Free Web NovelChapter 377: Chapter 378: The Top Five Seats
"Cough, cough!"
Yuh Huatian slowly stood up, his face covered in drying blood. His Golden Wings had lost their former majestic splendor. Many feathers had fallen out, and the wings were covered with tears and gaping, bloody wounds from which blood was still flowing!
This was the result of being brutally torn, a sight that made one’s scalp tingle.
No wonder Yuh Huatian had screamed so miserably!
The corners of the crowd’s mouths twitched. They turned to look at the culprit with strange expressions, sighing internally. ’Ye Wushuang is too ruthless. He nearly ripped off Yuh Huatian’s Golden Wings entirely.’
Ye Wushuang paid no mind to the crowd’s stares. He took out his wine flask and took a long swig. The strong liquor burned his chest, but the feeling was incredibly satisfying.
Yuh Huatian had been crushed. This flask of wine was his!
He glanced at the wine flask, then turned to meet Jian Bufan’s gaze below the Barbarian God Battle Platform. A smile bloomed on Ye Wushuang’s face as he strode back.
"Thank you. I owe you for this."
Feng Yang turned his head to thank him, but his face wore a wry smile.
"This flask of wine is enough," Ye Wushuang said lightly, not bothering with pleasantries.
"Ye Wushuang, I will take back my Soul-Seeking Arrow!"
Behind him, Yuh Huatian stared at Ye Wushuang, his eyes full of hatred. Every single word was laced with terrifying killing intent.
’Take it back?’
’Once something falls into Ye Wushuang’s hands, if he doesn’t want to give it back, is it even possible to take it?’
Ye Wushuang shook his head and returned to Dii Qingxue’s side.
Nearby, Mengg Yiren and Ruo Xiangyi turned their heads to watch Ye Wushuang’s figure, their eyes flickering as they were lost in thought.
Yuh Huatian was defeated. Next up were Beize Yunzhuo and Wudao.
The extent of their strength was unknown. They could easily defeat any opponent they faced, and they had yet to reveal any of their trump cards, giving them an air of mystery.
Of course, since they had not faced each other, they remained undefeated through the next four rounds, winning every match.
Therefore, in everyone’s eyes, it was perfectly reasonable to assume that the first and second places belonged to them.
As for Liuu Tianlan, he had lost to Dii Qingxue, suffering one defeat. His spot in the top three was temporarily taken by Dii Qingxue.
Unless he was stronger than Wudao and Beize Yunzhuo, he had no chance of entering the top three and could only secure a spot in the top four.
As for Yuh Huatian, after Ye Wushuang stole his trump card, the Soul-Seeking Arrow, his strength was greatly diminished. He subsequently lost to the top three contenders, completely losing any hope of making it into the top six. This nearly made him vomit blood and caused the members of the Feather Race to hate Ye Wushuang even more.
Then there was Pann Wu. Since Yang Dingtian was dead, he received two byes. He then went on to challenge three people in a row, but he lost the third match to Beize Yunzhuo.
Afterward, when he faced Ye Wushuang, he took the initiative to concede, choosing to give up the match.
Of course, the most miserable of them all was Mo Wentian. The moment he tried to circulate his True Essence, his meridians would rupture, so he chose to forfeit whenever he was challenged.
In a duel of twelve, Yang Dingtian had died, leaving only eleven. The one person to be eliminated thus fell to him, which he found deeply humiliating.
Moreover, when he learned that the cause of all this was the Heavenly Concealing Hand he had obtained, he nearly vomited blood again. How could he not know in his heart that he had been set up by Ye Wushuang and had fallen right into his trap?
Instantly, his hatred and killing intent for Ye Wushuang reached an unprecedented level.
However, he concealed all of it.
As for Ye Wushuang, he had challenged Feng Yang and Pann Wu, both of whom proactively conceded. With six consecutive victories, he successfully secured a spot in the top six.
So, at this moment, a clear ranking had formed in everyone’s minds.
The top three were Beize Yunzhuo, Wudao, and Dii Qingxue. Ye Wushuang had a high chance for the fourth spot. As long as he defeated Ruo Xiangyi, he could secure a place in the top five.
Next would be his battle against Liuu Tianlan. If he won, he could claim a top-four position.
The members of the Ancient Spirit Sect were extremely satisfied with the current situation.
Every disciple’s face was brimming with pride. Three disciples from the Ancient Spirit Sect had stepped onto the final Barbarian God Battle Platform. Aside from Mo Wentian, Dii Qingxue and Ye Wushuang were very likely to secure spots in the top five.
Thus, in this Battle Platform tournament, the biggest winner was the Ancient Spirit Sect!
Day and night passed, and the battles continued without end.
Six rounds had passed. The contestants ranked lower now understood the gap in strength and had lost hope for the top spots. Therefore, they could only settle for the next best thing and fight for the lower rankings.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the seventh round began.
Ye Wushuang walked up once again. Currently, besides Beize Yunzhuo, Wudao, and Dii Qingxue, only Liuu Tianlan and Ruo Xiangyi remained for him to fight.
This time, Ye Wushuang chose Ruo Xiangyi.
Ruo Xiangyi stepped onto the stage. Surprisingly, she did not choose to concede but to fight.
"You choose... to fight?"
Ye Wushuang was surprised. Dii Qingxue had mentioned before that Ruo Xiangyi’s strength was terrifying!
To be regarded so highly by Dii Qingxue, she was clearly capable of fighting for a top-five spot. However, in her previous challenges, aside from a clash with Wudao, Ruo Xiangyi had never truly made a move.
Yet now she chose to fight him. It was baffling. Ye Wushuang had no idea what Ruo Xiangyi was trying to do.
However, Ye Wushuang did not let his guard down.
"I only wish for you to listen to a song!" Ruo Xiangyi gazed at Ye Wushuang. Her eyes were so full of tenderness that even he felt himself inexplicably sinking into them.
BOOM!
At that moment, the Tai Chi Pattern trembled violently, sending out a ripple of profound Tai Chi Power that restored Ye Wushuang’s clarity.
’How terrifying. Those eyes actually made me lose focus for a moment.’
A chill ran through Ye Wushuang’s heart.
"If that’s the case, then let’s begin!" Ye Wushuang stared at Ruo Xiangyi with a grave expression, growing warier.
"It is just a song, Young Master Ye. There is no need to be on guard," Ruo Xiangyi said faintly. Her eyes were such that one dared not look directly into them, for who knew what was hidden within?
As she spoke, Ruo Xiangyi took out an Ancient Zither!
The Ancient Zither was shrouded in a layer of colorful light, making it impossible to see its true form.
However, when this Ancient Zither appeared, Dii Qingxue’s brow furrowed slightly.
The crowd didn’t understand why, watching quietly.
"Young Master Ye, please listen with your heart!" Ruo Xiangyi said once more as she looked at Ye Wushuang’s guarded expression. "Please listen with your heart!"
The crowd was speechless. This was a battle. To repeatedly emphasize that Ye Wushuang should listen with his heart—wasn’t that just asking him to lose?
Previously, her attack against Wudao had been with the zither’s music. Fortunately, Wudao’s Dao Heart was firm, and he had not been affected.
"If Miss Ruo wishes to play a song especially for me, then I shall certainly listen with utmost attention," Ye Wushuang said lightly. From her repeated emphasis, Ye Wushuang could tell there was a hidden meaning in Ruo Xiangyi’s words, which only made her more inscrutable.
’Ruo Xiangyi won’t play for anyone else, yet she insists on playing a song just for me, Ye Wushuang.’
’And she even wants me to listen with my heart. What is she planning?’
Hearing Ye Wushuang’s agreement, Ruo Xiangyi nodded her head. Her figure sat in mid-air as if on an invisible chair, and the Ancient Zither, shrouded in a seven-colored halo, also floated before her.
Seated before the Ancient Zither, Ruo Xiangyi’s figure was ethereal and full of a divine charm, putting one in a trance. She was like a Zither Maiden from the Nine Heavens, about to play a world-toppling celestial melody.
