novelraw Chapter 62 – Yunqi Peak... This is going against the heavens!
Chapter 62 – Yunqi Peak... This is going against the heavens!
Chapter 62: Heaven Vault Pavilion... This is defying the heavens!
As the voice of the presiding elder rang out, a young man as burly and robust as a brown bear, with muscles knotted all over his body and skin as dark as coal, exuding a wild aura, leaped onto the arena with a hearty laugh. Each step he took caused the solid arena to tremble slightly.
He was none other than Xiong Batian, one of the outstanding Inner Sect Disciples of Qinglan Peak, a body cultivator at the Ninth Level of Qi Refining. It was said that he was born with divine strength and an incredibly powerful physique.
"Hahaha, Xiao Yunhe, you're in luck! You got to face me first," Xiong Batian laughed in his deep, booming voice.
Xiao Yunhe took a deep breath, his face showing unprecedented seriousness. Xiong Batian was undoubtedly one of the strongest opponents he had ever faced. The opponent's strength was terrifying, making this battle extremely perilous.
But he did not retreat. He could not afford to lose, nor could he disgrace Elder Mu.
"Please," Xiao Yunhe said in a deep voice, holding the black iron shield in front of him, gripping the short-handled battle axe tightly, and assuming a defensive stance.
"Roar—..."
A flash of light appeared beside Xiong Batian as he clenched his fists, joints cracking loudly, and a thick, earthy yellow glow emerged from his body, as if he were clad in a layer of rock armor, launching a deadly strike.
The crowd below held their breath.
"It's over. Xiao Yunhe won't be able to withstand it."
"Xiong Batian's strength is too terrifying."
At this critical moment.
A gleam flashed in Xiao Yunhe's eyes. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward sharply.
"Good timing," he growled, and the black iron shield in his hand suddenly shone brightly. The originally dim runes on the shield lit up instantly, unleashing an aura as heavy as a mountain, indestructible.
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This... this black iron shield... was actually a spiritual artifact of the Black Grade that Mu Xiaochuan had specifically snatched from Ren Tianlong.
"Boom—..."
Xiong Batian crashed into the black iron shield, producing a dull, drum-like thud.
However, the scene of Xiao Yunhe being sent flying did not occur.
He actually... withstood it.
Although his feet sank an inch into the arena floor, and his body swayed slightly, the black iron shield in his hand remained as steady as Mount Tai, completely absorbing the violent impact.
"Roar." Xiong Batian seemed surprised that this seemingly not-so-strong guy could withstand his full-force attack, and he hesitated for a moment.
It was in this moment of hesitation.
Xiao Yunhe moved. He seized the fleeting opportunity, sidestepping sharply. The short-handled battle axe in his hand, like a viper striking, traced a cunning arc, slashing fiercely at Xiong Batian's armpit.
"Slash."
Blood splattered. A deep, bone-revealing wound opened under Xiong Batian's armpit.
"Ah!" Xiong Batian did not retreat but advanced instead, his massive body surprisingly agile, instantly passing by Xiao Yunhe, his fist as large as a sand pot, carrying the force of ten thousand pounds, smashing fiercely towards Xiao Yunhe's back.
However, Xiao Yunhe seemed to have eyes on his back. Just as Xiong Batian's fist was about to land, he suddenly ducked, while the black iron shield in his hand thrust backward at an incredible angle.
"Bang."
Xiong Batian's fist struck the shield solidly. A massive countershock force traveled up his arm, making it go numb.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yunhe used this countershock force to spin around like a top, his battle axe sweeping horizontally, targeting Xiong Batian's legs.
"Not good." Xiong Batian was startled. He didn't expect Xiao Yunhe's reaction to be so quick, his attack and defense so fluid. In a hurry, he could only leap backward to dodge.
But Xiao Yunhe's plan clearly didn't stop there. Just as Xiong Batian leaped, his left hand slammed the black iron shield onto the ground.
"Shield Strike."
"Boom."
An invisible shockwave spread from the shield. Xiong Batian, who had just jumped, felt a numbness under his feet, and his body lost balance.
And Xiao Yunhe was waiting for this opportunity. He pounced like a tiger descending the mountain, his battle axe raised high, carrying the momentum to split mountains and rocks, chopping fiercely towards Xiong Batian's head.
"Stop. I concede," Xiong Batian shouted in fright, his soul nearly leaving his body.
The battle axe stopped abruptly less than an inch from his head. The sharp wind from the axe even cut off a few strands of his hair.
Xiao Yunhe slowly withdrew his battle axe, looking at Xiong Batian, who was slumped on the ground, drenched in cold sweat, a victorious smile on his face. Although he had paid a significant price—his tiger's mouth was cracked, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth—he had ultimately... won.
"Xiao Yunhe, victory," the presiding elder announced loudly.
Silence!
The entire venue fell into a brief silence once again.
Then, an even more enthusiastic, more frenzied cheer erupted.
"He won. Xiao Yunhe won."
"My heavens. That was amazing. The attack and defense transition. The combat awareness."
"Heaven Vault Pavilion. So powerful."
Mu Xiaochuan also clapped and laughed, not sparing his praise: "Good! Well done, Xiao Yunhe."
"Thank you, Elder Mu, for your kindness," Xiao Yunhe replied joyfully, stepping forward to bow respectfully.
"Ding. Congratulations to the host for witnessing the victory of a disciple, feeling delighted, and earning 10 Thrill Points."
The next match was Leng Yunjian's turn.
Her opponent was none other than the second-ranked Inner Sect Disciple of Tianshu Peak—Wang Kuotai.
This was undoubtedly the most anticipated match of the first round among the Inner Sect Disciples.
One was the ice-cold beauty rising strongly from Heaven Vault Pavilion, with a mysterious speed and astonishing ice power.
The other was a genius from the main peak, personally taught by the Peak Master, at the Ninth Level of Qi Refining, with exceptional swordsmanship.
The two ascended the arena, facing each other from a distance, their auras clashing.
Wang Kuotai held a cyan longsword, its blade shimmering with brilliance, clearly a high-grade spiritual artifact. He wore a haughty expression, a hint of disdain in his eyes: "Leng Yunjian, although I don't know what means Mu Xiaochuan used to greatly enhance your strength, in the face of absolute power, everything is futile. Today, I will show you that the dignity of Tianshu Peak cannot be challenged."
Leng Yunjian maintained her icy expression, but deep in her eyes, a fierce fighting spirit burned. She slowly drew her ice crystal dagger, cold air spreading, causing the temperature of the entire arena to drop by several degrees.
"Enough talk. Let's fight."
With a crisp shout, Leng Yunjian made the first move.
This time, she didn't use her mysterious footwork but chose to... confront head-on.
Her ice crystal dagger shone brightly, a surge of ice-blue spiritual power rising around her. The purity and vastness of that spiritual power were no less than that of Chu Tiankuo at the Ninth Level of Qi Refining. Perhaps... even surpassing it?
"Ice Seal Miles."
Leng Yunjian shouted clearly, her ice crystal dagger pointing forward.
In an instant, a terrifying cold current, visible to the naked eye and seemingly capable of freezing souls, surged towards Wang Kuotai like a breached ice river. Wherever the cold current passed, the air solidified, and space seemed on the verge of freezing.
"What?" Wang Kuotai's face changed dramatically. The power of this cold air far exceeded his expectations.
"Green Lotus Sword Song." In a critical moment, Wang Kuotai dared not be careless. He roared, his cyan longsword swirling up countless sword flowers. Countless cyan lotus shadows appeared out of thin air, layer upon layer, forming a solid sword energy barrier, attempting to block the terrifying cold current.
"Boom—..."
The ultimate clash of ice and sword.
The terrifying cold current and cyan lotus sword energy collided fiercely, erupting in deafening roars.
Ice shards and sword energy fragments scattered in all directions. An energy storm swept across the entire arena.
"Poof."
Wang Kuotai felt an unimaginably cold force penetrate his sword energy defense, striking his chest hard. His whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, landing heavily at the edge of the arena.
Another single move?
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once more. A pin drop could be heard.
Everyone, including the elders, peak masters, and even the Vice Sect Master on the viewing platform, was petrified, staring in shock at the ice-blue figure standing proudly on the arena.
The second-ranked Inner Sect Disciple of Tianshu Peak, Wang Kuotai at the Ninth Level of Qi Refining, was actually... actually defeated by Leng Yunjian in a single move?
How... how is this possible?
"Leng Yunjian, victory," the presiding elder's voice trembled, filled with incredulous shock.
"Wow—"
After a brief silence, an eruption of astonishment and uproar like a volcanic explosion followed.
"A main peak disciple actually lost to a Yunqi Peak disciple?"
"Yunqi Peak... This is defying the heavens!"