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Chapter 658: 658 - Fa Yun’s Power
Qingyi sat in a corner, ignoring all the stares directed at him.
The only one there who caught his attention was a tiger. Large and powerful, it possessed all the characteristics of a feline despite its bipedal form.
The tiger was the first to fight, following a brief speech by the elder who explained the rules.
The fights would be duels. The winner would remain in the arena, fighting new opponents until defeated or giving up.
It was an inefficient system, since the victorious fighter would accumulate injuries and fatigue with each battle, but since the goal of that competition was to demonstrate strength even with sealed cultivation, it worked well.
Strangely, despite needing only a single blow to defeat his opponent, the tiger left the arena shortly after, looking bored and completely ignoring the calls of the elder presiding over the competition.
In the end, the elder could only sigh in defeat.
The beastfolk were just like that, and honestly, it wasn’t worth questioning their wishes.
If the tiger didn’t want to fight, so be it. No one would choose him anyway.
It was even better that way, since the other competitors would have less chance of getting hurt.
As he returned to his place, the tiger cast a smiling glance at Qingyi.
Honestly, he didn’t want to fight those weaklings. The dragon in front of him was a far more worthy opponent, an honorable prey, one he would wait for.
If they fought now, it wouldn’t be a fight to the death, since the elders would stop them.
The moment of their battle would be in the first stage of the Secret Realm, where they would be far from the elders’ eyes and could have an honorable duel.
Qingyi merely shook his head and focused on the next fight.
A genius he already knew stepped onto the marble platform and had his cultivation sealed by the elder.
Fa Yun, a monk of the Golden Fist Sect, of whom Qingyi had formed a very positive opinion.
The monk stood in a corner of the arena with his eyes closed and his right hand open, raised in front of his mouth in a prayer position.
When his eyes opened, focusing on the young disciple of one of the many sword sects before him, they gleamed.
Even with their cultivation sealed, disciples of the Golden Fist Sect possessed bodies capable of stopping blades and bones as hard as steel.
So, even armed against an unarmed enemy, the swordsman did not let himself be overcome by blind confidence.
He narrowed his eyes and assumed a cautious stance.
"Amitabha, surrender, my friend. I don’t want to hurt you." Fa Yun spoke, his face peaceful and composed.
"I’m sorry, monk, but I’m the one who doesn’t want to hurt you." The swordsman smiled.
The monk merely shook his head in disappointment.
In the next moment, his body exploded with speed, his open hand aimed at the swordsman’s chest.
Even without Qi, the raw power of his body was absurd. His palm met the swordsman’s blade and simply didn’t stop.
An explosion engulfed everything.
The swordsman’s unconscious body was hurled backward, striking the arena wall with a dull thud that echoed throughout the venue. Cracks spread across the marble around the point of impact.
"Amitabha, get some rest and recover, Taoist brother. Learn from this defeat and strengthen your body and your will." The monk bowed respectfully and then waited for his next opponent.
Shocked stares spread through the audience.
Fa Yun was a famous disciple, one of the most talented of his generation in the sect, but that swordsman was no ordinary man either.
He should have been able to withstand more than a single blow!
Despite all the admiration and shock around him, the monk felt not a shred of arrogance, maintaining a serene and composed expression.
His eyes met Qingyi’s, and a smile touched his lips.
He had seen the list of competitors and the battle order alongside his master. He knew that if he defeated four more opponents, he could fight the dragon.
He was eager to see Qingyi’s strength with his cultivation sealed.
After a few more moments, a new competitor stepped into the arena, and Fa Yun’s eyes narrowed.
This was also a fist user, with talent and prestige no less than his own.
Exchanging glances, the two bowed and assumed battle stances.
In a single second, their bodies became blurs driven by nothing but sheer physical strength.
Fists met in the center of the arena with a sharp crack. The air rippled in a shockwave from the point of impact, sending the spectators’ hair in the stands flying.
To create such a phenomenon even with their cultivation sealed... wasn’t the physical strength of these fist cultivators a bit too high?
The two stepped back, stared at each other for a moment, and charged forward again. A barrage of unstoppable punches exchanged between them.
"Oh... these two are interesting. What do you think, dear? Could either of them be your choice?" Madame Lao looked at Xue Hua beside her, her beautiful, mature face revealing a gentle smile.
The gothic beauty remained silent, her black lips pressed together, while her gaze shifted from the battle to a young man standing beside the arena, arms crossed and wearing a serene expression.
Long Qingyi.
Madame Lao noticed the glance and giggled, covering her red lips with her hand.
"Ah... it’s so nice to be young." She shook her head, watching Xue Hua blush and clench her teeth.
The young woman forcefully averted her gaze from Qingyi, focusing solely on the battle.
She, too, had access to the match schedule and was certain that Qingyi would be no match for Fa Yun. With that, she relaxed.
Soon, he would be removed from her field of vision and taken to the infirmary.
The battle between Fa Yun and the other fist user seemed evenly matched at first, but it didn’t take long for the tide to turn.
After taking a solid blow to the chest, the monk’s opponent staggered, the air escaping from his lungs. From there, he quickly fell behind.
About ten blows later, he was thrown out of the arena by the monk, who hadn’t even broken a sweat yet.
With a gentle smile, Fa Yun crossed his arms behind his back and waited for his next opponent.