The Prince of the World Chapter 62: Champion Among the In-door Disciples Part Two

"Sorry!"

Yan Li lowered the Bladeless Sword and looked at Lin Jingyun. He thought Lin would hate him because he lost. Unexpectedly, Lin Jingyun didn't mind at all and smiled, "Shixiong Yan, you did not let me down."

Then Lin jumped off the stage.

Slightly stunned, Yan Li smiled with relief.

"Yan Li wins!" After the announcement, Yuan Changfeng looked at him as if asking.

Yan Li said in a deep voice, "Keep fighting!"

"Next round, Yan Li versus Ren Qiukuang!" Ren Qiukuang, who was under the challenge stage, flew up.

Ren Qiukuang glanced at Yan Li with rather complicated expressions and said slowly, "Shidi Yan, I want to make an agreement with you!"

"Please, Shixiong Ren." There was a trace of doubt in Yan's eyes.

Ren Qiukuang took a deep breath, stared at Yan Li, and said, " I will leave Shimei Xiaoxian if I lose, but If you lose, you shall do the same."

Almost every in-door disciple knew that Ren Qiukuang loved Wenren Xiaoxian. After they came back from the forest last time, Wenren Xiaoxian often talked about Yan Li.

Ren Qiukuang was unhappy about that, but he couldn't command Yan Li to get rid of Wenren. So, he took the chance to make such an agreement with Yan.

Yan Li instantly got the underlying meaning of Ren. Smiling embarrassedly, he expressed his attitude towards Wenren.

"Shixiong Ren, you've misunderstood me. I don't like Shijie Wenren. It is needless to make such an agreement."

Hearing this, Wenren Xiaoxian flushed and glared at Ren. However, she was somehow angry about Yan Li's reaction. Many of the in-door disciples admired her beauty, but Yan Li…

If they were not on the stage, she would rush up and stab Yan Li.

"No way! Though you don't want her to be your girlfriend for now, you might want her in the future!" Ren said firmly.

Yan Li sighed, "Shixiong Ren. I suggest: If I lose, as you said, I will never approach her, but if you fail, you don't have to leave her. What do you think?"

Ren Qiukuang questioned him coldly, "Yan Li, do you look down on me."

"Shixiong Ren, you misunderstood me. I don't..."

"No more words! Take care! "

Yan Li was kind-hearted, but was misunderstood by Ren Qiukuang. Ren shouted angrily, pulled out his sword and came down at Yan Li. The sword light was like the tide pouring down.

Yan felt it unfair and angry, thinking that Ren was just making trouble without reason. He wanted to help him realize his dream, but Ren misread his good intention.

Wielding the Wushuang Sword to perform the Devine Sky skills, Yan Li managed to offend Ren's continuous attacks. Ren Qiukuang was less capable than Lin Jingyun, so it was so easy to defeat him that Yan Li did not use the Mixed Yuan vigor.

In a second, they performed dozens of moves. Ren Qiukuang became more and more irritated. There was not a slight chance for him to hurt Yan Li in face of the perfect defense.

Suddenly, Ren Qiukuang changed his techniques, much more fierce and powerful.

The long swords collided, clicking and sparkling.

After a round of attack, Ren Qiukuang failed to defeat Yan Li. He jumped aside angrily, asking, "Why don't you fight back? Am I so weak in your eyes?"

Yan Li frowned, "Watch out, Shixiong Ren."

The vigor burst out from the Qi sea. Yan Li tried his best to perform the sword skills, coming to Ren, like continuously noisy thundering.

Ren Qiukuang was forced to the edge by dozens of moves from Yan Li.

"Go down!"

With a light sound, Yan Li displayed the last move of the Devine Sky Sword technique, which was the most powerful one.

Whack!

Ren Qiukuang failed to resist and fell off the stage in a loud bang. Before that his body circled around several times in the air in order to avoid some of the power of Yan's attacks. He couldn't help shaking as he landed on the ground.

Ren Qiukuang's eyes flashed a faint light. He looked at Wenren Xiaoxian for a second, turned around and walked to a corner.

"Yan Li wins!" Yuan Changfeng declared.

Yan Li won four times. Xue Zhan and his friends couldn't help cheering for him.

Not being asked, Yan Li said, "Senior Yuan, I don't want rest before I lose!"

Yuan Changfeng nodded, and then his eyes fell on Meng Wushuang.

"Next round, Yan Li versus Meng Wushuang."

Flying up to the stage, Meng Wushuang squinted at the Wushuang Sword on the back of Yan Li. "Please, Shidi Yan."

"Wait!"

Yan Li stopped Meng Wushuang to draw out his sword. Then he took the Wushuang Sword off from his back, saying "Shixiong Meng, Wushuang Sword belonged to you. Only with it can you give full play to your strength. Just use it in our competition!"

Meng Wuhsuang was taken aback, and then looked at Yan Li with a bit of appreciation. The previous four battles showed Yan Li's competitiveness. Even Lin Hua was defeated.

Thinking himself as good as Lin Hua, he was unsure that he could win Yan Li.

"Great! No matter the result, we are friends, Shidi Yan." Meng Wushuang took over the sword.

Yan Li smiled and nodded, "My honor."

"Well! Get started!”

The Wushuang Sword, shining with green light, was drawn out of its sheath abruptly as if it was cheering for the coming back to its master.

"Shidi Yan, be careful!"

Meng Wushuang warned coldly. Flying towards Yan, he stabbed the sword. Alert, Yan Li wielded the Bladeless Sword to perform the Devine Sky Sword skills.

Meng Wushuang's sword skill was as gentle and vigorous as the spring rain, reducing people's vigilance.

When you became relaxed, you would find, however, the mild rain suddenly turned into a rainstorm, which would submerge you in it.

Though in the same realm, Yan Li was a Xuan master in his previous life, so his insight and experience told him to keep alert.

Later then, he controlled his inside vigor to perfect the performance of the techniques, restraining Meng Wushuang to transform it into torrential rain.

After hundreds of moves, Meng Wushuang felt it was getting harder for him to win, so he escaped the attack range and said, "I give up, Shixiong Yan. The sword is yours! I hope you will treat it well!"

Yan Li laughed, "Haha, Shixiong Meng, we have had become friends. A gentleman doesn't win the favor of others. Don't you want me to be a villain if you give me the Wushuang Sword, do you?"

"What...?" Meng Wushuang was speechless.

"Shixiong Meng, just don't refuse me. Here you are. The Wushuang Sword."

"Great! Shidi Yan. Words don't suffice my gratitude.” Meng Wushuang nodded at Yan Li, and then jumped off the stage.

Chapter end