Chapter 54: Consecutive Victories! Dongfang Ming's Fury

Chapter 54: Consecutive Victories! Dongfang Ming's Fury

The dark horse's telepathic transmission had also been heard by Su Wanyi.

Seeing the massive black cat quiet down, she let out a long breath of relief.

If it had really slapped that Elder of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Sect to death, the entire Three-Origin Martial Gathering would undoubtedly have been thrown into utter chaos.

Bai Yuanshan held his sword in one hand, gazing at Su Wanyi, who was backed by the phantom of a divine dragon. In his heart, an overwhelming sense of helplessness and inability to match her began to take root.

"Go to hell!"

Unable to hold back any longer, he let out a furious roar and slashed down with his sword.

This strike was like a mighty river in full flood; the sword light surged endlessly, pressing forward with unstoppable momentum, sweeping across the arena like a rotting tree being crushed.

This was his family's ancestral Great River Swordsmanship.

The sword intent was surging and immensely powerful, recognized as one of the top ten swordsmanship styles in Silver Moon City.

Su Wanyi narrowed her eyes slightly, raised the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword, and unleashed a counter-slash.

Hidden within the gleaming sword light was the faint, majestic phantom of a divine dragon.

At that moment, the divine dragon sword light soared into the sky, possessing an irresistible sharpness. With a single downward strike, it directly cleaved through the roaring, endless torrent of the river.

Bai Yuanshan was utterly shocked and hastily raised his sword to parry.

The two blades collided.

A thunderous explosion echoed through the air.

A powerful surge of energy washed over him, and Bai Yuanshan suddenly felt his body grow light as he was sent flying backward.

His body flew uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, soaring straight out of the boundaries of the arena.

Down below, a cultivator immediately stepped forward and caught him.

A streak of fresh blood spilled from the corner of Bai Yuanshan's mouth. He struggled to his feet, preparing to fly back onto the stage once more.

"You have already lost. There is no need to come back up."

Su Wanyi stood at the edge of the stage, sheathed the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword, and looked down indifferently as she spoke.

"I lost? How is that possible?"

Bai Yuanshan muttered to himself in disbelief.

In his wildest dreams, he never expected that Su Wanyi would force him off the stage with a single strike, thereby costing him the match.

It was utterly humiliating.

Deeply disgraceful!

"I concede!"

Knowing the rules of the tournament, Bai Yuanshan spat out a mouthful of blood, furrowed his brow, and strode away in frustration.

"Su Wanyi wins!"

The referee's voice rang out, declaring the end of the match.

"Wow! Sister Su is so strong! She forced a guy at the fourth level of the Abyss-Sea Realm off the stage with just one strike!"

Amidst the crowd, Chang Lüdie clapped her small hands and cheered with delight.

She had vaguely guessed that Sister Su was formidable, but she never imagined she would be strong to this extent.

"That young lady possesses immense physical strength!"

In the spectator shed, Ouyang Xiu stared at Su Wanyi, an expression of profound shock etched across his face.

He knew Bai Yuanshan quite well...

The two of them had known each other since childhood and frequently sparred in swordsmanship.

The Bai family's Great River Swordsmanship was characterized by grand, sweeping motions and ferocious power.

Yet, that delicate and beautiful young woman had knocked him off the stage with a single sword strike, demonstrating a level of physical strength that defied imagination.

This already surpassed the physical limits typically possessed by someone at the first level of the Abyss-Sea Realm.

Su Wanyi withdrew the divine dragon phantom and flew back from the arena to the spectator shed.

"Congratulations!"

Xiong Chumo waved at Su Wanyi, wearing a radiant smile.

Su Wanyi frowned, ignored him, and walked alone to a corner.

Xiong Chumo let out a cold snort.

Dongfang Yu, ever the familiar one, sauntered over with a grin and said, "Su Wanyi, I didn't expect your combat power to be so impressive!"

"What, do you want to test me?"

The moment Su Wanyi saw Dongfang Yu's smiling, playful expression, a wave of disgust welled up inside her.

"I'm sure we'll have the chance."

Dongfang Yu took a step back and immediately turned to leave.

At that moment, the referee had called his name; he was the second to enter the arena.

His opponent was Cuixiaoran, holding the number four seed.

The two exchanged only a few blows on the stage before Cuixiaoran conceded the match.

Dongfang Yu returned with a smug, triumphant smile.

Xiong Chumo glanced at him indifferently, showing no other emotion.

All three of them had already been guaranteed a spot through pre-selection, so their participation now was merely a formality.

Among the ten participants, a point system was adopted.

Whenever Ouyang Xiu and Dongfang Yu faced Xiong Chumo, they would exchange a few superficial blows before gracefully conceding defeat.

As for the remaining competitors, none of them were a match for Xiong Chumo.

Now, with Bai Yuanshan dropping out of the tournament due to wounded pride and anger, only nine contestants remained.

This would only make the matches proceed even faster.

With the first round of matches concluded, the second round commenced.

This time, Su Wanyi was the first to take the stage, and her opponent turned out to be Dongfang Yu.

Dongfang Yu was at the fifth level of the Abyss-Sea Realm—cultivation-wise, he was a full four minor realms higher than her.

The two stood on opposite sides of the arena, drew their swords, and stared at each other from a distance.

A fierce battle was poised to erupt at any second.

Inside the spectator shed.

"Patriarch Dongfang, you seem a bit nervous?"

Ouyang Zhentian cast a sideways glance at Dongfang Ming and chuckled softly.

"Nervous? Who's nervous? A mere cultivator at the first level of the Abyss-Sea Realm thinking she can beat my son—what an absolute joke!"

Dongfang Ming curled his lip in utter disdain.

Elder Luo of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Sect glanced at Xiong Yinghao and asked with a smile, "Which of these two youngsters do you think will prevail?"

"Dongfang Yu has long since mastered the essence of the Dongfang family's swordsmanship. I believe he should be able to defeat Su Wanyi," Xiong Yinghao replied with a smile.

Naturally, at this moment, he had to side with the Dongfang family.

"Hehe!"

Elder Luo chuckled softly.

If this young woman managed to defeat Dongfang Yu, he would make an exception and accept her as an inner sect disciple today.

To defeat an opponent at the fifth level of the Abyss-Sea Realm while being only at the first level—such cross-realm battle prowess was rare even within the Heaven-Slaying Sword Sect.

While the men were talking, down in the arena, Su Wanyi and Dongfang Yu had already clashed.

The defining characteristic of Dongfang Yu's Soul-Chasing Life-奪 Sword Technique was speed.

Once the first strike was unleashed, every subsequent strike grew faster than the last, leaving the opponent no room to breathe until they were slain.

streaks of sword light chased after life itself, pouring down like liquid mercury, sealing off every inch of space.

Facing Dongfang Yu's ferocious and relentless barrage, Su Wanyi activated the movement technique of the Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon.

Transforming into illusory figures of divine dragons, she continuously drifted around the edges of the arena.

Her elusive movements caused every single one of Dongfang Yu's sword strikes to miss.

Dongfang Ming stared intently at the two figures on the stage, his expression growing gloomy. Deep within his eyes, a murderous intent flickered.

"Su Wanyi, stop dodging!"

Dongfang Yu roared angrily, his sword light growing increasingly fierce and sharp.

Inwardly, however, he was panicking. Despite executing so many sword strikes, not a single one had even grazed the hem of her clothes.

The Soul-Chasing Life-Taking Sword Technique consisted of a total of eighty-one forms.

In this short span of time, he had already unleashed forty-nine of them.

If he exhausted all forms and still failed to defeat Su Wanyi, the potency of his sword technique in any subsequent rounds would undoubtedly plummet.

This style of swordsmanship consumed an immense amount of vital energy.

However, Dongfang Yu's calculations were entirely wrong.

Before he could even finish his first round of sword forms, Su Wanyi, having identified several flaws in his technique, launched a fierce counter-offensive.

Her Seven-Star Longyuan Sword scattered brilliant sword light as numerous divine dragons burst forth with the flashes!

In an instant, the entire arena was filled with the phantom images of divine dragons.

Sword light and divine dragons merged into an unstoppable force. Exploiting a momentary flaw, she shattered the dense curtain of sword light woven by the Soul-Chasing technique.

The Seven-Star Longyuan Sword descended from the heavens.

Dongfang Yu's face drained of color in utter terror.

Puff! Puff...

Multiple sword auras struck Dongfang Yu, and he let out a miserable scream as he was sent flying backward.

High up in the spectator shed, a figure flashed forward like lightning and caught Dongfang Yu in his arms.

Dongfang Ming looked at his blood-soaked son, rage burning in his eyes.

"You vicious little wretch, showing such ruthless malice! Today, I will certainly not spare you!"

With an icy and terrifying expression, Dongfang Ming slowly strode toward Su Wanyi, the formidable aura of the Divine-Transformation Realm erupting from his body.