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Chapter 691: 691 - Cowardly strategy
"Long Qingyi, don’t force us to be cruel! I’ll say this only once: withdraw from the competition and surrender!"
The most powerful of the contestants arrogantly spoke those words, his blade leveled at the handsome young dragon.
He stood at the peak of the Celestial Origin Realm and possessed a red serpent bloodline of the Origin Grade, placing him among the undisputed favorites of the competition.
"You certainly have confidence in yourself and your companions." Qingyi shook his head dismissively, the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword sliding out of its sheath with a sharp hiss of metal.
He did not summon any of his other elements. He did not consider these opponents worthy of such an effort.
The moment he completed the initial swing of the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword, an intense, thunderous glow took hold of the blade.
Small strands of lightning snaked along its entire length, crackling through the air with bluish sparks that made the hair of those closest to him stand on end.
Qingyi did not move into battle, nor did he even assume a defensive stance. Quite the contrary.
He crossed his arms behind his back, holding the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword in a casual and relaxed, yet elegant posture.
"You arrogant son of a bitch! Do you really think we’re playing around?" A roar echoed through the arena, followed by another even more laced with fury.
"Attack all together! Let’s make this pretty little face regret ever setting foot here!"
The moment that voice fell silent, more than a hundred powerful killing intents crashed down upon Qingyi.
Still, he did not retreat a single step.
His eyes held amusement. His face, pure calm.
In the next instant, as blades and fists converged toward him like a tide of steel, exactly four hundred and ninety-nine ethereal blades appeared around the young dragon, forged by the Tempest Monarch’s Sword Art.
One blade for each of them, each controlled directly by Qingyi’s mind, which had already activated the Dragon Mind, flooding his eyes and brain with the Qi of his lineage.
His speed of thought was so absurd that even the most advanced computers on Earth would have been left in the dust.
At that moment, upon seeing the nearly five hundred swords emerge and descend upon Qingyi’s opponents, even Rouxi, whose face had hardened into a frown at the other disciples’ cowardly strategy, was left in complete shock.
How could those ethereal blades carry so much of the original’s power? How could Qingyi control so many of them with such ease?
Above all, why had he chosen that particular strategy?
If he had fought in the conventional way, he would have needed to face at most five or six enemies at a time, since it was physically impossible for the five hundred to wield their blades against him simultaneously.
But by adopting that approach, he ended up, in a sense, fighting five hundred duels at the same time.
Even so, he showed no fear whatsoever.
His eyes held murderous intent, yet remained calm.
Even when one of his blades had the chance to deliver a fatal blow, he held back. He merely wounded his opponent superficially and flung him out of the arena.
He maintained respect for those who fought him, even when they banded together in a despicable strategy to defeat him with nothing but sheer numbers.
In the end, the arena was completely transformed.
Four hundred and ninety-nine ethereal swords clashed ceaselessly, leaving deep, beautiful, thunderous trails in the air, each of them carrying a powerful draconic aura that dyed the arena’s sky purple.
The constant ringing of steel against steel filled the space, each clash punctuated by the sharper snap of lightning arcing between the blades.
Qingyi did not move a single centimeter.
With each opponent who fell, the corresponding blade vanished, maintaining a one-on-one battle for everyone present.
Gradually, the numbers began to dwindle. Some shouted desperately for the others to hold out until Qingyi’s Qi reserves were depleted, but that never happened.
He was using Qi while discreetly manipulating mana, and his reserves were now practically limitless.
Soon, the number dropped to three hundred. Then two hundred. One hundred. Fifty.
Qingyi remained motionless, his purple eyes focused on the countless battles exploding around him like flashes of a storm.
Before long, only a single man remained standing, the strongest among them, the one who had masterminded the entire plan.
His blade tore through the air toward Qingyi, a serpent of flames trailing along his body as he erupted with absurd power, the heat rippling around him like a hellish aura that distorted the very air.
But nothing remained.
The last of the ethereal blades struck him in the chest, carefully avoiding his internal organs and causing him to freeze in midair.
His blade stopped mere centimeters from Qingyi’s face, yet the young dragon didn’t move a single millimeter, even as the terrifying pressure of the attack hit him full force.
The young prodigy’s knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground with a dull thud, the blade slipping from his fingers and clattering against the stone.
"Is that all you’ve got?" Qingyi watched him with pure contempt. "If that’s the case, I’m quite disappointed."
"It’s impossible..." The young man whispered, his voice trembling. Then he rose with a piercing scream. "It’s impossible for your Qi reserves to be so high!"
In his mind, there was only one possibility: Demons.
Qingyi was using some profane demonic technique! Some kind of evil sorcery!
How else could he have such colossal Qi reserves? How else could he be so powerful?
In that young man’s mind, there was only that single possibility.
"Pavilion Mistress, I cannot believe he could have such vast Qi reserves and such a powerful technique! Please, do justice in the name of your humble disciple!"
"Punish that demon and give us the chance to demonstrate our power again!"
Qingyi’s face filled with surprise at those words.
Had he hit a little too hard and left the guy retarded?
He glanced at Rouxi, who had a perplexed expression plastered on her face.
In the end, she focused her mind, rising gracefully from her seat. The movement sent the enormous weight of her breasts into a slow, heavy bounce, the plump mounds settling with a lazy quiver.
She crossed her arms beneath them, and the gesture lifted the heavy flesh higher still.
"Try to demonstrate your power again, huh?" Her voice was followed by a soft humming as she pondered.
"That won’t be possible, nor necessary. All of you on the ground have already proven yourselves unworthy of being my children, and even more unworthy of standing face-to-face with the young man before you."
Those words drew a roar of indignation from the young man, who had even forgotten who he was speaking to. "W-why?" he whined.
"What do you think?"