83: My Godly Father (XIV)

Zhou Kai's smug and arrogant manner fully displayed his contempt for Quan Yun.

Faced with Zhou Kai's "kind advice" and the noise from below the stage, Quan Yun's expression remained as calm as ever.

He simply replied with the same words.

"Indeed, swords have no eyes. Brother, you should be careful too."

His tone was very flat, devoid of any emotion.

Zhou Kai's smile stiffened for a moment.

What did this kid say? Telling him to be careful?

Quan Yun didn't look at him again, instead turning his head to look at the referee responsible for supervision and asking a serious question.

"My family is poor. If I injure someone during the match, do I have to pay compensation?"

The referee was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

"By the rules of the Great Competition, life and death are of no consequence; naturally, you don't have to."

"Good."

Having received a positive answer, Quan Yun nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he turned around and slowly raised the wooden sword in his hand, pointing the tip toward Zhou Kai from a distance.

This posture completely ignited Zhou Kai's fury.

A Body Tempering Realm piece of trash, a joke holding a wooden sword, actually dared to talk back to him and now even dared to point a sword at him?

"Good, very good!"

Zhou Kai laughed out of extreme anger.

"Kid, you've successfully provoked me! I originally wanted to let you get off the stage with some dignity, but now, I've changed my mind!"

"I will let you know what true strength is!"

The crowd below the stage also instantly became excited.

"Ohhh! Brother Kai is angry!"

"This kid is in for some big trouble!"

They had originally wanted to see how Zhou Kai would slowly play with this Wooden Sword Youth like a cat playing with a mouse.

Who would have thought this kid would be so reckless, actually daring to talk back and infuriating Zhou Kai.

There was going to be a good show to watch.

Seeing that both sides were in position, the referee raised his hand high and then swung it down sharply.

"Begin the match!"

The moment the words fell, Zhou Kai moved.

"Gale Palm!"

He gave a loud shout, and his Spirit Nurturing Realm Third Level spiritual power erupted without reservation.

He lunged toward Quan Yun like a cheetah, his right hand forming a palm that brought with it a whistling gale, kicking up dust on the stage as it headed straight for Quan Yun's face.

This palm strike was his strongest offensive Martial Skill.

He wanted to use one strike, just one strike, to completely cripple this kid who didn't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth, leaving him lying on the ground like a dead dog!

The crowd below let out a burst of exclamations, and many people showed a bit of disappointment.

Zhou Kai had actually used his trump card right from the start.

It seemed there would be no show to watch.

With this strike, that kid would be either dead or heavily crippled.

However, the youth only had himself to blame for overestimating his own strength.

Facing this aggressive strike, Quan Yun stood in place, motionless.

His eyes were calm and without a ripple.

Only at the very last moment before that palm, filled with spiritual power, was about to hit his face did he finally make a move.

He simply and plainly thrust the wooden sword in his hand forward.

A stab.

An incredibly simple, incredibly pure movement.

There was no spiritual power fluctuation, no Sword Qi sweeping across.

However, the moment the wooden sword was thrust out.

An invisible, terrifying Intent surged forth.

Zhou Kai, who was rushing forward with all his might, only felt his vision blur as a bone-chilling killing intent instantly enveloped him.

His head buzzed, and all the hairs on his body stood on end in an instant.

Before he could make any reaction.

That terrifying Intent had already slammed solidly into his chest.

"Bang!"

A dull thud sounded.

Zhou Kai's body was like it had been violently struck by a maddened giant bull, and he was sent flying backward.

He fell heavily onto the ground outside the martial arena.

*Thud.*

He twitched twice, his eyes rolled back, and he directly fainted.

The area around Arena Number 91 fell into a dead silence.

The crowd that had been noisy and jeering just a second ago now had their eyes wide open, completely stunned.

The mockery, schadenfreude, and anticipation on their faces were all frozen.

What's the situation?

What happened?

That Spirit Nurturing Realm Third Level Zhou Kai... just flew out like that?

That Body Tempering Realm Wooden Sword Youth seemed to... just poke forward with his wooden sword?

The referee was also stunned.

It took several seconds before he stuttered out the announcement.

"Num... Number Eighteen wins!"

This result left everyone dumbfounded.

This youth actually had some strength... The news of the "Wooden Sword Youth" quickly spread through the martial grounds again.

However, this didn't cause too much of a stir.

For the vast majority of people, this was just an insignificant interlude in the entire Great Competition.

After all, everyone's eyes were focused on those truly top-tier Prodigies.

"Have you heard? The Imperial Family's Third Prince was born with an 'Earth Spirit Body.' At only seventeen years old, his cultivation base has already reached the Spirit Transformation Realm, Fifth Level! The champion's title will surely be his!"

"That's not all! The Young Prince of the Zhennan Prince Mansion has perfected the 'Overlord Spear.' It's said he can already trade blows with experts of the older generation!"

"And then there's that Flowing Cloud Sect, a Sect with only one Spirit King presiding over it, yet it actually has a Spirit Body Genius..."

Beneath these dazzling names, a Body Tempering Realm youth who was lucky enough to win one match really couldn't make much of a splash... The second round of the competition soon began.

Quan Yun's opponent was a Cultivator at the Spirit Nurturing Realm Fifth Level.

This time, there was not a hint of contempt in the opponent's eyes.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he stared fixedly at Quan Yun, his expression incredibly solemn.

He had already heard about the strangeness of the Wooden Sword Youth.

A Body Tempering Realm Ninth Level who could kill or defeat the Spirit Nurturing Realm Third Level Zhou Kai in one move.

This youth's swordsmanship was incredibly bizarre.

However, while he thought this, what he felt more was a kind of excitement.

No matter how bizarre the opponent was, he was ultimately just in the Body Tempering Realm.

His own cultivation base was two sub-Realms higher than Zhou Kai's. As long as he took it seriously enough and used his full strength, it was absolutely impossible for him to lose.

And once he won... advancing to the third round, he would inevitably become famous, and the benefits he would receive would be beyond imagination.

Thinking of this, he focused all his attention.

"I am Li Mu."

He cupped his fists toward Quan Yun and spoke in a deep voice, striking a very serious pose.

Quan Yun merely nodded and once again drew that wooden sword.

Seeing that plain wooden sword, Li Mu's heart couldn't help but twitch.

It was this broken wooden sword that took out Zhou Kai?

He took a deep breath, and spiritual power circulated frantically within his body.

He decided that instead of waiting for the opponent to strike, he would strike first, using his strongest power to end the battle instantly, giving the opponent no chance to perform any bizarre sword techniques!

However, before he had a chance to move.

The youth opposite him moved.

Holding the wooden sword.

A thrust.

In that instant, Li Mu felt a chill all over his body.

A terrifying, solid Intent pressed down on him with the force of collapsing mountains and surging tsunamis.

He even had an illusion that he was facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

His Battle Intent, his determination, and all his preparations vanished into thin air before this pure Slaughterous Intent.

He only had time to let out a muffled groan before following in Zhou Kai's footsteps.

He flew out of the arena, losing consciousness while still in mid-air, and fell heavily to the ground, fainting away.

There was silence outside the arena.

If the first time was shock and surprise.

Then this time, it was horror and incomprehension.

The surrounding audience looked at the youth on the stage who was slowly sheathing his sword, and their eyes completely changed.

That Wooden Sword Youth... won again... and again, it was in a single move.