Legend of Fuyao 156 Untitled

Those wonderful times that he crossed shoulders with because of his ignorance and greed when he was younger!

Those injuries that were sins he committed unknowingly, and an accumulation of mistakes that would land him forever in hell!

He stood rooted to the ground, oblivious to the fact that his "wife" screamed in pain, covered her face, and ran away from the scene. Dazed like a wooden doll, in an instant, he seemed to have aged 10 years older.

When Meng Fuyao stood on the stage, Xuanyuan Yun was already waiting for her. This beautiful young man used a gleaming crescent hook as his weapon.

Looking at this disciple of Moon Soul, Meng Fuyao decided not to use the treasure that Moon Soul had gifted her so that someone would not be jealous.

Meanwhile, the audience started to lazily crack open melon seeds between their teeth and eat them, waiting for this battle that had no controversy at all to be finished within three moves.

On the stage, both people politely bowed to each other and said, "Please-"

Without finishing her sentence, Meng Fuyao lunged forward, stirring violent winds that trembled the air around her. With a bang, the rack containing weapons suddenly collapsed, and the halberds and short hooks were scattered on the floor.

The audience sucked in their breaths, thinking that even if she wanted to win despite her slim chances, she should not have been so anxious.

Actually, Meng Fuyao only wanted to win this fight in three moves — she had yet to recuperate from her inner injury and was not fit for long battles.

Opposite her, Xuanyuan smiled shyly. A glimmer of light appeared between his fingers, and a new moon unrolled like a belt. The moonlight transcended dimensions and was ever-present, immediately blocking all of Meng Fuyao's attacks.

However, Meng Fuyao did not get near him at all. Flipping like an eagle, she leaped over his head. Without taking a look back, she delivered a blow, her palm that was bright as electricity aiming directly towards his shoulder.

Xuanyuan Yun swerved to avoid her strike; his figure resembled the moonlight too, quietly gliding by in silence. On the stage, one could only see his pearly-white figure floating by as he moved and transited from one point to another just like time passing by. While he was light and agile, his body had the solidarity and stability that could withstand thousands of years and would not collapse even under the worst circumstances.

On the other hand, Meng Fuyao had a different style. Deafening thunder and fiery lightning accompanied her movements, causing a gale to stir, allowing her to cleave through the Nine Heavens!

Her punches were like aggressive tigers that broke out of cages and had the explosive roar of the King of the forest, causing all other animals to bow low in submission. Wherever her fist passed by, the hard wooden flooring would uproot one after another like the wooden planks on a boat and break apart, producing the sound of firecrackers. One plank would fly and bump into the next, and in no time, there were a dozen of planks rotating violently in mid-air, right above Xuanyuan Yun's head!

There were loud screams of exclamation. Thousands of people in the audience threw away their melon seeds and jumped to their feet.

Shadows of the giant wooden planks filled up the entire space, covering the glimmer that came from Xuanyuan Yun's shiny crescent weapon. Meng Fuyao shot into the air, gliding past the wooden planks as she soared. Her purple robes fluttered in the wind, making her look like the Goddess of Lightning that rode on thick clouds, descending from the Nine Heavens. Even without steps for her to land on, she could still flip, jump, kick and step. Those wooden planks seemed to be brought to life, and in an instant, they were approaching Xuanyuan Yun from all directions, cornering him!

Yet, Meng Fuyao did not relax. As she zoomed down, a black glimmer appeared from her elbows, and Destiny Rebellion was already right beside her arm. This was a move picked up from Zong Yue, a move that was the fastest, the cruelest, the most agile and certain to hit the target in one strike!

She only needed to place this sword on Xuanyuan Yun's neck, and this battle would end!

With that thought in mind, she dashed down like a phoenix dashing through the Nine Heavens, or a snowstorm with unstoppable power. The commotion among the audience had been silenced by the strong winds, and she was solely focused on her target.

As Xuanyuan Yun was still trying to handle the wooden planks, white streaks of light appeared at his crescent hook. That light seemed to have an innate force so powerful that it could destroy all matter, and a few inches before it even reached the planks, the planks would silently crumble. But these few seconds had already allowed Meng Fuyao to get near him.

She was like the cumulonimbus clouds that could not be avoided, and the gleam of her dagger flashed by Xuanyuan Yun's eyes.

At the same time, exclamations of shock erupted in the audience.

However, Xuanyuan Yun suddenly smiled.

In his hands, his weapon shook and a pair of "wings", which were shiny blades, emerged on the crescent hook. Once they appeared, the temperature in the surroundings suddenly dropped as chilliness took over.

When moonlight was paired with wings, how fancy and eye-catching they were!

While Xuanyuan Yun was still shyly smiling, he flicked his wrist, and the moonlight in his palms suddenly moved twice as fast. Just a gentle slide and the frosty hook was directly in front of Meng Fuyao's face!

In an instant, one could feel a cold shiver in the body, as though blood was going to freeze.

Meng Fuyao knew that she had fallen for his trick.

He had been hiding a treasure, just like her!

Xuanyuan Yun had pure Yin inner energy but only chose to reveal it at this moment. At the start, he purposely concealed it to tempt her to unleash all her strength to end this battle quick. Then, at that moment when the force of her old strike was subsiding, and she had yet to summon new energy, Xuanyuan Yun disclosed such moves, wanting to aggravate her old injury!

No wonder Zong Yue said that he did not want to come, but still came to give her medicine. So he was worried about Xuanyuan Yun.

The biting cold chilled her body that was depleted of inner energy, and she felt a visceral pain within her.

At the same time, Xuanyuan Yun's hook had been drifting towards her.

The hook was extremely shiny, like a full moon that hung high in the sky. Its radiance was so bright that everyone had to squint and use their hands to shield the light, to try to clearly witness this ever-changing and exciting battle that had exceeded their expectations.

In the brightness, Xuanyuan Yun's weapon suddenly stopped at the most crucial timing.

As he slanted his body past Meng Fuyao, he quickly said, "Let me see him, and I'll lose to you."

Meng Fuyao was momentarily stunned, and she nearly choked.

'This child is willing to give up on the champion title just to see Zong Yue?' she thought.

'He really has great charisma…'

The hook stopped in front of her face as Xuanyuan Yun waited for a reply. But Meng Fuyao only smiled.

Just as quickly, she replied, "That's his business, and I have no right to interfere. Anyway, I don't need your mercy."

Meng Fuyao had yet to finish saying the word "mercy" when Xuanyuan Yun promptly retreated at the speed of wind. However, he was too late, or rather, he was already destined to lose out on the opportunity to beat Meng Fuyao when he stopped.

Meng Fuyao gave a low holler and extended her fingers.

A very bright gleam suddenly appeared in her palm. It was first a white cluster of righteous air, which quickly expanded and outshone the moonlight. The center was scorching hot, and the sides were like flames that spread like wildfire. The remaining planks erupted from the ground and flew backward as though someone was rapidly dragging them away, forcing spectators in the front row to run away from their seats.

Ahead of them, Prince Heng and the referee sat on high ground stacked up by the same planks. Those strong planks that were secured by metal chains also silently collapsed, causing Prince Heng to nearly fall in embarrassment.

The sixth level of the Cleaving Nine Heavens technique, "Sunrise"!

Ocean waves and velvety clouds were bathed in an orange-gold illumination, like the rise of a burning sun!

When sunlight appeared, there was no place at all for moonlight.

Xuanyuan Yun's expression changed. It was still air filled with righteousness, but he was knowledgeable enough to know that he would not be able to directly counter it. He backed off like a bolt of lightning, at a speed no slower than Meng Fuyao's previous strike.

Nevertheless, two fingers were gently placed on his throat.

In contrast with his frosty aura, this pair of fingers were hot, searing passionately like fire. His throat stiffened as he felt the scorching heat on his throat, causing him to have goosebumps.

On the destroyed stage, strong winds blew by, causing his robe to flutter in the air, emphasizing his narrow yet strong figure. Another glimmer of sunlight gently shone, revealing her fingers that were steadily pinching her opponent's throat.

That glimmer slowly compressed into a white glow at her fingertips which aimed directly at the vital spot, causing the thousands of people in the audience to become silent.

The referee opened his mouth to speak a few times, but no word was expressed. Finally, he gawked, "Meng Fuyao, won!"

Though everyone knew that this was the outcome, they continued to suck in their breath. As the noise created rang through the gigantic stage, it sounded like giants hiccuping.

In the meantime, Xuanyuan Yun did not dare to blink as he waited for Meng Fuyao to release her fingers, which Meng Fuyao did not do. He was already about to tear from the strong white light, and his eyes turned red as though he was wronged.

Meng Fuyao secretly scolded, "Rabbit!"

She did want to remove her hands.

But she could not.

Earlier, she had taken a gamble by quickly condensing her inner energy to break into the sixth level of the Cleaving Nine Heavens technique. She was now in a much worse state than Xuanyuan Yun. All the bones in her body seemed to be dislocated, while her abdomen was a chaotic mess - inner energy was dashing in all directions uncontrollably. A slight movement of her finger and she would probably spit a mouthful of blood and all her organs on Xuanyuan Yun.

As she stood rooted to the ground, others thought that she intended to show off and was reluctant to let go of her victorious moment. She was a black horse - a major one - who just wielded one movement and immediately took down Xuanyuan Yun who was most likely the winner of the Meet and caused him to drop out of the tenth place.

It was a battle that everyone expected no controversies and could be settled within three moves. It was indeed three moves, but the winner and loser switched places.

With their jaws agape, they stared at Meng Fuyao who froze in a dramatic pose, but no one thought of rescuing this victorious winner.

On another side of the stage, Yan Jingchen gazed at her figure in a daze. After he stood up from his seat, he never sat down again. When Meng Fuyao wielded her first strike, he had almost blacked out. Even when those wooden planks smashed against his leg, he did not sense them at all.

When Meng Fuyao finished the battle with her last move, and the audience exclaimed in shock, he let out a low cry. "Ah!"

That cry used up all of his remaining strength.

Others would not know, but after having practiced the Stirring Thunder technique, he understood that the move was the Cleaving Nine Heavens technique!

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