Desolate Devouring Art

Chapter 295 - Victory

Liu Wuxie quietly executed Ghost Eye, and a mysterious energy appeared in the arena. Shui Huan executed Void Eye. There were faint energy fluctuations that locked onto Mu Hongyang.

Shui Huan wasn’t weak and also practiced a powerful sword technique. When he raised his sword to the sky, his sword drew a circular arc and sealed off Mu Hongyang’s path of retreat.

“Samsara Strike!” Mu Hongyang performed his strongest attack, the Samsara Spear. Turning his body, Mu Hongyang changed the direction of the spear and thrust it at Shui Huan’s chest, destroying the incoming attack.

A powerful shockwave swept out, producing a violent rumble. But Shui Huan was calm and composed as though he had already anticipated this.

After all, geniuses like them often sparred and had a rough gauge of each other’s strength.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and Shui Huan cleaved down with his longsword at an unexpected angle.

“This is bad! Mu Hongyang fell for it!” Yuwen Tianqian exclaimed, and everyone also noticed it. The outcome was often determined in a split second in a battle between experts.

They were too familiar with each other, and the slightest opening could result in a loss.

Liu Wuxie squinted because Shui Huan gave him a familiar feeling. This person’s fighting instinct was incredibly high, and his personality was too calm and composed for someone his age.

Before the Samsara Spear’s full power could be released, Shui Huan’s sword ripped through the air and drew a flower with the sword tip, emitting a faint radiance that looked like flowing water.

With a violent tremor in space, Mu Hongyang’s spear was diverted to the side. Taking this opportunity, Shui Huan dashed over and struck his palm on Mu Hongyang’s left shoulder.

With a loud collision, Mu Hongyang was sent flying away. Fortunately, he enveloped his left shoulder with true essence at the last moment, and there were no serious injuries.

It was tough for anyone on the same level to kill their opponent unless they could crush them entirely.

“Thanks for the battle!” Shui Huan clasped his hands together. The victory had been determined, and they did not need to fight to the death.

Mu Hongyang’s face became ashen, and he was unwilling to accept this result. But he still clasped his hands together in response before leaving the arena.

After resting for ten minutes, the second round began. The battle would continue as this wasn’t a test of everyone’s fighting instincts but their capacity of true essence.

Many people’s true essence couldn’t keep up with their exhaustion. As time passed, everyone went to the arena and picked their opponent.

Liu Wuxie ascended the fifth arena like before, and his opponent this time was Tan Yan.

“No need to fight. I concede!” Tan Yan was the only female who had made it into the top ten. She was straightforward to concede when she came up the stage.

“Thank you!” Liu Wuxie still expressed his gratitude. After all, Tan Yan could have chosen to fight and exhausted his true essence. But she didn’t do that and conceded the fight to save Liu Wuxie’s true essence.

“Perform well and aim to get a good result!” Tan Yan leaped down the stage after she was done. Although she got no points in the two matches, she wasn’t discouraged because she had already proven her strength by making it into the top ten.

Liu Wuxie won the two battles easily and obtained two points.

In the second round, Ye Feng’s opponent was Yi Kang, who surrendered. This meant he and Liu Wuxie were temporarily tied for the first place.

The battles were intense, but Liu Wuxie only paid attention to two people, Shui Huan and Yuwen Tianqian. Aside from Ye Feng, only these two could threaten him because the others weren’t a threat to him.

Liu Wuxie speculated that Ye Feng and Shui Huan weren’t at the fourth level of the True Core Realm. There was a high possibility they had reached the fifth level, but they concealed their cultivation like him.

An hour later, Shui Huan defeated Xiao Wenlai and won the battle. As for the fight between Yuwen Tianqian and Mu Hongyang, the latter seemed still affected by the previous loss and lost the fight, making him even more frustrated. Last but not least, Ji Xinghe easily won his battle against Jia Fengmao.

Everyone’s blood boiled as they watched the fight. After all, there weren’t many battles because Liu Wuxie and Ye Feng easily won their fights.

The climax of the event centered around the final matches. Liu Wuxie\'s third bout against Jia Fengmao garnered significant attention. Hailing from the Azure Lion Empire and boasting cultivation in the fourth level of the True Core Realm, Jia Fengmao was considerably stronger than Mo Yongfeng.

“Who do you think will win this fight?” Judging from the rankings, only Liu Wuxie, Ye Feng, and Shui Huan had obtained three points, while Jia Fengmao had none.

Looking at the points, Liu Wuxie should have higher odds of winning. But everyone knew that Liu Wuxie had won the two battles because his opponents had conceded. Thus, this could be considered Liu Wuxie’s first fight.

“I’m putting my bet on Jia Fengmao. Liu Wuxie isn’t weak, but he’s only in the first level of the True Core Realm. It was only a stroke of luck that he defeated Mo Yongfeng and others.”

More people were supporting Jia Fengmao than Liu Wuxie.

“Not necessarily true. I’m placing my bet on Liu Wuxie. He’s the biggest underdog this year. I dare say he’ll secure a spot in the top three!” The prodigies from the smaller nations supported Liu Wuxie.

It was impressive that Liu Wuxie could come this far, relying on his cultivation in the first level of the True Core Realm. Even if he were to lose the remaining matches, he wouldn’t end up at the bottom of the rankings.

“Are you kidding me? If he can reach the top three, I’ll kneel and call him Grandpa!” the Azure Lion Dynasty and Black Chu Empire’s prodigies mocked.

“Senior Brother Jia, kill that bastard and avenge those from the Azure Lion Empire who died at his hands!” The remaining prodigies of the Azure Lion Empire yelled, wishing they could kill Liu Wuxie personally.

The atmosphere in the arena became tense, and Jia Fengmao’s eyes flashed with a hint of seriousness. Despite Liu Wuxie\'s cultivation, he didn’t dare be careless or underestimate his opponent.

“Liu Wuxie, prepare to die!” Jia Fengmao extended his right fist. He was well-known for his fist technique, the Berserk Fist.

Jia Fengmao’s punches were like a raging storm, aiming to suppress his opponents. Having lost two matches, he couldn’t afford to lose another battle. If he carried on losing, his points might be the lowest.

As he threw a punch, shockwaves began to sweep out on the arena with countless fists enveloping the sky. This was enough to prove that Jia Fengmao wasn’t weak. After all, none of those who made it into the top ten were weak.

He could sweep through his opponents by relying on the Berserk Fist alone. It wasn’t easy for him to come this far, and he wouldn’t allow himself to lose to Liu Wuxie.

“This is interesting!” While facing the Berserk Fist, Liu Wuxie didn’t draw his blade and fought with the Overlord Fist. Metal attributes began pouring into his fist, and he wanted to fight Jia Fengmao with the Overlord Fist.

As true essence filled his acupoints, Liu Wuxie looked like an enraged lion with overwhelming energy that needed to be released.

A violent gust of wind appeared in the arena, blowing rocks into the air and reducing them to ashes.

“What a powerful fist technique!” All the spectators were shocked because Liu Wuxie didn’t use the Overlord Fist often. No one expected Liu Wuxie’s fist technique to be on par with Jia Fengmao.

Even those who supported Jia Fengmao couldn’t help feeling shocked, which made everyone curious about who would emerge victorious.

Jia Fengmao burst forward and punched like two ferocious dragons, with roars echoing through the sky. They were only ten meters apart, and he closed in on Liu Wuxie in the blink of an eye.

His punches sounded like rumbling thunder, scraping layers off the arena.

“Liu Wuxie, I want you dead!” Jia Fengmao’s voice rumbled like thunder.

Everyone from the Great Yan Dynasty became nervous as they quietly looked at the arena. Their concern wasn’t if Liu Wuxie could make it into the top three but if he could survive.

“A garbage like you wants to kill me?” Liu Wuxie roared when the Berserk Fist was five meters away. He released overwhelming power from all his acupoints, and the strongest move of the Overlord Fist manifested into a rune.

“This is bad!” Everyone realized something was amiss because the power of Liu Wuxie’s punch surpassed Jia Fengmao’s Berserk Fist. Most importantly, his momentum, coupled with his metal attributes, made him unstoppable.

When the two fists came in contact, the point of impact produced a powerful shockwave that swept out. Thunderclouds appeared and covered the sky, plunging the arena into darkness.

Only powerful shockwaves swept out of the arena. Roughly half a breath later, a figure flew out from the thunderclouds, drawing an arc in mid-air and falling onto the arena.

Many gathered around the arena, looking at the person falling from the sky. But no one dared get close and fled instead to avoid being hit. If this figure hit them, they would be heavily injured even if they weren’t killed.

The figure fell to the ground with a loud impact, raising a dust cloud.

“How could this be?” Everyone hurried forward in disbelief and looked at the figure lying on the ground. The prodigies of the Azure Lion Empire were terrified and stumped.

“This is impossible! Impossible! How could Senior Brother Jia lose?” A cry of disbelief came from the crowd. The one thrown out of the arena was Jia Fengmao, not Liu Wuxie.

More people gathered in the surroundings and looked at the unconscious Jia Fengmao. The latter had suffered severe internal injuries.

Lying on the ground, Jia Fengmao let out a series of coughs, spitting out the congested blood from his chest and feeling much better.

“Senior Brother Jia, are you alright?” Several representatives from the Azure Lion Empire stepped forward to help Jia Fengmao to his feet.

Jia Fengmao’s face was pale with malice in the depth of his eyes. There was still blood dripping from his lips. It was fine if he lost the battle, but he was sent flying from the arena with one punch from Liu Wuxie.