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Chapter 189: Not Dead
On Arena One, Sun Zhe stood on one side, coldly gazing at the young man across from him. The light in his eyes flickered slightly; he never expected his first opponent to be this person.
Looking over, on the other side of the Arena stood a young man in a Blue Robe, holding a Purple Great Blade. Although his appearance was not particularly handsome, it was passable. However, there was a hint of faint fear flickering in his eyes, and instead of stepping forward, his feet unconsciously shifted slightly backward.
This strange scene immediately left those around them baffled. Even Zhao Ang and Shen Yan were confused, unable to understand what was happening.
"Fight! Why aren't you fighting?"
"Is this a Competition or a performance? If you don't want to compete, just forfeit and don't waste our time..."
"Exactly... my Azure Robed Man, stop retreating. If you keep backing up, you'll end up under the Arena."
...
Seeing that neither of the two was making a move, the crowd below became furious. They had expected an exciting duel between two individuals with higher cultivation levels but were left waiting as neither made a move. How could that not frustrate them?
Even the referee beside them frowned. This was supposed to be the last Competition of the morning; many Competitions on other Arenas had already concluded, and others were in their final stages. Yet these two on Arena One just wouldn't engage.
"What's wrong? Didn't expect it to be me, did you..."
Sun Zhe looked at the Blue-Clad Man with a half-smile and slowly stepped forward. This Blue-Clad Man was none other than the one who had led the charge to block him when he first entered Linwu City. Sun Zhe remembered that he should be a disciple of the Xuan Zhou Purple Blade Sect and seemed intent on seeking revenge back then.
"Hmph, Sun Zhe, don't get too cocky. I'm not afraid of you."
Seeing Sun Zhe approach slowly, the Blue-Clad Man immediately spoke with bravado, pointing his Long Sword forward. Violent Thunder Power surged into the blade, transforming into a roaring Thunderstorm, with the purple Long Sword shining brilliantly.
But all of this could not conceal his inner panic!
He clearly remembered those fellow disciples who died in Chaoyang Town back then, even his master uncle who had already reached the Mid-Level Thunder Sovereign was killed by Sun Zhe. There were a total of one hundred and three disciples from the Purple Blade Sect ambushed in Chaoyang Town, but only three survived in the end. He truly could not believe how this man before him managed to accomplish that.
Now that so much time had passed, he wondered what realm this man had reached. Even though he himself had now attained the peak of Thunder Sovereign, he did not dare to try. Back then, he was also incited by others and foolishly led a group to intercept Sun Zhe, only to regret it secretly upon returning.
Listening to the man's provocations, Sun Zhe's gaze suddenly turned cold. A wave of Killing Intent slowly emerged from him, and he suddenly exuded an extremely powerful aura. In the blink of an eye, the entire Arena seemed to fall under his control, as if the vast space had become his domain.
Seeing the change in Sun Zhe's momentum, the Blue-Clad Man from the Purple Blade Sect calmed down instead. Being able to cultivate to the peak of Thunder Sovereign indicated his qualifications; he was definitely not a fool. He understood that Sun Zhe would not let him go, and now that he was at the end of his rope, he had no choice but to fight with all he had.
With a flash of Killing Intent in his eyes, he tightened his grip on the Long Sword in his right hand. The Thunder Power within his Dantian surged wildly, enveloping him in a purple glow. In an instant, he transformed into a purple phantom and appeared before Sun Zhe, swinging the purple Long Sword fiercely towards Sun Zhe's head.
"Purple Blade Shadow!"
With a roar, a fierce look flashed in the Blue-Clad Man's eyes as the purple Long Sword in his hand shimmered slightly and transformed into a purple shadow that instantly appeared above Sun Zhe's head, descending rapidly.
Such a swift and violent attack immediately silenced those shouting from outside the arena. Everyone was shocked at this scene before them; they never expected this seemingly timid Blue-Clad Man to possess such strength. Did he hide his power all along? They could only think this way while simultaneously worrying for Sun Zhe.
Seeing the Blue-Clad Man's astonishing speed and ferocious attack, Shen Yan beside him also began to worry for Sun Zhe, especially when she saw the purple Blade Shadow appear above Sun Zhe's head; she couldn't help but cover her mouth and tremble slightly.
"You can't just lose like this..."
Watching what seemed like a one-sided situation on stage, Zhao Ang furrowed his brows slightly and murmured to himself. In his mind, Sun Zhe should not have such limited strength.
At this moment, it seemed that Sun Zhe was also shocked by the Blue-Clad Man's attack, standing there dumbfounded without moving. Seeing Sun Zhe's expression like this, the Blue-Clad Man showed no hesitation; instead, a cruel look surged onto his face as he quickened the pace of his blade.
The Purple Blade Sect specialized in cultivating the Purple Blade Heart Method. As the heir to become the next sect leader of the Purple Blade Sect, he had cultivated this method to the seventh layer. The purple Blade Shadow he conjured was indistinguishable from reality; if it struck true, it would undoubtedly result in a fatal outcome. At this point, he no longer believed that Sun Zhe had any way out.
"Do not cause any fatalities; otherwise, you will be disqualified from the Competition. This is a rule of the Divine Hall!"
At that moment, the elder of the Thunder Temple, who had been standing by as the referee, suddenly spoke up. The Blue-Clad Man was just about to respond when he was caught off guard by a voice that came even faster.
"I understand."
Upon hearing this response, the Blue-Clad Man was momentarily stunned. Who was the owner of this voice? Besides him, who else was in the Arena? His eyes widened as he looked forward, but there was not a single figure in front of him; the purple Blade Shadow had directly struck at the Void, not even brushing against Sun Zhe's clothing.
What kind of speed is this!!!
Everyone below the Arena also widened their eyes in disbelief. The purple Blade Shadow had clearly reached above Sun Zhe's head, yet in that split second, he had vanished from his original position and calmly answered the Elder of the Temple's words. What kind of strength is this?
But Sun Zhe did not have time to explain to them, nor would he.
With a flash of Killing Intent in his eyes, an astonishing purple light flickered on Sun Zhe's right hand. The violent Thunder Power surged into his right hand as he slightly crouched down, clenched his fist, and directly punched fiercely towards the Blue-Clad Man. Unsurprisingly, Sun Zhe's punch landed solidly on the man's back.
How immense was Sun Zhe's strength! Coupled with the extremely violent Thunder Power he infused into it, when his fist struck, a crisp sound of bones cracking echoed throughout the Arena. The Blue-Clad Man immediately spewed a mouthful of crimson blood, his face turning pale as he suffered a heavy blow. Under the impact of this punch, the Blue-Clad Man's body rapidly fell towards the ground below the Arena.
As he watched the ground approaching him rapidly, a sense of relief unexpectedly arose in his heart. Perhaps losing like this would be a form of liberation; he no longer cared about making a name for himself. Surviving was already fortunate enough.
"Did I let you go?"
A cold voice rang in his ear, like the soul sound of a hellish demon. His heart sank instantly, and the excitement in his eyes was replaced by intense fear. His expression changed dramatically as he hoarsely shouted,
"No..."
But how could Sun Zhe's decision be changed by him? He grabbed hold of the man's right leg and yanked it upward forcefully, causing the Blue-Clad Man to fly backward.
Sun Zhe's eyes flashed with fierce light as he leaped into the air, twisting his body to deliver a powerful kick directly to the man's chest. The Blue-Clad Man's face turned snow white again as he spewed another mouthful of blood.
He was directly thrown onto the Half Void, crashing hard against the Defensive Light Shield. In an instant, he fell again, and with a loud "boom," he landed directly on the ground of the Arena. Even the solid Arena trembled slightly, and his eyes rolled back as he fainted.
"He’s not dead!"
With a calm explanation to the Elder of the Temple, Sun Zhe stepped down towards the Arena. As he descended, the surrounding powerful figures revealed a hint of fear and quickly made way for him. The strength Sun Zhe had just displayed was enough to earn their respect.
"What a ruthless person, directly crippling someone else's cultivation..."
Watching Sun Zhe's figure gradually fade away, the Elder of the Temple, acting as the referee, nodded quietly to himself. He couldn't help but murmur as he looked at the motionless Blue-Clad Man on the ground. A trace of disdain flashed in his dim eyes as he coldly spoke to a disciple beside him,
"Give him a few pills and just throw them down."
"Amazing speed, violent power, sharp judgment, and that ruthless style... Tsk tsk, I'm suddenly a bit interested in him..." Leaning against the side of the Arena, the Cold and Stern Man said with a smile to Zheng Bin beside him.
"Just wait; his next performance will surprise you even more. Even that woman Yan Ruoyun thinks highly of him. Do you think it will be simple...? We should keep an eye on him..." Zheng Bin replied lightly as he stepped out towards the square.
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