Free Web NovelChapter 64: Chapter 64: This Is a Deathmatch
"The spear... it broke!"
The crowd in the stands cried out in alarm, but when they came to their senses, they realized it was only logical. It was just a Second-Grade Profound Soldier, after all. For it to have held out against the Blazing Flame Saber for so long was already incredible.
"Sigh... A Second-Grade Profound Soldier is a Second-Grade Profound Soldier in the end. No amount of True Essence Manipulation Power can make up for the difference in a weapon’s quality," Master Tie sighed and said slowly, not showing much surprise.
"His weapon is broken. How can he possibly keep fighting?"
"The outcome of this deathmatch is already set in stone."
"You can only blame the other guy for having more money. His equipment is just so much better."
Leng Ningshuang was incredibly anxious. She grabbed Qin Yuxiang’s hand. "Sister Yuu Xiang, quickly, go tell Brother Qin to stop fighting."
Qin Yuxiang shook her head. "It’s no use. I know Xiaoya’s personality. No one can stop him now."
"Then what do we do?"
"Trust him. Trust that he can win!"
On the dueling stage, Qin Ya glanced at the two halves of his broken spear and said with a calm smile, "To think I let my spear get broken. I was too overconfident."
"You can only blame yourself for being so arrogant, daring to fight me with a spear like that," Wang Yan sneered, his gaze filled with disdain.
"I believe I’ve said this before." Qin Ya suddenly tossed aside one piece of the shaft, raising the broken section with the spearhead still attached. He pointed it at Wang Yan from afar and said, "To deal with you, this spear is more than enough."
Wang Yan’s pupils shrank, his face turning ashen. His body trembled with immense fury as he roared, "Qin Ya! Are you fucking looking down on me?! You bastard, go to hell!"
The more arrogant a person is, the more easily they are enraged, and Wang Yan was a prime example. Right now, he was like a provoked Fierce Beast, his rationality almost completely consumed by rage as he swung his War Saber, hacking relentlessly.
"Blazing Flame Storm!!"
Wang Yan roared, unleashing another ultimate technique of the Blazing Flame Saber. Countless streams of Blazing Flame Blade Qi formed a massive storm that swept toward Qin Ya, threatening to overwhelm him.
Facing the storm of Flame, Qin Ya took a deep breath. Holding the spear in one hand, he unleashed Wind Surge with the other. Countless palm shadows collided with the flames, creating a spectacular scene.
After using Wind Surge to neutralize part of the attack, Qin Ya abruptly thrust with the broken spear in his other hand. In an instant, a howling gale tore through the flames, and the spear once again struck the armor on Wang Yan’s right chest.
"ARGH!!"
Wang Yan paid it no mind, continuing to hack at Qin Ya with his Blazing Flame Saber. In the nick of time, Qin Ya dodged to the side. As he withdrew his spear, he simultaneously struck out at Wang Yan with Overlapping Waves Palm. He was performing two actions at once, yet still had energy to spare.
"What terrifying combat instincts."
"This kid is truly extraordinary. If Wang Yan didn’t have that armor, I’m afraid victory would have really been his for the taking."
"Imagine if he also had a Fifth-Grade Profound Soldier... no, even just a Fourth-Grade Profound Soldier spear. With his powerful Spear Technique, he’d have a high chance of breaking through that armor’s defense."
"Too arrogant. What a waste of his talent."
At the very top of the stands, Wang Mingxiu watched the battle below with tightly furrowed brows. Although Wang Yan was protected by the Dragon Scale Armor and it seemed victory was in his grasp—that killing Qin Ya was just a matter of time... but he still had a sense of unease in his heart.
As an Extraordinary Strong Person, his eyesight was astonishing. He could naturally see that Wang Yan was so enraged he had nearly lost his mind. ’Yann’er’s talent is certainly remarkable, but his personality is far too arrogant. He still needs to be tempered much more.’
"Wind-Splitting!"
"Wind-Splitting!"
"Wearing a turtle shell really makes a difference, huh? Wind-Splitting!"
Qin Ya moved with his Body Technique, constantly thrusting with the broken spear in his hand. He used Wind-Splitting with unprecedented frequency. Each time he struck Wang Yan, although he couldn’t injure him, it only made his opponent more furious.
Coupled with the occasional verbal taunts, Wang Yan was practically seeing red with killing intent. Although he understood that Qin Ya was likely provoking him on purpose, he didn’t care. He was protected by the Dragon Scale Armor.
He firmly believed that Qin Ya could not break his defense!
Right now, he just wanted to kill Qin Ya as quickly as possible, to slice him into a thousand pieces in the most brutal way to vent his hatred.
The crowd watched Qin Ya relentlessly using the Wind-Splitting Spear Technique and gulped. "Is he really a Martial Artist who just stepped into the Spiritual Element Realm? What’s with this terrifying amount of True Essence?"
"Even if he’s absorbing Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi to recover True Essence during the fight, this recovery speed is just too fucking fast! He’s been fighting for so long but doesn’t show the slightest sign of fatigue."
"That Spear Technique is powerful, but the True Essence required to use it must be immense. To think he can use it so many times in a row."
"This is insane. It’s not normal at all."
What they didn’t know was that before breaking through to the Spiritual Element Realm, Qin Ya might not have been able to use Wind-Splitting with such high intensity. But after the breakthrough, his reserves of True Essence had increased dramatically.
Furthermore, since Qin Ya cultivated the Nine Heavens Shocking God Record, the reserves and quality of his True Essence already far surpassed others in the same Realm. Combined with the super-fast recovery of his Leakless Body, Qin Ya could output True Essence without any restraint during battle, all while keeping his reserves above seventy percent.
"It’s about time to end this."
Following another use of Wind-Splitting, Qin Ya gave an indifferent smile. The temperature in a ten-zhang radius around him plummeted, as if it had become the dead of winter. The high heat and the biting cold instantly formed two distinctly separate worlds. Seeing this strange phenomenon, Wang Yan’s pupils shrank!
The extreme cold actually began to condense into faint frost in the air. Then, the frost gathered, solidifying without dispersing, emitting a faint white glow that was as pure and flawless as the bright moon.
"Moon Chasing!"
He calmly uttered those two words. The bright moon scattered into light, and endless Frost shot toward Wang Yan like ten thousand arrows fired at once. Wang Yan roared, wildly swinging his saber to shatter the incoming Frost.
Suddenly, a speck of white light flared. A Frost Spear, emanating endless cold energy, shot out from the white light and stabbed into the armor on Wang Yan’s right chest. An infinite coldness enveloped Wang Yan in that instant.
The Dragon Scale Armor flared with brilliant light, resisting the frigid energy.
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CRACK...
Wang Yan let out a smug chuckle, but just as he was about to gloat, a cracking sound appeared like something from a nightmare. A flaw had appeared amidst the glow of the Dragon Scale Armor—right on the chest plate.
A single flaw can bring down a whole structure. This tiny imperfection immediately caused the overall glow of the Dragon Scale Armor to dim. From that single point on the right chest plate, cracks began to spread, and endless cold energy seeped through them, invading Wang Yan’s body.
Wang Yan circulated his True Essence, trying to resist. But how could the cold energy, empowered by the Frost Great Trend, be dispelled so easily? His hair, face, and eyebrows visibly frosted over.
Deeper within, his bones, blood, meridians, and even his Spiritual Element Realm True Essence began to freeze. He had practically turned into a Yeti. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
"Qin... Ya, you..."
Wang Yan’s lips trembled as he spat out a few words. For the first time, besides endless rage and hatred, fear appeared in his eyes!
The fear of death!
"Brat, stop right there!"
In the stands, Wang Mingxiu could finally hold back no longer. With a thunderous roar, his figure blurred, crossing dozens of zhang in an instant as he charged toward Qin Ya, wanting to save Wang Yan.
"But this is a deathmatch!"
