Chapter 725: Three Mistakes and One Move
“I know that woman; she’s the genius disciple Ice Lake just recruited. She’s said to be the best level-1 talent!”
“So it’s her! I remember that day. All the big three sects wanted her, but she didn’t want them, so she joined a third-grade sect instead.”
“Yes, yes, it’s like seeing a flower planted on—”
“Be careful. Although Ice Lake is a third-grade sect, their power is still very strong.”
When Ye Mo and Mu Xiaoyun arrived, people immediately began talking about them. Ye Mo didn’t mind, but Mu Xiaoyun was angered by the comments about her husband.
Yu Yuyan, about to approach Ye Mo and scorn him, hesitated. She finally understood how he’d gotten there: he was relying on his wife.
Yu Yuyan sneered. She was about to leave with the Shang Qing Sect members when a thought struck her, and her expression soured. Mu Xiaoyun was here, Ice Lake’s level-one talent disciple. What about the people Liao Wei had sent? Did he give up after failing to capture Mu Xiaoyun? Liao Wei wouldn’t dare harm her because of Shang Qing Mountain. But why fear Ye Mo and Mu Xiaoyun? Thinking it over, things seemed far from simple.
“Martial Sister Yuyan, let’s move closer. Let’s see Martial Brother Sima dominate the stage. A newcomer dared challenge our Martial Brother Sima; he’s asking for death!” someone from Shang Qing flattered Yu Yuyan.
“Martial Sister Mu, you’re here too?” The new disciple, Fei Qing, and several others had also come to watch.
Mu Xiaoyun smiled and nodded.
“Haha! Big Brother Mo, I didn’t see you earlier, but you’re already here!” Liu Lei saw Ye Mo and immediately approached him happily. He was younger than Ye Mo and admired him, so he’d changed his way of addressing him.
Before Ye Mo could reply, someone sneered, “You’re about to die, and you’re still this happy? I admire your audacity!”
Liu Lei looked at Pan Cheng of Shang Qing. He sneered back, “Okay, then let’s fight to the death after I fight Sima Ping. Got the guts? If not, shut your mouth.”
“Hahaha! Fight to the death with me?! I’d kill you personally, but you won’t get the chance!” Pan Cheng laughed.
Liu Lei glared, “I asked if you have the guts to accept the challenge. If not, get lost!”
Pan Cheng laughed loudly. He saluted those around him, saying, “Everyone, this guy thinks he’ll fight me to the death after fighting Martial Brother Sima. Fine, I, Pan Cheng, accept. But I doubt Martial Brother Sima will give me the pleasure. Hahahaha!”
Liu Lei ignored him and said to Ye Mo, “Big Brother Mo, I heard everyone’s betting against me. Want to make a little fortune?”
Ye Mo smiled. He wasn’t interested in small amounts. He needed spirit herbs and spirit stones, not gold coins.
Suddenly, loud applause erupted. Ye Mo looked up. A man flew onto the stage, landing smoothly. Though he looked ugly, his power and control were evident. He was at the yellow level peak, and appeared to be under thirty.
“I’ll go first. This kid’s bored of living,” Liu Lei said, walking slowly onto the stage. His momentum, however, was far inferior to Sima Ping’s.
Although the scene was boisterous, high-level martial artists rarely attended such events. They were mostly for lower-level disciples and merchants.
“I heard Mo Ying is friends with Liu Lei,” Yun Ziyi said.
“Yes, Young Miss. I saw Mo Ying at Liu Lei’s door. They met in Hang Shui City. Should we take a look?” Xiao Ling asked.
Yun Ziyi shook her head, “There’s nothing to see. It’s a battle between two yellow-level disciples. Let’s go back.” Then, she glanced at Mu Xiaoyun and shook her head again, “What a pity.”
“The battle begins!” A black-level guard judged; a simple job. All he needed to say was “begin.” He didn’t care about the fight itself. The method of killing didn’t matter.
Sima Ping laughed and drew his long sword. At his current power, he could reach black level anytime. He didn’t worry about a yellow level middle-stage disciple.
“Call me grandpa three times, crawl under me, and I’ll only cut off an arm and a leg,” Sima Ping mocked, “Of course, I’ll still kill you.”
“Dumbass! Let’s see if you still talk shit when I kill you!” Liu Lei, already holding his sword ray, charged at Sima Ping’s forehead.
A frontal attack? Sima Ping sneered, but his sneer froze. Liu Lei’s attack was too fast for a yellow-level martial artist. Sima Ping was certain that without black-level inner qi, such speed was impossible. Even he couldn’t handle such a fast sword. Fear gripped him.
Cold sweat broke out. He only had time to raise his sword to block.
Crank! Liu Lei’s curved sword hacked down; a simple hack, not a fancy move. But Sima Ping’s sword couldn’t block it at all.
Feeling his sword weaken, Sima Ping knew he was finished. In a life-or-death battle, any mistake could be fatal, and he’d made three. First, he underestimated his opponent’s power. Second, he hadn’t taken him seriously. Third, and fatally, he’d not realized his opponent’s weapon was an extreme weapon. His sword hadn't even been able to offer minimal resistance.
Horror seized Sima Ping. He’d lost in one move. Boundless darkness swept over him. He felt a powerful blow to his chest as he flew off the deck and into the sea.
It happened so fast, most hadn't even reacted, yet the battle was over. It was nothing like everyone expected, leaving the scene silent. The heavily promoted battle ended in an instant.
“What—How is this possible—?” Pan Cheng murmured. Liu Lei’s roar made him shiver.
“Pan Cheng, it’s your turn! You said you’d fight me to the death. I’m waiting. You’re a Shang Qing Mountain sect member; don’t let everyone think you’re a coward!”