novelraw Chapter 320 : I Regard Human Lives as Worthless as Grass
Chapter 320 : I Regard Human Lives as Worthless as Grass
Chapter 320: I Regard Human Lives as Worthless as Grass
The quarterfinals of the Eastern and Western Continents’ Grand Competition had one day of rest.
Yet it was precisely this day of rest that caused the uproar stirred by Chu Huaixu to rapidly ferment.
Some people even exaggerated things further, dragging His Majesty the Moon Emperor into the matter.
“Have you heard? What Chu Huaixu did even angered His Majesty!”
“I heard! His Majesty even threw his brush in the imperial study and said: ‘That brat dares think our Moon Country has no one!’”
What made the people of Moon Country even more unable to accept was that among the current top eight, the Dao Gate alone occupied half of the spots.
This led to even more rumor-filled encouragement being added, meant to boost morale internally.
For example, it was said that His Highness the Heir of Prince Rui had declared that he was determined to take the championship this time, to wash away past humiliation, and that he was highly confident!
Upon hearing this, Qin Xuanxiao: “???”
But as a member of the royal family and hailed as the number one prodigy of Moon Country’s younger generation, he had no choice but to shoulder this responsibility and burden alone.
Moreover, while others did not know the inside story, he did.
“Imperial Grandfather is indeed in a very bad mood.”
After all, Moon Country was the host of this Grand Competition.
They should at least have some home-ground advantage.
Yet under such circumstances, the number of participants from Mirror Country still had the upper hand in the top eight. It was indeed embarrassing.
As a result, when the draw was held the next day, the overall atmosphere carried a certain heaviness.
Even Lin Zixuan and Leng Wuya felt immense pressure.
Chu Huaixu understood this all too well.
He knew a saying: in competitive sports, being weak is the original sin.
The nature of the Grand Competition was somewhat similar.
Ordinary people did not care about the details.
They only looked at the final result—only at victory or defeat!
The same was true for the ordinary disciples of Moon Country’s Academy and the various sects.
After all, this was the face of the entire Western Continent at stake!
It would be strange if people were not cursing behind the scenes.
As Lin Zixuan and Leng Wuya drew their lots, they silently prayed:
“Let me draw Geng Tianhe or Ji Sikong. It must be Geng Tianhe or Ji Sikong!”
“Please!”
The leading figures of the younger generation of the Sword Sect had, in everyone’s eyes, become the “soft targets.”
Little did they know that Geng Tianhe, now the Sword Sect’s sole remaining seedling, was under immense pressure himself.
Moreover, in the First Realm Eastern Continent competition, he had been eliminated relatively early...
“Let me draw Leng Wuya or Lin Zixuan!”
“As for Brother Ji… I’d feel bad, but fine!”
“Please!” Old Geng prayed inwardly as well.
In the end, he and Lin Zixuan were mutually matched, both drawing number one.
Ji Sikong drew Xu Ziqing; both had number four—an internal battle within the Dao Gate.
From a probability standpoint, this was quite normal.
Leng Wuya raised his head and swept his gaze across the remaining participants.
How the hell was this even playable!
But then, a flash of inspiration struck him.
“Let me draw His Highness the Heir!”
Wouldn’t that basically guarantee the Heir a spot in the top four?
Losing to one of their own would not be embarrassing.
And when others cursed him, they would have less to say.
Neither his sect elders nor His Majesty could blame him either.
Hmph! If I don’t fight the Dao Gate, then it doesn’t count as losing to them!
With boundless hope, Leng Wuya began drawing.
“Has anyone already drawn number two?” he asked.
A young man in a black-gold robe slowly raised his right hand, smiling as he showed the lot in his hand.
The moment Leng Wuya saw the lot in Chu Huaixu’s hand, his face instantly turned ashen.
The words Chu Huaixu had said to him earlier echoed in his ears:
“Rather than saying all that, you’d better think carefully—if you’re lucky enough to win this round, then when you draw me next time, what will you use to block my sword?”
In that instant, Leng Wuya felt his heart skip a beat.
It was as if that unstoppable sword qi had already slashed toward him!
The first match of the day was about to begin.
Lin Zixuan versus Geng Tianhe.
This world protagonist, who excelled in support abilities, was indeed somewhat lacking in individual output.
She possessed many unpredictable, ghostly methods and followed a flashy, trick-heavy fighting style—but unfortunately, her opponent was a single-minded sword cultivator like Geng Tianhe.
Countless sword cultivators in the world believed in one principle:
“One sword breaks all techniques!”
With his Azure Firmament Lodged Flame combined with the Great River Sword Intent, each of his strikes grew stronger than the last—like waves crashing over one another.
Lin Zixuan controlled nine paper puppets at once, and in the early stage, she actually held the advantage.
But once her opponent gradually adapted to these flashy techniques, she immediately began to falter.
Now, four of the nine paper puppets had already been destroyed.
With some reluctance, she recalled the remaining ones, then waved her small hand—summoning several… leather puppets.
These colorful leather puppets resembled shadow puppets from a shadow play.
The technique she was now using was a high-grade Earth-rank technique called—Entwined Nether Play.
Moreover, this technique was intrinsically tied to her cultivation method.
Only by cultivating the method could one master the technique.
Once activated, it granted her the ability to “shift form and swap shadows.”
She could exchange positions with any shadow puppet at will—almost like teleportation!
With nine shadow puppets in play, it far surpassed her earlier paper puppets.
Chu Huaixu stood below the platform, watching. Even he was not certain whether Geng Tianhe could win.
Because he knew Lin Zixuan still had a hidden trump card.
Unfortunately, the girl lacked explosive output—otherwise, Geng Tianhe would have certainly lost.
At this moment, the Sword Sect prodigy was already being thrown into disarray by her shadow-swapping technique.
Just as he finally found an opening and was about to end the battle—
He was suddenly ambushed from behind!
The shadows cast by those leather puppets under the sunlight were actually moving like living beings!
Caught off guard, Geng Tianhe’s sword strike went wide.
The nine paper puppets immediately flew toward him, attempting to stick onto his body.
Once attached, Lin Zixuan would be able to control his limbs.
A silver bell hung at Geng Tianhe’s waist. It had remained silent all this time, but now it rang loudly.
A surge of force erupted, scattering the incoming shadow puppets.
And at this moment—Lin Zixuan, standing under the sunlight, had no shadow!
She had turned herself into a human-skin puppet, refining her own shadow.
Was this not, in itself, another form of shadow puppet?
“Not good!” Geng Tianhe cried inwardly.
A human shadow suddenly appeared. He was struck by a surprise attack and was sent flying, coughing up blood—severely injured.
In his panic, he slashed a sword toward Lin Zixuan.
At the same time, his left hand produced a talisman, which he slapped onto himself.
The talisman temporarily removed all sensation of pain.
This idea had come from watching Chu Huaixu’s matches.
Seeing that Brother Chu was unafraid of pain, he had returned to the sect and asked both an artifact-refining grandmaster and a talisman master to jointly create this item.
In actual combat, it indeed proved highly effective!
—Following Brother Chu can’t go wrong!
At this point, Lin Zixuan had already used all her hidden techniques. For an ambush, once the first strike failed, things became difficult.
Geng Tianhe knew he could not hold on much longer and quickly made a decision—it was no time to conserve spiritual energy.
Simply put, he began unleashing high-consumption, wide-area attacks, aiming to cover the entire field.
This was precisely the kind of tactic that flashy fighters like Lin Zixuan struggled against the most.
In the end, Geng Tianhe narrowly won with severe injuries.
He had long learned from Brother Chu that in battle, one must not show mercy—one must be ruthless, even toward delicate beauty!
The petite girl was struck off the platform like a kite with a broken string, falling unconscious on the spot.
After his victory, Geng Tianhe remained standing on the platform for seven or eight seconds before the yellow talisman on his body expired—and he immediately collapsed unconscious as well.
Overall, it was an evenly matched, grueling battle.
Though Lin Zixuan’s loss was regrettable, the result was already set.
One spot in the top four had already been taken by someone from Mirror Country of the Eastern Continent!
As for the next match—
Many people of Moon Country already knew the outcome in their hearts.
Chu Huaixu was indeed arrogant and ruthless.
But how could Leng Wuya possibly be his opponent?
This meant that Mirror Country had already secured two spots in the top four.
However, what happened next once again plunged the people of Moon Country into fury.
Chu Huaixu moved according to his own rhythm, continuing to lay out his plan.
The young man in the black-gold robe slowly stepped onto the platform.
Lowering his gaze, he looked down at Leng Wuya and said indifferently:
“What was it you called me last time?”
“Oh right—said I treat human lives as worthless as grass?”
Chu Huaixu’s ink-black eyes fixed steadily on Leng Wuya. Then, he slightly beckoned with his hand, his posture lofty as he said:
“Come, grass. Step up and receive my sword.”
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