fire lotuses decrease by even a fraction.

Zhao Wentao had originally thought about consuming Ye Yisong's Spiritual Qi to pave the way for his cousin, but now it seemed that it would be good if he could get off the stage without being injured.

Ye Yisong grabbed with his right hand, and all the fire lotuses were extinguished, as if they had never been in this world.

"Too strong."

"What exactly is this lotus flower of his?"

"How can water and fire coexist?"

"It is simply a world of ice and fire."

"Is he really not even fifteen years old yet?"

The people under the ring were discussing heatedly, refreshing their understanding of Ye Yisong's lotus flowers once again.

Ye Yisong returned to the Ye Family's rest area, and everyone looked at him like a monster, making him touch his nose in embarrassment.

Even Ye Jiesheng was knowing for the first time that Ye Yisong possessed such means, and his heart was even more settled; it seemed that this kid had grown up, and with such strength, he could rest assured.

The winner of the No. 2 ring was also about to be decided soon.