Sky War Soul

Seeing Zheng Qichu on stage, Ting Mingkai, who was not far away, let out a few hisses, and then immediately shook his head: "It's such a pity, I wasn't able to crush you on the stage."    

    

"If you go against me, the one who dies will most likely be you!"    

    

Facing Ting Mingkai's provocation, Zheng Qichu replied with an ice-cold expression.    

    

Even though Situ Binghe lost to Ting Mingkai, Zheng Qichu's words did not contain the slightest hint of fear.    

    

If someone else lost, that was someone else's problem.    

    

If it was me, I wouldn't lose.    

    

After standing on the stage, the opponent had not come up yet, so Zheng Qichu took the chance to look around.    

    

There were at least ten thousand spectators on the plaza, and all sorts of people.    

    

There were experts from the Super Large and various families who came to observe the genius disciples; some small sects and small sects to learn from them; and some warriors who had nothing better to do to watch the show.    

    

Most of the warriors came to watch the show.    

    

Zheng Qichu was a little emotional. Situ Binghe's first defeat had unknowingly given him a lot of pressure.    

    

He had already lost, he definitely could not lose again!    

    

If he were to be defeated again, all of the pressure would fall on his two junior sisters. They were still young, how could they withstand such pressure?    

    

Since Chu Yun was not around, then he would stand out and silently endure everything!    

    

Even if the sect fell in the competition for the spots, even if the sect's vitality was greatly damaged, even if he would have to pay with his life, even if it meant everything.    

    

He had to win for the sect!    

    

Thoughtless Sect, you can't be sent back to the Aristichon without being able to retaliate at all, you absolutely can't lose three rounds in a row, you absolutely can't!    

    

It was a disgrace!    

    

It was a pity that the sect master did not leave him the spot for the seeded participants. Otherwise, he still had a glimmer of hope that he would be able to win against Aristichon.    

    

The seeded contestants could fight three times in a row, and if an individual had outstanding strength, he or she could definitely help the sect turn the tide.    

    

It was a pity that Sect Master still left the seeded entry for Chu Yun.    

    

What's the use?    

    

Zheng Qichu took a deep breath quickly, adjusted his emotions, and tidied up all the mess in his mind, and tried to use his calm state of mind to deal with the battles that would follow.    

    

"What a handsome little brother, you must show mercy in the future."    

    

On the Aristichon's side, the one who came up was a beautiful woman with a slim figure and a charming smile on her face.    

    

Zheng Qichu was expressionless. No matter who his opponent was, he would give it his all.    

    

He had never heard of this woman before. She was probably a young talent that had recently risen to prominence.    

    

No matter what, he could not underestimate his opponent. After all, Situ Binghe's previous example was there.    

    

"Swish!"    

    

Zheng Qichu took out his fire and ice rod and stared at the lady in front of him coldly.    

    

Since the Aristichon sent her here to deal with him, there must be something special about her.    

    

"Little girl Yang Shan, please advise me."    

    

The woman slightly bent her body and bowed. Her pretty face had a bright smile on it the entire time, as if she was not worried about the battle that would follow.    

    

Zheng Qichu did not reply, he was fully focused on Yang Shan, he did not dare have the slightest bit of carelessness.    

    

Sure enough, there was killing intent hidden within Yang Shan's smile, and before anyone could react, a short dagger suddenly appeared in her hand, and her figure nimbly and quickly pounced towards Zheng Qichu.    

    

If he really didn't move, then his movements would be astonishing.    

    

"Swish!"    

    

With a light sound, Yang Shan's figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only a series of afterimages.    

    

When she reappeared, she was already close to Zheng Qichu, and her dagger pierced towards his mingmen.    

    

This was truly a fatal move!    

    

Zheng Qichu was already prepared, seeing Yang Shan's sudden attack, he was not the least bit surprised.    

    

He suddenly turned the Icy Fire Heaven Rod in his hand, and an icy aura spread out in all directions. Wherever it went, the air was completely frozen, and even space itself had become stagnant.    

    

In the cold air, Yang Shan's body was affected, but she still stabbed out with her dagger.    

    

Sensing the sharpness and the pressure that Yang Shan's dagger brought him, Zheng Qichu frowned. Not daring to underestimate her, he swung his staff horizontally, using his superior weapon to attack first.    

    

"Boom!"    

    

The air in front of her suddenly shattered, and the shockwave exploded outwards, continuously attacking Yang Shan's body.    

    

Yang Shan's blade descended. She gripped the handle of her dagger, and with a "Icicle Form", she suddenly thrust it out, finding an opportunity in the narrow space.    

    

Zheng Qichu held the Divine Ice Fire Staff horizontally in front of his chest, blocking the attack.    

    

After blocking the attack, Zheng Qichu turned his hand and gathered spirit energy in his palm, flying towards Yang Shan.    

    

"Crack!"    

    

The air was torn apart by Zheng Qichu's grab, but Yang Shan's figure was extremely nimble, like a fish, she dodged lightly, and after the blade rushed up, she grabbed onto the handle of the blade and stabbed onto Zheng Qichu's chest.    

    

The dagger, which had been stabbed into his chest for about an inch, was blocked by the protective spiritual energy protecting his body.    

    

Zheng Qichu was somewhat unable to cope with Yang Shan's meticulous attacks, and could only frown, and continuously retreat.    

    

The pain in his chest made it hard for him to concentrate.    

    

Yang Shan continued to chase, but when she was halfway, she pulled out a ray of spiritual energy from her right hand and sent it toward Wang Lin.    

    

"Hah!"    

    

Zheng Qichu raised his staff, smashing the Qi wave apart, following that, flames converged, surrounding Yang Shan.    

    

When Yang Shan saw this, she wasn't flustered at all. On the contrary, she had a calm expression. Her slender hand pushed through the air and pierced through the fire.    

    

Then, her figure rushed forward once again, an invisible force of wind surging outside of her body, causing her speed to suddenly increase, like a ghost, she suddenly thrusted her dagger towards Zheng Qichu.    

    

It was so fast that there was no way to dodge it!    

    

"So fast!"    

    

Zheng Qichu turned pale with fright. He instinctively raised his head, but felt his neck go numb.    

    

This strike had stabbed into Zheng Qichu's neck. Even though it was slightly off, it still caused Zheng Qichu to be frightened to the point that he broke out in a cold sweat.    

    

If this hit, he would probably die here!    

    

This Yang Shan was simply the perfect candidate for an assassin. Not only was her technique terrifying, but her dagger was also very nimble.    

    

If he didn't move, then he would die!    

    

"Her defense is neither strong nor strong, but her speed is fast enough to the extreme. There's nothing Zheng Qichu can do about it. "    

    

Great Elder White Crane's eyes were full of worry.    

    

"With her speed, she wouldn't be weaker even if she were to jump levels compared to others."    

    

The hope in Ji Wuming's eyes became slimmer and slimmer. Could it be that the sect was really going to lose here?    

    

"Zheng Qichu's heart is already in chaos. If this continues for long, he will lose for sure!"    

    

Ji Wuming came to a conclusion after taking a glance at it.    

    

The White Crane's heart had even become numb.    

    

As long as Zheng Qichu did not die, that was enough.    

    

On the stage, Yang Shan relied on her astonishing speed and her demonic techniques to continuously fight with Zheng Qichu.    

    

Zheng Qichu's entire body was covered with wounds, and fresh blood flowed out. He clenched his teeth, and was unable to contain his anger.    

    

He wanted nothing more than to beat her to death, but Yang Shan didn't even give him a chance to face her head on, not to mention a head-on clash.    

    

Zheng Qichu finally experienced what it meant to be unable to strike from the beginning.    

    

"Swish!"    

    

Yang Shan's figure moved again. This time, her speed was even faster, her afterimages appearing one after another, dazzling everyone who saw her.    

    

Zheng Qichu was finally not willing to continue to block the attack. He growled, and used his strength to suddenly swing out his pole: "Sky Breaking Staff!".    

    

The power of this staff was enough to shatter the sky.    

    

"Pah!"    

    

The Polar Ice Fire Pole-Ax stirred up endless gales as it struck Yang Shan's body.    

    

Zheng Qichu's expression instantly lit up, could it be, you got it?    

    

But soon after, his smile froze on his face, and his excited heart dropped to the bottom of the chasm inch by inch.    

    

This staff went through "Yang Shan's" body without holding back. However, it was just a bunch of afterimages created by Yang Shan's extreme speed.    

    

It's over.    

    

This was Zheng Qichu's last thought.    

    

"It's over."    

    

This was what Ji Wuming and the White Crane thought to themselves.    

    

"It's over."    

    

This was Zhang Yuanhua's thought.    

    

The next second, Yang Shan's alluring voice rang in his ears, "Little brother, you've lost."    

    

An ice-cold feeling touched his back, Zheng Qichu's body stiffened at first, but then he completely relaxed.    

    

"Yes, I've lost."    

    

Zheng Qichu's face was expressionless. After losing the battle, he did not feel too much pressure, but instead, felt as if a huge boulder was being lifted from the bottom of his heart.    

    

He had clearly given his all, but it was like hitting cotton, leaving him no place to start.    

    

He was truly aggrieved.    

    

Yang Shan's strength in direct combat was not even comparable to that of ordinary Xuan Wu Realm Warriors, but her ghostly movements and terrifying assassination techniques were absolutely unique!    

    

She was a natural killer!    

    

Too terrifying.    

    

If they were to fight head on, Zheng Qichu was confident that he would be able to defeat her effortlessly.    

    

But if he allowed her to use her movement skills, Zheng Qichu basically wouldn't have any strength to fight back.    

    

In terms of speed and consciousness, he had already lost!    

    

He had lost completely and thoroughly.    

    

Zheng Qichu slowly closed his eyes, as if he was waiting for the dagger to end his life.    

    

"Hehe, why are you closing your eyes? You're just like a fool."    

    

Yang Shan put away her dagger, looking harmless.    

    

Zheng Qichu was startled. He opened his eyes and asked in disbelief: "You, you're not going to kill me?"    

    

"Why would I want to kill you? Are you stupid? We don't have any grudges."    

    

Yang Shan twitched her lips, then chuckled and walked off the stage: "You are really too stupid, your brain is even slower than the movement technique, no wonder you lost."    

    

Zheng Qichu could not believe that Yang Shan had actually let him go. Did she not know about the grudge between the two sects?    

    

Thinking about that, Zheng Qichu immediately turned his head, only to see Zhang Yuanhua expressionless, as if he had already expected this.    

    

After Yang Shan got off the stage, she didn't talk to Zhang Yuanhua much and just sat down in her seat.    

    

After a moment of shock, the warriors watching from all directions burst into cheers.    

    

Beautiful.    

    

It was too beautiful to win.    

    

Yang Shan's victory was even more straightforward than Ting Mingkai's victory over Situ Binghe!    

    

Especially her movement technique, it simply didn't give anyone any chance.    

    

"That's right."    

    

A glint flashed through Ye Qiyu's beautiful eyes as she took the initiative to praise him.    

    

When Wen Qing heard this, she could not help but be shocked.    

    

His teacher had a very high opinion of him, and he rarely praised others in such a manner. Even those so-called Heaven's Pride students might not even enter his teacher's eyes.    

    

But this time, the teacher made an exception.    

    

"Hai."    

    

Xia Yufu let out an almost imperceptible sigh. Zheng Qichu had lost.    

    

For some reason, after Zheng Qichu lost the competition, he had a bad feeling about it.    

    

It was not only because Zheng Qichu was her friend, but also because —. Thoughtless Sect had already lost two times in a row, but Chu Yun still had not appeared.    

    

Could it be that he really couldn't come?    

    

Could it be that I am unable to see him again before I return with my teacher?    

    

"Come down."    

    

Ji Wuming's slightly hoarse voice sounded out, calling back Zheng Qichu's train of thoughts.    

    

Zheng Qichu acted as if he had just awoken from a dream and immediately replied before lowering his head and walking down the stage with a look of regret on his face.    

    

The White Crane patted his shoulder in consolation.    

    

Although he had lost, it was not a disgrace to him.    

    

This was not Zheng Qichu's fault.    

    

Ji Wuming closed his eyes, a little unwilling to think about the things before his eyes.    

    

He lost, he lost again.    

    

He lost two rounds in a row.    

    

He had already entered a hopeless situation.    

    

At the moment, only Jiang Qianyue and Yang Xiao could be used, but even Situ Binghe and Zheng Qichu had lost, so it was even more impossible for them to be Aristichon's opponents.    

    

Should he send them up and lose the last round while standing, or just admit defeat and preserve their strength?    

    

Of the core disciples, only Situ Binghe was severely injured, so this was not considered a big loss.    

    

Should he admit defeat?    

    

Just as Ji Wuming was in a dilemma, Jiang Qianyue's beautiful face tensed up and he took the initiative to speak up, "Sect Master, I am willing to participate in the third round."