When Earth Awakened, I Became a Sword Saintess

Chapter 117 : Yuyin Battles Yuwen Wenhong

117: Yuyin Battles Yuwen Wenhong

In a corner of the high stands, Yuwen Wenzhi had also come to watch the match, clenching his fist.

"Brother, you must defeat Xia Yuyin and get revenge for me!"

The stage for the finals was an octagon about eighteen meters in diameter, much larger than those for the previous matches. For the two combatants, the main change was the larger venue, which was fairer for those like the Daoist Arts Department who possessed long-range attacks, and it also allowed for better maneuvering and speed. The shape of the venue, however, did not have much impact.

After Yuyin appeared, Yuwen Wenhong also emerged from the other side.

Yuwen Wenhong looked somewhat familiar. He resembled Yuwen Wenzhi but was more mature, with a gloomy and cold gaze.

Yuwen Wenhong, the top expert of the Daoist Arts Department, was at the Spirit-Seeking Perfection realm. He wore a white Tang-style suit with frog buttons and navy-blue training pants, with two precious swords on his back.

Facing such a heroic and imposing expert, how could Yuyin possibly let her guard down? Moreover, her opponent was from the Daoist Arts Department, and she didn't know what kind of arts he might use. Naturally, Yuyin was extremely cautious.

Before the match, the two were to bow to each other. Yuwen Wenhong stepped forward and said, "Xia Yuyin, I believe you know who I am. But I want to state this first: I don't want today's match to be affected by what happened with my brother. I am here to take the Academy Credits from you and advance to the Top 4, not to get revenge."

In Yuwen Wenhong's view, losing one's composure due to external factors could only be blamed on one's own lack of adaptability, not on others.

"We'll see if you have the strength for that, Senior Brother. Please advise me," Yuyin replied, returning the bow formally.

The chief referee, Teacher Jiang Xue, signaled for them to step back. "Begin the match."

Yuwen Wenhong immediately drove the sharp Primordial Energy within him. Swish, swish! Two silver precious swords flew directly from behind him, attacking Yuyin.

"Two Flying Swords?"

Yuyin was also shocked. She hadn't expected him to control two Flying Swords simultaneously. She drew the silver-white longsword she had prepared for the finals from her back. It was one meter and thirty-seven centimeters long.

Although this finals weapon was also made of a high-tech composite material, it was tougher and more powerful. It was specially prepared by the academy. Yuyin had chosen this longsword, which, it was said, was a complete replica of a rare longsword worth 560 Academy Credits treasured in the academy's armory.

The two Flying Swords flew quickly towards Yuyin from both sides. Dodging one was easy, but dodging two required watching both sides, making it much more difficult.

Yuyin watched for the right moment and swung her silver longsword. Silver light flashed to the left and right.

Clang! Clang!

She knocked the two Flying Swords away. Yuyin's longsword was immensely powerful; as long as she hit her mark, she could always send them flying.

The Flying Swords were controlled by Yuwen Wenhong, but he hadn't expected the force of Yuyin's interception to exceed his expectations. The two swords flew quite far and would need time to circle back.

And the greater the distance, the more Primordial Energy was consumed for control. While Yuwen Wenhong was controlling the two Flying Swords, Yuyin was swiftly closing in on him.

Yuwen Wenhong immediately began circling rapidly along the edge of the stage to create distance from Yuyin, but Yuyin was too fast; he couldn't maintain the distance.

Swish! Swish!

The two Flying Swords attacked Yuyin from the sides. In her charge, Yuyin's beautiful, long legs shifted left and right, and she actually dodged without even looking, evading them with her back turned.

"What!?" Yuwen Wenhong was stunned.

The Flying Swords carried Yuwen Wenhong's Primordial Energy fluctuations. Yuyin discovered this and could, by feel, combined with her judgment of Yuwen Wenhong's intentions, predict the swords' attack paths without needing to divide her attention to watch them.

The two Flying Swords stabbed at empty air. Yuyin had already arrived, her silver longsword chopping down towards Yuwen Wenhong.

The two Flying Swords, in turn, changed direction slightly and returned to Yuwen Wenhong's hands. He raised his two swords, crossing them to block Yuyin's chop.

Yuyin's silver longsword was heavier and sharper than her previous plastic-steel sword, but her chopping speed was even faster, like a bolt of silver lightning.

Bang!

Yuwen Wenhong never would have dreamed that the long silver sword in this woman's hands would be as heavy as a giant iron pillar. The impact sent a jolt of pain through the bones and muscles of his limbs. His two swords were completely unable to block it, and her longsword was pressed down onto his shoulders.

Although it was an unsharpened sword, it still fractured Yuwen Wenhong's collarbone.

"Ah!" Yuwen Wenhong was forced to his knees by the weight of Yuyin's heavy sword. He took the opportunity to roll, enduring the excruciating pain, rolled to one side, and quickly jumped to his feet. His left shoulder was now difficult to move, and even a slight movement of his arm sent a piercing pain through him.

He drove his Primordial Energy to temporarily alleviate the injury. By using Primordial Energy to power his meridians, he could still fight to a certain extent even with a fracture.

"Go!" Yuwen Wenhong's Flying Sword from his injured arm shot towards Yuyin, flying low in a straight line, very suddenly.

Clang!

Yuyin's longsword swung, forming a large, shield-like fan that knocked it away. In terms of strength, the gap between them was too large. Moreover, the power of a Flying Sword was not as great as a direct sword swing.

Seeing that Yuwen Wenhong had one injured shoulder and could only block with one sword, Yuyin immediately charged at him after deflecting the Flying Sword. Yuwen Wenhong retreated while swinging his sword to parry.

He no longer dared to block head-on, only to deflect. But when it came to close-quarters swordsmanship, how could he be Yuyin's match?

After a few clashes, Yuyin swept her sword horizontally towards his waist. Yuwen Wenhong, unable to dodge, could only hold his sword vertically to block.

Amidst the heavy tremor, Yuyin's strength sent Yuwen Wenhong stumbling back several meters, his feet scraping the ground. He nearly fell, and before he could even adjust his stance, Yuyin thrust another sword at him.

"Bastard!" Yuwen Wenhong grew ferocious. Seizing the moment, he used both hands to hold his sword, blocking the thrust with the flat of the blade.

Yuyin's sword thrust was steady, accurate, and ruthless, straight as a line.

Thump!

Yuwen Wenhong's Flying Sword was struck and violently slapped against his own chest.

"Pfft!" Yuwen Wenhong spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. His figure staggered and swayed as he retreated, all the way to the edge of the stage.

The thousands of people in the surrounding stands were all stunned.

This, is this really a match between a first-year girl and a top third-year Source Martial Practitioner? Are you sure it's not the other way around?

At this moment, in a section of the VIP stands, a thin man wearing sunglasses and a black hat stroked his cane and couldn't help but sigh, "Xia Yuyin, in less than a year, your progress is this astonishing? I truly did not misjudge you."

"Brother!" Yuwen Wenzhi gripped the railing and stood up. He couldn't believe it. Even the most outstanding older cousin in his generation of the family was being forced into a continuous retreat by Xia Yuyin.

Yuwen Wenhong knelt on one knee, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, gasping for breath in a corner of the stage. Jiang Xue was also closely watching his condition, ready to stop the match at any moment.

But Yuwen Wenhong's eyes revealed a cold glint. His gaze indicated that he could still fight.

Swish!

The other Flying Sword suddenly rose from the ground and stabbed towards Yuyin's back.

Although Yuyin sensed it, it was too close to dodge or parry.

Smack!

The Flying Sword stabbed Yuyin in the back, causing her to lurch forward.

"Good!" Yuwen Wenhong was overjoyed. "You're finished!"

This sword strike was very sudden. Hitting Yuyin in the back was enough to injure her at best, or knock her unconscious at worst.

However, Yuyin only staggered forward two or three steps and did not fall.

Clang! The Flying Sword fell to the ground.

The white dress on Yuyin's back was torn, but her smooth, jade-like back was completely unharmed.

Although her back couldn't be seen, it felt as if Yuyin's Primordial Energy hadn't diminished at all. She walked up to him, sword in hand, as if nothing had happened.

"You... you're not wearing armor behind you. You took a direct hit from my Flying Sword. How can you still be standing?" Yuwen Wenhong asked, looking up at Yuyin while supporting his body with his other Flying Sword.

"Senior Brother, I couldn't dodge in time, so I could only drive my Primordial Energy throughout my body, both to reduce the speed of your sword and to condense my Primordial Energy on my back to defend. Your Flying Sword is indeed powerful. If your strike had six or seven units more force, I'm afraid I would have suffered some minor injuries even if I could endure it," Yuyin said calmly and frankly to the senior.

"Six, six or seven units??" For a moment, Yuwen Wenhong, already significantly injured, lost his fighting spirit. "Where am I supposed to find the strength to add six or seven units of force? Do you know how much hard work it takes to increase a Flying Sword's power by even one unit..."

Yuwen Wenhong lost the will to fight and collapsed to one side.

Although Yuyin was in the Late-Stage of Spirit-Seeking Realm, the intensity of her Primordial Energy was several times that of her peers. Coupled with her cultivation of the Imperial Daughter Body Refinement, although her skin was soft and delicate, her body's durability, when combined with her Primordial Energy defense, was extremely strong. Yuyin's words were tactful, but they hit the key point: with your Flying Sword, even if Yuyin stood still and let you attack, it would still be difficult for you to defeat her.

In that case, how could Yuwen Wenhong continue to fight?

Teacher Jiang Xue, her long legs clad in flesh-colored stockings, ran over, checked Yuwen Wenhong's condition, then stood up and announced, "Yuwen Wenhong has lost the ability to compete. The victor is Xia Yuyin."

"Brother...!" From the noisy stands, Yuwen Wenzhi gripped the armrest, shouting with a look of despair.