Free Web NovelChapter 374: Chapter 375: Wine and Valor
Under the gazes of the crowd, Dii Qingxue walked back. She was, without a doubt, the victor of this battle.
It was a stunning victory!
Luu Tianlan stood frozen in place, his black hair a mess, looking rather wretched.
His expression was grim. When Dii Qingxue first defeated him, he might have been able to endure the sting of failure.
But when he discovered that his defeat was merely a means to help Ye Wushuang comprehend the Sword Dao, even the best of temperaments would have nearly snapped.
However, hailed by the crowd as a genius capable of placing in the top three, his mental fortitude was far beyond that of an ordinary person.
Soon enough, he forcibly swallowed his rage.
’I may have been defeated in this battle, but I haven’t truly lost!’
Luu Tianlan murmured to himself, his gaze shifting to Beize Yunzhuo and Wudao. The confidence in his eyes remained, and it was even stronger than before!
This change made Beize Yunzhuo and Wudao’s eyes narrow. They thought they were seeing things. ’This defeat didn’t crush Liuu Tianlan—it made him even more confident? What happened?’
Luu Tianlan said nothing more and returned to his spot.
This time, however, he didn’t remain standing. He sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes tightly.
"What’s going on? How could Senior Brother Liuu..."
"Shut up!"
The disciples of the Celestial Sword Sect watched the defeated Liuu Tianlan, shaking their heads in disbelief and muttering denials. But a harsh rebuke from the Sect Master of the Celestial Sword Sect silenced them.
The Sect Master of Celestial Sword Sect then gazed at Liuu Tianlan and murmured, "He hasn’t truly lost this fight. Dii Qingxue defeated him, but in doing so, she also fulfilled him, allowing his Sword Dao to ascend to a new level!"
Ascend to a new level!
Hearing this, the Celestial Sword Sect disciples looked bewildered, not understanding the meaning behind his words.
"Sect Master, has Tianlan comprehended..." An Elder of the Celestial Sword Sect seemed to have a guess and turned to ask, but the Sect Master cut him off with a wave of his hand.
"This time, as long as either Beize Yunzhuo or Wudao defeats Dii Qingxue, then Tianlan will still have a chance to take first place—he just has to defeat Wudao and Beize Yunzhuo!"
The Sect Master of the Celestial Sword Sect spoke with excitement, his expression thrilled. He wasn’t the least bit dejected by Liuu Tianlan’s defeat. On the contrary, he had even more faith that Liuu Tianlan could now defeat Wudao and vanquish Beize Yunzhuo.
Hearing this, the Elder’s guess was confirmed. His gaze quivered as he stared at the cross-legged Liuu Tianlan, unable to hide the excitement in his eyes!
They weren’t disappointed in Liuu Tianlan; on the contrary, their expectations were now even greater!
On the battle platform, sword shadows flickered over Liuu Tianlan’s body, his aura undergoing a subtle change!
Yuh Huatian stepped forward. After a cold glance at Liuu Tianlan, he ascended the battle platform. Now Liuu Tianlan had also lost one match, just like him.
Therefore, they both still had a chance, as long as they didn’t suffer another defeat!
"For this battle, I challenge Feng Yang!"
Yuh Huatian’s gaze fell upon Feng Yang.
Feng Yang seemed to have anticipated this. With a faint smile, he strode forward.
"Just concede from down there!" Yuh Huatian said coldly, seeing Feng Yang approach. He wanted Feng Yang to forfeit without even stepping on the platform.
However, Feng Yang did not stop.
Seeing that Feng Yang didn’t stop, Yuh Huatian’s eyes narrowed. "Conceding on the platform is even more humiliating than conceding from below," he said coldly. "Are you sure you want to come up?"
Yuh Huatian had never imagined Feng Yang would actually fight. His every word dripped with contempt; in his eyes, Feng Yang was someone who would choose to concede voluntarily.
But this time, he had underestimated Feng Yang.
Feng Yang had lost several times before and was keenly aware of the gap in their abilities.
But while he was aware of that gap, he desperately yearned for a breakthrough, yearned for strength. And the only way to achieve a breakthrough was to fight!
So, he didn’t want to wait any longer. Just coming to the Barbarian God Battle Platform was an honor in itself, and he didn’t want to leave with regrets. So, he had to fight!
"I accept your challenge! Win or lose, I just want to fight!"
Feng Yang’s gaze was resolute.
This reaction stunned Yuh Huatian for a moment, and then filled him with rage!
"You’ll regret this!" Yuh Huatian spat out coldly, deciding to vent all his pent-up frustrations on Feng Yang.
KILL!
With a cold cry, Yuh Huatian’s killing intent flared. He drew his golden longbow, and a sky full of arrows rained down like a meteor shower.
Feng Yang’s eyes flew open and his aura surged. He struck out repeatedly with his palms, sending a barrage of terrifying Palm Seals to blast apart the rain of light.
"One Arrow, Unparalleled in the World!"
Yuh Huatian’s expression darkened as he drew his bowstring. Countless arrow-shadows condensed into one, as if imbued with the sharpness of ten thousand arrows stacked together. It pierced the void as it shot down to annihilate Feng Yang.
An intense pressure locked onto Feng Yang.
Feng Yang’s brow furrowed, and he roared, "Heaven-Flipping Thirteen Seals!"
His hands formed a series of profound gestures, conjuring eight consecutive Palm Seals that relentlessly bombarded the incoming arrow of light.
’Eight Palm Seals... That must be the Eight Heaven-Flipping Seals,’ Ye Wushuang realized. He knew that Feng Yang had likely only mastered the first eight seals.
’Still, these eight seals are already quite powerful. Their might is comparable to a Spirit-Level Top-Grade Combat Skill!’
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM...
The eight Palm Seals slammed into the arrow. It took five consecutive impacts to finally shatter it, and the remaining three seals continued on, hurtling in unison toward Yuh Huatian.
"Hmph!"
Yuh Huatian snorted coldly. His golden longbow vibrated, glowing with a brilliant golden light as he instantly unleashed Arrow Extinction of the Eight Desolates. A Heaven-Reaching Light Pillar destroyed the three Palm Seals and continued shooting toward Feng Yang.
Feng Yang unleashed countless more Palm Seals, but even they failed to stop it. He could only retreat hastily.
Seeing this, it became clear to Ye Wushuang that Feng Yang had lost this battle.
Feng Yang knew it too. He had only cultivated eight of the Heaven-Flipping Thirteen Seals and was no match for Yuh Huatian. He shouted, "This battle, I conce—"
"You think you can just concede and be done with it?!" Seeing Feng Yang stop, Yuh Huatian sneered. He plucked his bowstring, and a terrifying arrow shot abruptly toward Feng Yang.
Feng Yang’s face changed. He hadn’t expected Yuh Huatian to make a lethal move at such a moment. His body reacted quickly, but he was still a fraction too slow.
In an instant, the streak of light pierced through his body.
"Shameless!"
"Bastard!"
The people from the Yunlan Ancient Teachings roared with fury. Feng Yang had already stopped fighting to concede, yet Yuh Huatian still launched a sneak attack, aiming to take his life.
"He hadn’t finished saying the word ’concede,’ had he? So it’s not against the rules. Besides, he’s not dead, is he?"
Yuh Huatian turned his head and sneered at Ye Wushuang.
Then, Yuh Huatian turned his gaze back to Feng Yang and said with disdain, "You piece of trash. Me allowing you to concede was already showing you respect. You don’t know your place. This arrow was to teach you a lesson."
One arrow, a lesson!
If Feng Yang hadn’t reacted so quickly, that arrow would have killed him.
A lesson that would have cost him his life. This filled Feng Yang with a profound sense of humiliation!
Feng Yang clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot. He turned and walked off the platform. He knew he couldn’t blame anyone else for this; if there was anyone to blame, it was himself for being too weak!
Feng Yang lost. Since Pann Wu had a bye, it was now Ye Wushuang’s turn to fight.
Ye Wushuang prepared to step onto the platform.
But Feng Yang called out to him, "Do me a favor!"
"Yuh Huatian."
Ye Wushuang turned his head to look at Feng Yang, knowing exactly what he wanted to say.
"Crush him. And make it brutal. When you’re done, I’ll treat you to a drink—the strongest stuff!"
Feng Yang said, taking out a wine flask.
"Liquor?"
Ye Wushuang’s eyes narrowed slightly. He’d had it before, and it was indeed good stuff.
"This is Drunken Half-Madness, the strongest liquor there is. One drop will get you half-drunk; it feels like a fiery blade burning in your heart!"
Feng Yang smiled faintly. "But you have to crush him brutally. Otherwise, I’m drinking it myself!"
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang snatched the flask and took a huge swig. The potent liquor slid down his throat like a fiery blade burning through his heart. "The strongest liquor... a fire passing through the heart... invigorating! You’re destined to lose your chance to drink from this flask!"
He turned and shot Feng Yang a smile, then strode onto the platform. His calm voice drifted out, carrying a single sentence: "Yuh Huatian, get your ass up here!"
