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Chapter 203: The Martial Arts Competition for Marriage - Overcoming Challenges (Part Two)
In the arena, life and death were determined by fate, a truth summarized by countless ancestors and a bloody lesson between life and death. Therefore, when the armored figure announced the start of the competition, Iron Er Zhu immediately launched his attack, his clawed fist swinging toward Ye Huan's forehead.
Standing at two meters tall and weighing three hundred pounds, Iron Er Zhu's punch, even without the aid of his Sixth-Level Practitioner Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, created a deafening roar as if it could tear through the air. Below the stage, the young girls who had just been cheering for Ye Huan now closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight. It was no wonder; after all, Ye Huan's previously strong physique appeared quite frail in front of Iron Er Zhu.
As Iron Er Zhu's fist approached Ye Huan, something unexpected happened. Ye Huan moved slowly, extending just one finger. Yes, merely one finger. To Iron Er Zhu's astonishment, that single finger was enough to block his massive punch!
"It’s impossible! This can’t be happening..."
Staring blankly at the white-haired figure before him, Iron Er Zhu knew that even without the assistance of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, his punch would still carry a weight exceeding two hundred pounds. Any ordinary professional would likely suffer severe injury or internal bleeding from such a blow; how could it be stopped by just a finger?
Seeing the expression on Iron Er Zhu's face clearly, Ye Huan did not continue to attack but instead said, "Why don’t you try using your Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy?"
It was contempt—pure, unadulterated contempt!
Understanding the implication behind Ye Huan's words only fueled Iron Er Zhu's anger. In a fit of rage, he drew a heavy iron hammer from behind him. The hammer was only about one meter long, but its head was made entirely of iron and weighed over eighty pounds!
Gripping the hammer tightly with both hands, Iron Er Zhu swung it fiercely toward Ye Huan once more. If one looked closely, they could even see a faint white glow emanating from the surface of the hammer.
This time, even with Ye Huan's formidable physique, he dared not meet it with just a finger. He solemnly drew Frostblade from behind him and positioned it across his chest.
Bang...
There was no sound of impact, nor was there any fierce fighting; the only noise came from the resounding crash of the hammer dropping onto the ground.
"I didn't do anything..."
With a bitter smile, Ye Huan wasn't actually targeting Iron Er Zhu. At the moment they had just clashed, Ye Huan truly hadn't done anything. Perhaps he hadn't even realized himself how sharp the Frostblade was, slicing the hammer filled with Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy cleanly in half!
In the audience, although they didn't know how Ye Huan had accomplished it, countless women who had previously covered their eyes moved their hands aside upon hearing the loud noise. This small movement led to gasps of shock as they saw Ye Huan had actually split an exaggeratedly large hammer in two. They immediately erupted into piercing screams, with a few crazed ones even shouting, "White Impermanence, I love you!"
Hearing the shouts from below, Ye Huan couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. He knew he had come here with the intention of marrying Zhao Ziyu, so what did it matter if he attracted a crowd of infatuated screams? Therefore, to avoid any jealousy from Zhao Ziyu later on, Ye Huan looked at Iron Er Zhu with sympathy, knowing that this time, he would use Iron Er Zhu as a stepping stone!
Still somewhat incredulous as he stared at the broken hammer, Iron Er Zhu felt a bit unwilling but eventually said softly, "I lost..."
"No, you didn't lose. It's just a hammer. Maybe it was old and broke?"
With a slight smile, Ye Huan even tried to console Iron Er Zhu, but this only led to Iron Er Zhu shaking his head repeatedly and saying, "I know my own hammer; losing is losing. There's nothing to argue about."
"Brother, that's not fair! We’re in the Arena; isn’t life and death up to you to decide?"
The smile turned into a cold sneer as a hint of ferocity appeared on Ye Huan's face. Even the referee sensed something was off but couldn't say much since Iron Er Zhu hadn’t fallen out of the Arena; thus, it couldn’t be counted as a loss. He could only gesture towards Iron Er Zhu.
Once Iron Er Zhu saw the gesture clearly, he immediately ran toward the edge of the Arena while loudly declaring, "I lost! I admit defeat!"
"Admit defeat? You think I care about your admission when you're trying to target Zhao Ziyu?"
As they say, one must set an example to deter others. Ye Huan couldn't be bothered with Iron Er Zhu. Since he was here, leaving wouldn't be so simple. He suddenly hurled the Frostblade with force; a sharp sound echoed as Iron Er Zhu felt a chill run through him and collapsed onto the Arena floor.
Silence enveloped not only the Arena but also the surroundings, reaching an extreme stillness. This was the first match of the Martial Arts Competition for Marriage, and already there had been a case of death. How would the subsequent matches proceed?
After a long pause, the referee in charge of the competition was the first to react. Without thinking, he shouted angrily at Ye Huan, "What do you think you're doing? Don't you know..."
"Don't know what? Just do your job and stop dawdling. How many people are participating in this match? Let them come up one by one; if anyone can defeat me, they can kill me without hesitation!"
Dressed in a Dao Robe with flowing white hair, anyone who saw Ye Huan for the first time would likely assume he was a Taoist priest. Yet, this very priest dared to do what others would not.
Hesitating, the referee found himself at a loss for words. He glanced toward where he had looked before the first match began. When he saw the person seated there nodding, he could only pick up the list in his hand and announce, "Next match: Prince Zhao Ming of the Huaxia Royal Family against Dongfang Ling, a member from the Eastern Family of the Southern Xiongnu Empire!"
To ensure safety for these individuals, after calling out their names, the referee took care to mention their backgrounds, clearly warning Ye Huan not to act recklessly.
In response, Ye Huan's face was filled with disdain as he uttered just one sentence: "Stop wasting time; let them all come up!"
"Hmph, arrogant!"
A loud shout erupted from below. A figure leaped onto the Arena, dressed in a light golden robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon—an emblem of royal status. This person was undoubtedly Prince Zhao Ming, as mentioned by the referee.
Out of consideration for Zhao Ziyu's feelings, upon learning Zhao Ming's identity, Ye Huan attempted to sense his aura and was astonished to discover that Prince Zhao Ming was actually a Ninth-Level Practitioner!
'How strange. Wasn't there only Durei IV left as a Ninth-Level Practitioner in Huaxia? Where did this Ninth-Level prince come from? Aren't royals prohibited from marrying close relatives?'
Fixing his gaze on Zhao Ming's face, Ye Huan couldn't help but entertain an absurd thought upon noticing that Zhao Ming had small eyes resembling those of a rat: this man named Zhao Ming might not even be a member of the Huaxia Nation's royal family!
It wasn't just Ye Huan's wild speculation; any normal man born into royalty would likely seek out a beautiful woman to carry on their lineage. Excellent genes combined with excellent genes would produce either beautiful daughters or handsome sons—unless there was some genetic mutation involved. But even with genetic mutations, it shouldn't result in someone with rat-like eyes!
Determined to get to the bottom of this matter, Ye Huan did not hold back and provocatively said, "Am I being arrogant? If you have the guts, kill me. Otherwise, what are you whining about?"
"You’re asking for death!"
Upon hearing Ye Huan's words, Zhao Ming was furious. He leaped three feet into the air and aimed a kick at Ye Huan's chest. However, if this move would have worked against an ordinary person, it was utterly ineffective against Ye Huan. Even without using his Arms, all Ye Huan needed to do was position the Frostblade across his chest.
"Ah—!"
A scream erupted as the sharp edge of the Frostblade embedded deeply into Zhao Ming's flesh after Ye Huan raised it. The pain caused Zhao Ming to cry out in agony as he fell to the ground, his posture completely altered. This made Ye Huan doubt Zhao Ming's identity as a Ninth-Level Practitioner. After all, those he had encountered before, like Durei IV and Han Liu, had never been so weak; how could someone so easily succumb to pain?
Slowly crouching down, Ye Huan pulled the Frostblade from Zhao Ming's foot and patted his face before asking, "I know you're not a prince of the Huaxia Royal Family. So tell me, who are you really?"
"I-I am from the Southern Xiongnu..."
Feeling the coldness of the Frostblade, Zhao Ming trembled as he revealed his true identity—he was actually from the Southern Xiongnu Empire. This piqued Ye Huan's curiosity even more. Fortunately, the arena was large enough and their voices low enough that no one else could hear them. After confirming that the judges were ten meters away, Ye Huan continued to question him: "Tell me, who sent you to impersonate a Huaxia prince? What’s your purpose?"
Hesitating, Zhao Ming clearly hesitated to answer Ye Huan's question. But when Ye Huan prodded his injured foot with the Frostblade, he cried out in pain and hurriedly divulged everything. It turned out that this so-called prince was actually hired by Court Chief Summoner Durei IV from the Southern Xiongnu Empire at great expense. He had been promised that if he won at the Martial Arts Competition for Marriage, he would become the next emperor of Huaxia Nation!
Ye Huan etched Zhao Ming's words into his mind. Coupled with what Han Xuan and Han Cai'er had told him before they left, only one thought remained in his heart:
'Durei IV, what exactly are you planning?'
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