Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 835: Chapter 683: Victory at the Outset

A surge of murderous aura spread forward, instantly filling the entire main hall.

As Ji Feng leaped onto the arena, Ayimulan walked calmly by the side, as if everything was unrelated to her, and as if she already had a plan in mind.

She went up to the second floor, standing opposite Emperor Liang — facing north.

The doors of Weiyang Building opened to the west, and Duan Mingyue’s group of three faced the door, standing in the east.

Everyone’s gaze unanimously focused on the arena.

Mo Ye, Loulan’s number one swordsman.

Ayimulan’s introduction of him was not exaggerated at all. He was a born martial arts prodigy, gifted from a young age, defeating all his senior brothers and sisters in the sect by the age of twelve.

At seventeen, he defeated his master.

Although he hadn’t trained in the evil skills like Mo Yi.

But precisely because of this, he was even more ruthless and formidable than Mo Yi, always able to protect himself while dancing on the knife’s edge.

Ji Feng and Mo Ye did not adhere to the rule of probing first; the two drew their swords at the very first move.

The cold blades collided fiercely on the arena, sparking a series of sparks.

Meng Qianqian focused her gaze: "The Sword Qi of the two has some differences."

Chen Long said: "Ji Feng’s Sword Qi is yang, Mo Ye’s Sword Qi is yin. Yin and yang counter each other; they were destined to be nemeses."

Meng Qianqian asked: "Brother, who do you think has a better chance of winning?"

Lu Yuan said displeased: "Why not ask me?"

Chen Long glanced at him: "Because you suck."

Lu Yuan: "Wanna fight?"

Tan’er and Meng Lang spoke in unison:

"Alright!"

"Okay!"

Shangguan Ling clicked his tongue at Tan’er: "You’re jumping into the excitement again!"

Tan’er put her hands on her hips and stamped her foot: "Dare rebel! Does even rebellion want to fight with me?"

Clang!

The sound of swords clashing echoed again from the arena, each move was deadly, starting right into a life-and-death situation.

The Sword Qi was like a cold pond, also like a mountain of flames.

Even standing on the second floor, everyone could still feel the alternating cold and heat of two strands of inner strength, as if two swimming dragons savagely tearing each other apart on the arena.

"Fourth brother, this, this is too intense, isn’t it?"

Duan Wenliang was overwhelmed.

Their moves became increasingly fierce, their movement technique faster and faster, Duan Wenliang felt his eyes could not keep up.

"Is this really a duel? Even risking one’s life isn’t so..."

He couldn’t find the right words for a moment, but it was too thrilling, the likes of which he’d never seen.

"Was buying a ticket to Weiyang Building worth it?"

Duan Mingyue asked with a smile.

Duan Wenliang shook his head like a rattle-drum: "Worth it, worth it!"

Witnessing a grand duel in person was worth any amount of Silver!

"Xiao Wu, who do you think will win?"

Duan Mingyue asked.

Xun Wu pondered seriously for a while: "Mo Ye."

Duan Wenliang looked over sharply: "Why Mo Ye? How do you see that? They clearly seem evenly matched, hard to tell who’s superior!"

Xun Wu said: "In terms of skill, Ji Feng is not as gifted as Mo Ye."

"You can see that too?"

Duan Wenliang scratched his head.

Xun Wu said: "Wenliang, you are a person of outstanding talent, you do not understand the pain and hardship of achieving through hard work. If it were only the latter two, it would be bearable, but the gap in innate talent is one that no amount of effort can bridge."

Duan Wenliang, confused, looked to his brother.

Duan Mingyue laughed: "Xun Wu is envious of your martial arts talent, but even compared to Xun Wu, those others over there, any one of them could easily beat you several times over."

He glanced at the southern Emperor Liang, Meng Qianqian’s group.

"Who exactly among them could beat me that much?"

Duan Wenliang replied defiantly, counting starting from Meng Qianqian.

Lu Yuan, hmm, he’s seen that guy’s skills and they are indeed better than his own.

Chen Long, as one of the strongest among them, should also not be inferior to himself.

"Big brother, that little girl called Tan’er, surely her talent isn’t above mine?"

Duan Mingyue gave Tan’er a look and smiled: "Her talent is indeed above yours."

Duan Wenliang said resentfully: "Siding with others! What about Shangguan Ling? What about Meng Lang? Don’t tell me that Yu Zichuan, who polishes his bow while sitting atop carriages, also has higher talent than me?"

Duan Mingyue smiled and remained silent.

Xun Wu said to Duan Wenliang: "Big brother is teasing you."

Duan Wenliang: "..."

On the arena, the battle between Mo Ye and Ji Feng reached its critical moment.

Ji Feng’s moves were fewer than Mo Ye’s, not to mention lacking in variety. He only used those few moves again and again.

Very quickly, Mo Ye became familiar with Ji Feng’s martial arts style and analyzed ways to counter it in a very short period of time.

"Not good, Ji Feng’s sword has been restrained."

A hint of seriousness appeared on Shangguan Ling’s face.

Tan’er widened her eyes: "Is Ji Feng going to lose?"

Meng Lang said carelessly: "If he loses, so be it."

According to Emperor Liang’s plan, forcing the opponent to concede voluntarily was a risky strategy. It demanded overpowering them in every bout, winning with overwhelming dominance, instilling fear in Loulan until Loulan Queen’s fortified soul barrier collapsed.

Tan’er called out: "Ji Feng brother, you can’t lose!"

Clang!

Mo Ye struck with a sword, forcing Ji Feng into a corner.

Mo Ye then took advantage of the situation and delivered a fierce kick to Ji Feng’s chest.

Ji Feng rolled, but with just one hit, half of his body fell off the arena.

At this moment, Ji Feng had almost exposed all his weak points to Mo Ye.

Mo Ye only needed to step forward and deliver one final sword strike to easily claim Ji Feng’s life.

Tan’er propped her chin up with her fists and mumbled: "Ji Feng brother..."

Ayimulan and Emperor Liang both stared unblinkingly at the life-and-death struggle between the two, their expressions unchanged.

Duan Wenliang let out a long sigh: "Fifth brother, you really guessed correctly..."

He dared not look down anymore.

Perhaps from associating with that group too much, even though it had nothing to do with him, he still hoped they would win.

But unfortunately, this round was a victory for Loulan.

He lowered his eyes.

A sound of a blade piercing flesh came from the arena, followed immediately by a figure flying back heavily.

"Ji Feng, he’s quite the man, I should go find a doctor to save him, just in case..."

"No need."

Xun Wu spoke.

"Fifth brother, no matter what, Ji Feng is a guest..."

Duan Wenliang pointed at Ji Feng, who fell on the ground, but was it Ji Feng there?

It was clearly Loulan’s number one swordsman, Mo Ye, clutching his chest?

Duan Wenliang was utterly shocked!

He swiftly looked at the arena, only to see the heavily injured Ji Feng, holding his sword coldly towards Mo Ye with his left hand.

He was on the verge of collapse, but through sheer determination managed to stay upright.

Mo Ye’s chest gushed with blood, staring in disbelief at the defeated opponent who managed to overturn certain death and defeat him.

Since the age of twelve, he had never tasted defeat.

The increasingly metallic taste rising in his throat reminded him it was no illusion.

He was really defeated by someone from the Central Plains whose talent was far inferior to his own.

How could this be?

He was Mo Ye...

Loulan’s number one swordsman... Mo Ye...

Ji Feng staggered down the arena.

His vision was already blurred, his ears ringing.

He couldn’t see or hear clearly, only following his intuition to find Mo Ye’s position.

"What... do you want to do..."

Ji Feng, already bleeding from all his orifices, used his last bit of strength to point his sword coldly at Mo Ye and said:

"You have to... win this..."