Chapter 389 - Yin-Yang Union

Chapter 389 - Yin-Yang Union

A voice came from behind Liu Wuxie. Anyone who had made it into the top sixteen was formidable, and the stronger they were, the more arrogant they seemed.

Without a word, Liu Wuxie and his opponent headed to the nearest arena, while the other participants dispersed to their respective battlegrounds.

There was another unexpected sight: Shao Wendong, Chen Lin, and the other geniuses from the six peaks deliberately avoided facing each other.

"This must be rigged! It's cheating!" protested Chen Lin's opponent, raising objections and suggesting that the sect had arranged the matchups. After so many rounds, it seemed improbable that the top contenders wouldn't face each other naturally.

While the audience might anticipate a thrilling final between Shao Wendong and Chen Lin, leaving the suspense till the end, other contestants secretly hoped they would eliminate each other, providing opportunities for themselves to advance.

However, there was no evidence of an arrangement during the draw because the participants drew the number plates with no interference. This was just a protest, which everyone understood.

“My name is Nie Xing. Junior Brother Liu, please guide me!” Liu Wuxie’s opponent had cultivation in the third-level Heavenly Dipper Realm. Aside from a hint of arrogance on his face, there was no hostility from him. After all, everyone had no personal grudges after coming this far and were purely competing for the championship.

"Please," replied Liu Wuxie politely. As they prepared for their match, Nie Xing pulled out a brush, a rare and unconventional weapon compared to the swords commonly used by other disciples.

However, the brush had multiple advantages, such as thrusting like a sword or swinging like a spear. It could also be used as a whip, making it a versatile weapon.

“Junior brother, be careful. My Yin-Yang Judgement Brush is no weaker than the Divine Spirit Sword,” Nie Xing reminded. He was confident in securing a victory with his cultivation in the third-level Heavenly Dipper Realm.

“Thanks for the reminder!” Liu Wuxie appreciated the warning. Revealing one’s trump cards to the opponent made this an honorable duel.

The martial techniques Liu Wuxie practiced didn’t come from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, and it was useless even if he told Nie Xing. He was still exploring with the Primordial Astral Fist, and the Fatality Blade Art couldn’t be easily used.

In legends, the Judgement Brush was divided into Yin and Yang. The Yang Judgement Brush could control life and death, while the Yin Judgement Brush could control all Yin spirits in heaven and earth.

Yin and Yang could also represent many things. For example, heaven was Yang, and earth was Yin. The right was Yang, and the left was Yin.

Nie Xing held a brush in his right hand, and his left hand was empty. Since he said he practiced the Yin-Yang Judgement Brush, where was the other brush?

The brush sliced through the air and appeared at Liu Wuxie’s left flank with incredible speed. It was truly powerful, especially when used by someone in the third-level Heavenly Dipper Realm. This was on a whole new level compared to Duan Hong.

Liu Wuxie dodged sideways, and the brush missed him. But ripples were left behind in the path of the brush, spreading out like cotton fluff.

Nie Xing lifted his feet from the ground after his missed attack, swiftly executing several strikes with his right hand akin to a dragonfly skimming over water, each strike creating ripples through the air.

Liu Wuxie didn’t dare to be careless because the Yin-Yang Judgement Brush was extraordinary. It didn’t have an overwhelming aura, but it was extremely tough.

Nie Xing's attacks flowed seamlessly into the next, relentless and continuous. He remained calm and unhurried, each strike as smooth as flowing water.

"Care to guess how long Liu Wuxie can hold out against Nie Xing?" The spectators started discussing, speculating on the number of moves Liu Wuxie could withstand before being defeated.

Even now, many were still struggling to accept that Liu Wuxie had made it into the top sixteen.

“Thirty moves!” Someone answered, believing Liu Wuxie would last no more than thirty moves against Nie Xing.

"Don't underestimate him!" Liu Wuxie's supporters retorted, showing confidence in his abilities to win the fight.

“Thank you, junior brother, for sparing my life!” Nie Xing was drenched in cold sweat and quickly stored his brushes before cupping his fists together. He still lingered in fear, recalling the palm strike from a moment ago.

“You’re strong, and I only won because of luck!” Liu Wuxie told the truth because Nie Xing would easily make it into the top ten if he faced someone else.

He was unlucky when he ran into a monstrous genius like Liu Wuxie, who saw through the flaws in his Yin-Yang Judgement Brush.

“I’m still too weak compared to you, junior brother!” Nie Xing was disheartened and left the arena in despair. Failing to make it into the top ten greatly impacted him.

“He won?” Many still couldn’t accept that Liu Wuxie made it into the top ten, breaking the sect’s records.

Bai Lin and Liu Wuxie’s supporters stood up and cheered in excitement. Jian Xing’er smiled and looked relieved.

On the contrary, the Terrain Summit Peak and Profound Inscription Peak fell silent. Liu Wuxie’s repeated striking performances were like a series of resounding slaps on their faces, leaving them with a bitter taste.

When Liu Wuxie returned to the resting area, fights were still ongoing. The fights only concluded in the late morning, with eight people advancing smoothly.

The eight were Liu Wuxie, Shao Wendong, Chen Lin, Dong Yan, Zhao Yi, He Fan, Wen Haoran, and Luo Mingyang.

The Heavenly Trigram Peak and Earth Force Peak had two representatives, while the others only had one.

The quarterfinals were next, and the battles were expected to become even more intense. Thus, no one spoke and focused on recovering their true essence when they returned to their resting area.

When Wen Haoran looked at Liu Wuxie, there was a hint of graveness in his eyes.

“It’s finally time!” The previous rounds were exciting, but the audiences still weren’t satisfied.

“The next lottery will determine your rankings. Are you all prepared?” Elder Tian Xing’s gaze swept through the remaining eight, releasing the pressure that made the participants feel like a massive boulder on their shoulders.

“We’re ready!” The eight responded in unison.

“Good, let us start with the drawing process!” It wasn’t a lottery box this time but bamboo slips in a bamboo tube. Those who drew the same number would face each other, and the deacons would deliver the bamboo slips to them so they didn’t have to step forward to draw.

Liu Wuxie was the fifth to draw, and he casually drew one from the bamboo tube. The tube was sealed with a spiritual array, and Liu Wuxie’s divine sense couldn’t penetrate, no matter how he tried.

Looking at the bamboo slip in his hand, Liu Wuxie noticed the number 'Four' engraved on it. It wasn't exactly an auspicious number. [1]

The eight participants looked at their numbers before exchanging a look, trying to find their opponent.

“I’m number one!” Wen Haoran raised his bamboo slip, and He Lan stepped forward reluctantly.

“I’m number two!” Zhao Yi raised his bamboo slip, and his opponent was Shao Wendong. It was inevitable because the odds of running into strong opponents were higher now in the quarterfinals.

Chen Lin’s opponent was Dong Yan, while Liu Wuxie’s opponent was Luo Mingyang.

The eight participants selected four arenas and stepped onto them without exchanging words. Victory would secure a place in the semifinals, bringing the championship within reach.

“He's lucky to have drawn the weakest opponent," several spectators grumbled, doubting Luo Mingyang's ability to challenge Liu Wuxie.

1. The pronunciation of four in Chinese is similar to that of die. ☜