When Earth Awakened, I Became a Sword Saintess

Chapter 101 : Calm and Collected Versus Fierce and Fiery

101: Calm and Collected Versus Fierce and Fiery

As everyone had predicted, the finals would be between Qin Feizhen, ranked second in Academy Credits, and Yuyin.

Qin Feizhen had fought a grueling battle against Ouyang Ning for nearly two hours before finally emerging victorious.

But it must be said, Qin Feizhen had a truly solid foundation. Hailing from a distinguished family, he had trained in martial arts since childhood. After a week of recovery, he was full of vigor.

At this moment, Qin Feizhen wore a set of dark blue, tight-fitting combat clothes and held a bronze long spear, possessing the heroic air of a young champion.

Yuyin, standing at the other corner of the platform, wore a pale cyan, thin silk cheongsam. While it was called a cheongsam, it incorporated some Western-style tailoring, making it very fashionable. Fashionable designs often neglect sensuality to emphasize the designer's ascetic romanticism, but Yuyin's cheongsam, being thin and form-fitting, accentuated her figure perfectly, causing the hearts of many in the audience to burn with passion.

Just like the atmosphere at that moment, the arena was filled with cheers. Banners for Yuyin, posters with her name, large, candid photos of her from the competition... they were everywhere.

Qin Feizhen stared at Yuyin, thinking to himself, "This Xia Yuyin not only possesses superior swordsmanship and movement skills, but her reactions are swift and her strength is immense... She's simply the perfect combination of all elements of a warrior. In terms of strength, defeating her will not be easy."

"But the battlefield is ever-changing. Xia Yuyin, don't you dare give me a single opening! Otherwise, I will show no mercy. Today, either I lose as everyone expects, and I won't lose face. Or, this will be the moment I, Qin Feizhen, make a name for myself!"

"I have no baggage, but you do. The outcome is unpredictable!"

The match began.

At some point, Qin Feizhen had gathered a group of old classmates from the affiliated high school, who had brought war drums to cheer for him.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom..."

To the sound of the rolling drums, Qin Feizhen erupted at full speed, charging towards Yuyin. As he closed in, he suddenly changed his pace. His long spear was swift as he thrust it out consecutively, intending to disrupt Yuyin's rhythm with the spear's length and speed.

However, what Qin Feizhen considered a fast and fierce spear technique was merely average in speed in Yuyin's eyes. Yuyin's jade-white, beautiful legs emerged from the slit of her cheongsam, moving with a bright, swaying grace as she easily dodged Qin Feizhen's first two thrusts. At the third thrust, Yuyin drew her sword.

Smack!

A downward, sideward slash intercepted Qin Feizhen's long spear, striking it into the ground. Qin Feizhen instinctively pulled back his spear, but Yuyin was faster. With a step of her long, beautiful leg, she pinned Qin Feizhen's three-meter-long spear to the ground, causing it to bend noticeably.

With her foot on the spear, Yuyin slashed at Qin Feizhen's hand. Qin Feizhen had no choice but to abandon his spear and jump back hastily to the edge of the platform.

The entire arena fell silent.

Yuyin, however, smiled faintly and flicked the long spear up with the tip of her foot.

Whoosh! She kicked it back to Qin Feizhen. This casual kick was unexpectedly powerful. When Qin Feizhen caught it, his hands trembled, and he was nearly shaken off the platform.

"This Xia Yuyin... what immense strength!" Qin Feizhen gritted his teeth secretly. "Is this her idea of chivalry, or does she simply not take me seriously at all?"

"How outrageous!" Qin Feizhen felt his pride wounded even more after being shown such mercy by Yuyin. He unleashed the ultimate move of his Qin family's spear technique.

Whoosh! The long spear, carrying a swirling vortex of energy like a drill, spun rapidly as it thrust towards Yuyin. With such momentum, it was nearly impossible for a sword or blade to block head-on.

Ding!

The students watching in the arena were startled. From a distance, it looked as if Qin Feizhen had landed a direct hit.

However, upon closer inspection, Qin Feizhen's spinning spear had been precisely blocked by Yuyin's vertically held sword.

The sword was only a few centimeters wide, and this posture made it extremely difficult to exert force, yet she had so accurately blocked Qin Feizhen's ultimate move. His spear continued to spin, but it couldn't advance an inch.

"What!?" Qin Feizhen was shocked. This was no ordinary defensive move. How vast must the difference in their strength be for her to break his technique like this?

Yuyin, bracing against Qin Feizhen's spear, suddenly swung her sword. The horizontal force of her strike disrupted the spinning momentum of the spear, wrenching it from Qin Feizhen's grasp and sending it tumbling wildly through the air.

Smack! It struck Qin Feizhen in the face, leaving a bloody mark.

The long spear, carrying the remnants of Qin Feizhen's Primordial Energy, was sent flying and landed outside the platform.

"Ugh..." Qin Feizhen clutched his face, lowered his head, and staggered back a few steps, panting heavily from the massive expenditure of Primordial Energy.

Yuyin, however, stood as still as a maiden in the center of the platform, like the queen of this stage.

"I... I..." Qin Feizhen's teeth chattered. How unwilling he was! Why? For if Yu is born, why must Liang also be born? Originally, without Xia Yuyin, he, Qin Feizhen, would have been the rising star of this year.

However, reality was so cruel.

"...I concede," Qin Feizhen said helplessly.

Yuyin watched Qin Feizhen silently, saying nothing. A pampered child of heaven nurtured over so many years, how proud he must be. To concede in public was not easy. This man, she thought, could be considered a true man. Yuyin gave a slight nod of appreciation.

The entire arena erupted in cheers of "Goddess Yuyin!"

"We won!" In the stands, Hua Qianyuan and Yingluo were also excitedly holding hands, although they had guessed this outcome long ago.

Amidst this sea of cheers, Qin Feizhen, with his head lowered, left the arena dejectedly.

"The Source Martial Competition believes in no tears. Xia Yuyin, you are the rival of my lifetime! Perhaps you are dazzling now, but I will eventually surpass you. Perhaps many men fantasize about surpassing you, then pursuing you and winning you, but I, Qin Feizhen, truly see you as a rival! You, Xia Yuyin, are worthy of being my rival in this life."

Yuyin advanced to the championship position without any suspense, without even encountering a real challenge or threat, strolling through it as if in a leisurely garden. It could be described as calm and collected.

However, the subsequent finals for the second-year group were a grueling battle that lasted over three hours, with both sides fighting until they had exhausted their last drop of sweat.

Unexpectedly, Wang Tieniu lost the championship due to his old injuries not having fully healed.

The Student Council officer, Wang Xuezhang, won the championship.

"Brother Wang is still reliable at critical moments, hehe..." In the stands, surrounded by many Student Council members, Lan Lianyue sat in a prime seat and said with a slight smile, "But, shouldn't we also thank Xia Yuyin for injuring that Iron Ox earlier?"

Next was the award ceremony.

For the first-year group, Yuyin, the first-place finisher, and Qin Feizhen, the second-place finisher, both qualified for the All-Academy Source Martial Tournament next spring. The third spot for the first-year group was chosen by the teacher referee panel and the Student Council assistant referee panel based on overall performance from the two semifinalists. It went to Ouyang Ning.

For the second-year group, all eight finalists qualified for the All-Academy Source Martial Tournament next spring.