Free Web NovelChapter 95: Chapter 94: Left and Right Spiritual Snake Sword
How terrifying!
The new and old students of the Four Mountains stared incredulously at the two figures on the arena. Just how strong were they?
For a split second, the students of the Four Mountains even had the illusion that the explosive sound from that single strike had shattered their very organs.
On the Purple Stone Arena, the two remained locked in a stalemate, neither giving an inch.
After another three or four breaths of time, Wei Qiutong let out a muffled groan and was violently knocked back four or five steps.
"BLECH!"
Wei Qiutong spat out a mouthful of blood. A bit of color returned to his face, but his expression was miserable. freewebnoveℓ.com
He lost!
Everyone from Qig Mountain Academy sighed. Even after using the Burning Yuan Secret Technique, Wei Qiutong was still no match for Lang Feng. Who else in the Outer Courtyard of Qig Mountain Academy could possibly be his opponent?
Lang Feng looked at the arena referee and said with a smile, "This match is over."
Before the referee could speak, Wei Qiutong clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot, and said, "Who says I’ve lost? I haven’t lost yet!"
After speaking, Wei Qiutong placed a hand on the ground and tried to stand up, but a searing pain in his chest forced him back down into a squat.
Wei Qiutong gasped for air. Everyone could feel his persistence, his tenacity. Wei Qiutong grit his teeth, but all the strength seemed to be slowly draining from his body.
Wen Qingye shook his head and said, "He’s lost."
The arena referee sighed helplessly. He didn’t want to declare it either, and he could see Wei Qiutong’s perseverance, but Wei Qiutong had truly lost. The referee slowly announced, "South Mountain’s Lang Feng is the victor!"
Although everyone had long anticipated this outcome, their hearts still tightened at the announcement.
Upon hearing the announcement, Lang Feng looked at the half-kneeling Wei Qiutong and said with a hint of pity, "You’re just too weak. You’re like a frog in a well, ignorant of the world outside. Right now, that well is Qig Mountain Academy, and it has you trapped."
After saying his piece, Lang Feng scanned his surroundings with a look of mock sympathy, then left with a smile and a shake of his head.
Seeing the look in Lang Feng’s eyes, all the students from Qig Mountain Academy felt a surge of fury.
"Damn him! Purple Sun Prefecture wouldn’t take Lang Feng back then, but Qig Mountain Academy still trained him for a year!"
"What an ungrateful, backstabbing bastard!"
"We can’t let a villain like him win the Four Mountains Martial Arts Gathering!"
"That’s right, we can’t let him become the champion!"
But Lang Feng was completely unconcerned with the upcoming matches. He knew that no matter who he faced, nothing could stop him from becoming the champion of this Four Mountains Martial Arts Gathering. Lang Feng’s figure gradually disappeared from the martial arts field.
’Lang Feng? You’re far too arrogant,’ Guu Lei’s eyes gleamed with a powerful battle lust as he gripped his sword even tighter.
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Nie Qinglan’s brow was tightly furrowed, her expression unsightly as she said, "To think Lang Feng would act like this. What a waste of the year Qig Mountain Academy spent painstakingly cultivating him."
Huu Yucui said with some embarrassment, "This is all my fault. I failed to properly discipline the students of the mountain."
"This isn’t your fault. It’s entirely due to Lang Feng’s own character," Nie Qinglan said, shaking her head. "That Lang Feng...唉. Does he really think going to the Purple Sun Prefecture guarantees him a bright future? The Purple Sun Prefecture is full of masters, and geniuses are a dime a dozen. Resource allocation is a serious issue—it’s based entirely on strength. It’s an extremely ruthless and merciless system. He was a prodigy at Qig Mountain Academy, but if he can’t adapt to the beast-like law of survival there in the Purple Sun Prefecture, he’ll be finished."
Lil Ya nodded and said, "Since Lang Feng has chosen to go to the Purple Sun Prefecture, he has little to do with us anymore. I think the most pressing matter now is whether Guu Lei can defeat him. Lang Feng’s strength is exceptionally formidable. I saw that his cultivation has already reached the Refining Essence Seventh Layer Heaven. That’s enough to be considered the best among all new students in the last century."
Gong Tianshun said with a sense of helplessness, "Guu Lei is probably not Lang Feng’s match. I was the one who guided Guu Lei, and after watching Lang Feng fight just now, I feel that he is truly remarkable. Rumor has it that his Swordsmanship is his greatest strength, yet here we are in the finals, and we still haven’t seen him draw his sword. For Guu Lei to defeat him... it will be difficult, difficult, difficult!"
As Gong Tianshun repeated the word "difficult" three times, everyone’s Heart Spirit sank.
At that very moment, Wen Qingye and Guu Lei stepped onto the arena together.
The memory of Guu Lei’s stunning sword strike from yesterday still lingered in everyone’s minds. Seeing Wen Qingye now, they couldn’t help but shake their heads.
"Wen Qingye has already done very well, reaching the top four as a new student."
"Mhm, in next year’s Four Mountains Martial Arts Gathering, he’ll be one of the most dazzling figures."
"It’s a shame. He’s only a new student. If he had been here for another year, perhaps he could have contended with the likes of Guu Lei and Lang Feng."
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Guu Lei’s expression was cold as he looked at Wen Qingye and said, "Your strength is impressive, powerful even among the older students. But this is where it ends for you."
Wen Qingye laughed. "Is that so? Talk is cheap. You’ll have to back it up with strength!"
"Fine. Then I’ll let you see my strength," Guu Lei said, then expressionlessly drew his longsword.
Everyone present felt their Heart Spirit chill as they stared intently at the two on the stage.
Wen Qingye also drew his sword, his eyes fixed on Guu Lei opposite him.
The moment the bell rang, Guu Lei’s hand trembled, and the longsword in his grasp seemed to come alive. It pulsed with cold light, leaving a series of brilliant afterimages in the air.
Wen Qingye could immediately tell that this was an exquisite and lengthy Swordsmanship technique. He inwardly raised his guard.
Few could recognize the origin of this Swordsmanship. The sword light it produced was fine and dense, continuous and unceasing. It was neither hurried nor slow, much like a drizzling autumn rain. It seemed to have no openings, giving one the illusion of being gradually drawn in, of having their rhythm and Heart Spirit completely dominated.
Everyone watched with rapt attention. They knew that they could learn a few subtleties from this contest of Swordsmanship—enough to keep them occupied in their own studies for some time.
"Autumn Wind and Falling Leaves!"
Guu Lei let out a cold shout as his sword moved with incredible speed. Few people present could clearly see how he struck.
"Terrifying! What frightening Swordsmanship! So fast, so dense... it’s like a net. How can anyone defend against that?"
"What incredible Swordsmanship! This technique must be at the peak of Sixth-Grade Martial Arts. For Guu Lei to wield it so flawlessly is truly amazing."
"Watch closely! A Swordsmanship duel like this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us Outer Courtyard students. If we can grasp even a fraction of it, we’ll benefit for the rest of our lives!"
Sword Qi that resembled a sky full of autumn leaves seemed to drift down, but while they appeared to fall slowly, their actual speed was extreme, carrying with them a ruthless killing intent and a cold gleam.
"Spiritual Snake Frenzy Dance!"
Wen Qingye drew his blades with both hands. Ancient Moon and Cyan Mist appeared in his left and right hands respectively, each carrying a trace of a cold gleam. Golden light flashed from the blades as they moved, surging wildly like Spiritual Snakes. In Wen Qingye’s hands, Ancient Moon and Cyan Mist transformed into two Spiritual Snakes, striking at the sky full of autumn leaves.
"BANG! BANG! BANG!"
On the Purple Stone Arena.
Wen Qingye’s swords moved like lightning. Wherever the Spiritual Snakes passed, the autumn leaves scattered and dispersed, though the light of the Spiritual Snakes also dimmed significantly.
"Th-this..."
"Heavens, using the Spiritual Snake Sword technique with both hands at once... Wen Qingye is too much of a genius!"
"I heard he’d used the Spiritual Snake Sword technique with his left hand before, but using it with both hands simultaneously... the difficulty is on a whole other level!"
"Wen Qingye’s comprehension of the Sword Dao is simply astonishing!"
Everyone stared in astonishment at the swords in Wen Qingye’s hands. This was the first time any of them had seen someone use the Spiritual Snake Sword technique with both hands at the same time.
