Chapter 295 - Victory

Chapter 295 - Victory

Until now, Ye Feng had never considered Liu Wuxie a worthy opponent and only Shui Huan could draw his attention.

Among the ten geniuses lined up, Ye Feng stood out as the strongest. Following him were Shui Huan, Yuwen Tianqian, Ji Xinghe, Xiao Wenlai, Mu Hongyang, Jia Fengmao, Tan Yan, and Yi Kang. As for Liu Wuxie, people needed to figure out where to place him.

Liu Wuxie quietly executed Ghost Eye, and a mysterious energy appeared in the arena. Shui Huan executed Void Eye. There were faint energy fluctuations that locked onto Mu Hongyang.

Shui Huan wasn’t weak and also practiced a powerful sword technique. When he raised his sword to the sky, his sword drew a circular arc and sealed off Mu Hongyang’s path of retreat.

“Samsara Strike!” Mu Hongyang performed his strongest attack, the Samsara Spear. Turning his body, Mu Hongyang changed the direction of the spear and thrust it at Shui Huan’s chest, destroying the incoming attack.

A powerful shockwave swept out, producing a violent rumble. But Shui Huan was calm and composed as though he had already anticipated this.

After all, geniuses like them often sparred and had a rough gauge of each other’s strength.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and Shui Huan cleaved down with his longsword at an unexpected angle.

“This is bad! Mu Hongyang fell for it!” Yuwen Tianqian exclaimed, and everyone also noticed it. The outcome was often determined in a split second in a battle between experts.

They were too familiar with each other, and the slightest opening could result in a loss.

Liu Wuxie squinted because Shui Huan gave him a familiar feeling. This person’s fighting instinct was incredibly high, and his personality was too calm and composed for someone his age.

Before the Samsara Spear’s full power could be released, Shui Huan’s sword ripped through the air and drew a flower with the sword tip, emitting a faint radiance that looked like flowing water.

With a violent tremor in space, Mu Hongyang’s spear was diverted to the side. Taking this opportunity, Shui Huan dashed over and struck his palm on Mu Hongyang’s left shoulder.

With a loud collision, Mu Hongyang was sent flying away. Fortunately, he enveloped his left shoulder with true essence at the last moment, and there were no serious injuries.

It was tough for anyone on the same level to kill their opponent unless they could crush them entirely.

“Thanks for the battle!” Shui Huan clasped his hands together. The victory had been determined, and they did not need to fight to the death.

Mu Hongyang’s face became ashen, and he was unwilling to accept this result. But he still clasped his hands together in response before leaving the arena.

After resting for ten minutes, the second round began. The battle would continue as this wasn’t a test of everyone’s fighting instincts but their capacity of true essence.

Many people’s true essence couldn’t keep up with their exhaustion. As time passed, everyone went to the arena and picked their opponent.

Liu Wuxie ascended the fifth arena like before, and his opponent this time was Tan Yan.

“No need to fight. I concede!” Tan Yan was the only female who had made it into the top ten. She was straightforward to concede when she came up the stage.

“This is interesting!” While facing the Berserk Fist, Liu Wuxie didn’t draw his blade and fought with the Overlord Fist. Metal attributes began pouring into his fist, and he wanted to fight Jia Fengmao with the Overlord Fist.

As true essence filled his acupoints, Liu Wuxie looked like an enraged lion with overwhelming energy that needed to be released.

A violent gust of wind appeared in the arena, blowing rocks into the air and reducing them to ashes.

“What a powerful fist technique!” All the spectators were shocked because Liu Wuxie didn’t use the Overlord Fist often. No one expected Liu Wuxie’s fist technique to be on par with Jia Fengmao.

Even those who supported Jia Fengmao couldn’t help feeling shocked, which made everyone curious about who would emerge victorious.

Jia Fengmao burst forward and punched like two ferocious dragons, with roars echoing through the sky. They were only ten meters apart, and he closed in on Liu Wuxie in the blink of an eye.

His punches sounded like rumbling thunder, scraping layers off the arena.

“Liu Wuxie, I want you dead!” Jia Fengmao’s voice rumbled like thunder.

Everyone from the Great Yan Dynasty became nervous as they quietly looked at the arena. Their concern wasn’t if Liu Wuxie could make it into the top three but if he could survive.

“A garbage like you wants to kill me?” Liu Wuxie roared when the Berserk Fist was five meters away. He released overwhelming power from all his acupoints, and the strongest move of the Overlord Fist manifested into a rune.

“This is bad!” Everyone realized something was amiss because the power of Liu Wuxie’s punch surpassed Jia Fengmao’s Berserk Fist. Most importantly, his momentum, coupled with his metal attributes, made him unstoppable.

When the two fists came in contact, the point of impact produced a powerful shockwave that swept out. Thunderclouds appeared and covered the sky, plunging the arena into darkness.

Only powerful shockwaves swept out of the arena. Roughly half a breath later, a figure flew out from the thunderclouds, drawing an arc in mid-air and falling onto the arena.

Many gathered around the arena, looking at the person falling from the sky. But no one dared get close and fled instead to avoid being hit. If this figure hit them, they would be heavily injured even if they weren’t killed.

The figure fell to the ground with a loud impact, raising a dust cloud.

“How could this be?” Everyone hurried forward in disbelief and looked at the figure lying on the ground. The prodigies of the Azure Lion Empire were terrified and stumped.

“This is impossible! Impossible! How could Senior Brother Jia lose?” A cry of disbelief came from the crowd. The one thrown out of the arena was Jia Fengmao, not Liu Wuxie.

More people gathered in the surroundings and looked at the unconscious Jia Fengmao. The latter had suffered severe internal injuries.

Lying on the ground, Jia Fengmao let out a series of coughs, spitting out the congested blood from his chest and feeling much better.

“Senior Brother Jia, are you alright?” Several representatives from the Azure Lion Empire stepped forward to help Jia Fengmao to his feet.

Jia Fengmao’s face was pale with malice in the depth of his eyes. There was still blood dripping from his lips. It was fine if he lost the battle, but he was sent flying from the arena with one punch from Liu Wuxie.