The Eternal Heart - Chapter 42
Chapter 42: Throw
Chen Yu suddenly felt ferociously cold and hostile gazes directed at him as he stood where he was.
He saw the violent man with the Yin-Yang head at first glance. It was Hu Yiba, the one who ranked fourth in the last Great Tournament.
At this moment, many disciples felt fear towards the “Circle of Villains” Hu Yiba, Huang Yuan, and Yang Fan were in and didn’t dare to approach them either.
Wang Lingyun was a member of this circle.
When Chen Yu saw Wang Lingyun wandering about in the Circle of Villains with a look of flattery on his face, he knew that the other party didn’t have any good intentions in mind.
Just as expected, these few people in this Circle of Villains swept their eyes over Chen Yu with unpleasant expressions on their faces.
Chen Yu paid them no mind as he held his number plate and watched the fight on the tournament stage indifferently.
Based on his current level, only the fight from the top 20 in the outer sect was something worth watching at the very least.
After a dozen battles, the eyes of a few disciples shone when an elegant man with long flowy hair took the tournament stage.
“It’s Le Feng!”
“This is the man of the moment in this Great Tournament!”
Le Feng’s handsome face and gentle temperament attracted numerous gazes, especially those from a few female disciples.
“This Le Feng really is the perfect prince in the outer sect.”
“Hehe, that’s right. He’s handsome, amiable, approachable, and has outstanding cultivation. I even heard he’s the young master of a great aristocratic family.”
In the eyes of the group of female disciples, Le Feng was perfect and there was nothing to pick him out on.
On the tournament stage, Le Feng’s opponent was a dark-faced young man at the late Connective Meridian stage whose strength could be ranked in the top 20.
There was something a little worth watching in this battle.
“Begin.”
The Law Enforcer waved his hand as the match began.
“I actually want to experience your strength as the outer sect’s genius for myself.”
The dark-faced young man was unconvinced.
They were both at the late Connective Meridian stage. Why was the other party the outer sect’s man of the moment and received attention from so many female disciples?
Wave Cleaving Blade!
The dark-faced young man brandished the broadsword in his hands. Astonishing Inner Breath rushed forth from the cutting edge of the sword, giving rise to layers upon layers of blade waves and winds. He possessed impressive power and might.
Whoosh!
But afterimages flashed before his eyes. The blade waves and winds missed their target entirely.
The dark-faced young man cried out that things were bad in his heart.
In the next moment, Le Feng shifted to his side as his afterimages flashed past, turning around a few times.
Pu, pu, chi!
The dark-faced young man’s few successive blades missed their aim as the expression on his face became increasingly unsightly.
Only after they truly crossed blows did he understand how suppressive the other party’s martial arts form was on him.
Whoosh, bang!
Le Feng suddenly pressed his palm before the other party in the midst of his graceful footwork. A surge of wonderful palm force containing Inner Breath rushed forth.
Clank!
The dark-faced young man could barely hold on with his knife, but he still staggered. The other party’s wonderful palm force stripped the power of his sword.
“Come down.”
Le Feng suddenly laughed and cut into it with his other hand.
Clank!
The hands of the dark-faced young man went numb while the broadsword in his hands dropped to the ground.
“Good, good!”
“Seizing a naked sword empty-handed! That really is brilliant!”
A series of cheers could be heard offstage. A few female disciples even shrieked.
This move from Le Feng was too beautiful!
Even the three respectable individuals in the sect seated in the central pavilion raised their eyebrows at that.
“This sapling has some potential,” said the Sect Master of Yunyue Sect with a smile.
The old man with the white hair and Martial Aunt Xiao nodded slightly as well.
This was the first time someone obtained the approval of three respectful individuals since the start of the battle.
“You…”
The dark-faced young man was utterly ashamed and resentful. He wished he could find a hole in the ground and dig himself into it.
“You let me win! Martial Brother, your Inner Breath and sword techniques are fierce, but there’s a deficiency in your use of Inner Breath.”
Le Fing cupped his fist in his other hand with a smile.
He picked up the broadsword on the ground and handed it over to the dark-faced young man.
“Many thanks for pointing it out to me. I embrace my loss wholeheartedly.”
The dark-faced young man was overwhelmed by favor from his superiors.
Le Feng wasn’t arrogant even though he won, but rather, he was amiable and approachable. As such, he obtained the unanimous approval of the sect seniors present.
“Tsk! Sham…”
An ear-piercing voice could be heard from the “Circle of Villans”.
The owner of this voice was Huang Yuan.
He disliked Le Feng a lot, especially since he lost to Le Feng recently.
But very soon, he was drowning in the voices of a group of women “crusading” against him.
“This Le Feng is a formidable opponent. I heard that this person is an expert in using swords, yet he didn’t even unsheath his sword just now,” Hu Yiba said in a low voice.
Hu Yiba’s target was the top three at the very least in this Great Tournament.
Then, Le Feng would be a formidable opponent of his!
The match of swapping pointers in the Great Outer Sect Tournament commenced one after the other in both tournament stages A and B.
“Duan Xiaolong is taking the stage.”
An upsurge rose on tournament stage A.
All that could be seen was a very outstanding man striding up the tournament stage.
“Duan Xiaolong!”
Chen Yu sized him up. He had heard of this legendary figure in the outer sect like thunder piercing his ear.
Duan Xiaolong was over twenty years old, yet he somewhat had a weathered and worn look on his face. His eyes were deep and he possessed the flavor of a mature man a little.
He attracted the reverent gazes from numerous disciples when he got on stage.
“Martial Brother Duan, I should be conceding, but to be able to fight hand-to-hand with you is a kind of honor as well.”
A young man at the middle Connective Meridian stage directly in front of him looked nervous.
Metal Plow Fist!
Once he finished talking, the young man circulated his lifetime skill and slashed out with his fist, which was paired with a sound resembling torrential rain and rolling thunder.
Hmm?
Chen Yu realized that the young man was utilizing the [Metal Plow Fist] that he was familiar with. The maturity of his attack actually appeared to be close to perfection as well.
This attack naturally possessed impressive might.
Chen Yu subconsciously substituted himself into the young man’s body.
Metal Plow Fist!
A punch with impressive might immediately bombarded Duan Xiaolong right in the face.
Duan Xiaolong didn’t move an inch as he faced that punch expressionlessly. Only when that punch extended completely and couldn’t be withdrawn did he… move!
Bang!
A rough and powerful hand grabbed hold of the young man’s wrist.
The young man’s body shuddered and went stiff.
At the same moment, Chen Yu’s body shuddered offstage because he had “substituted himself” into the young man’s body in that instant just now.
It was as though Duan Xiaolong’s forceful grab was fastened around a snake’s vital parts.
Chen Yu suddenly looked afraid.
Even if he had even greater strength and even more powerful boxing techniques, how could he still circulate his energy if the other party buckled his wrist all of a sudden?
When Duan Xiaolong attacked, it gave him a kind of down-to-earth feeling where he was incomparably seasoned, yet resolved complex matters with simplicity.
“I admit defeat.”
The young man’s face was choked to the point it was very red. It was as though metal pincers were clutching his wrists. He couldn’t move a single step.
Duan Xiaolong’s first stage appearance was so simple.
There was a grave expression on the faces of the disciples who wanted to compete for the first place and the top three offstage.
“You’re really not that bad.”
The faint laughter came from an elegant young man holding a folding fan.
At this moment, only Nangong Li, the number one genius in the outer sect, could make such a light-hearted evaluation.
It was quite a coincidence.
Not long after Duan Xiaolong went on stage, Nangong Li went up as well.
Tournament stage B.
Nangong Li held his folding fan as a grave and stern young man held a long spear across from him.
“Nangong Li is facing off against Yang Fan.”
Numerous expectant gazes converged at tournament stage B.
Yang Fan gripped the silver spear in his hands with a grave expression. He knew Nangong Li was very strong, but even if he lost in his first match, he couldn’t be defeated too tragically either.
Furious Wind Spear!
The silver spear in Yang Fan’s hands trembled. A spear image paired with a cold light, that seemed to be swelling frighteningly, resembled a furious dragon as it pounced right at Nangong Li.
It was difficult to nitpick the combatting strength of the outer sect’s top 10 regardless of whether it was their might or speed, or even the opportunity to attack.
“This Yang Fan’s strength is somewhat stronger than when we crossed blows that day,” Chen Yu secretly said to himself.
During the Outer Sect Social Gathering, he had fought hand-to-hand with Yang Fan. They were both equally matched at that time.
“Haha, you’re not too weak.”
Nangong Li held a folding fan in his hands, but he didn’t dodge nor hide as he whirled around immediately.
Peng, bang!
That fan whipped Yang Fan’s silver spear with its powerful whirling force.
What?!
Yang Fan’s expression changed drastically. He merely felt that his silver spear pierced the ground somewhat uncontrollably.
“Don’t even think about it! Sweep—”
Yang Fan’s reaction wasn’t bad. He simply borrowed this force and resonated his Inner Breath on his silver spear. A deep cold arc of light streaked across the sky and directly swept the region beneath Nangong Li.
Good!
Everyone offstage couldn’t help but cry out that things were good. The outer sect’s top ten definitely weren’t easy to deal with.
“Hehe.”
A peal of playful laughter could suddenly be heard from midair.
Whoosh!
There was an afterimage left behind in place of where Nangong Li originally was. He jumped high up into the sky and stomped down with his leg.
That leg stepped on Yang Fan’s silver spear.
This is bad!
Yang Fan only felt a strange, gentle force sticking to his spear, yet it was incomparably heavy as it pressed down on him, making his breathing heavy.
Thump!
In the next instance, Nangong Li followed the silver spear and leaped up. A leg flew up as he kicked Yang Fan’s shoulder.
Bang!
An astonishing surge of Inner Breath sent Yang Fan flying. A wisp of blood seeped out from the corner of his lips as the silver spear in his hands fell to the ground.
Nangong Li wins!
In the midst of playing and messing about, Nangong Li’s strength as the number one genius subdued people.
“This Nangong Li is even above Le Feng in terms of speed in his martial arts form. He was practically playing just now.”
Chen Yu could see it very accurately.
Currently, he couldn’t clearly see through Nangong Li and Duan Xiaolong amongst the opponents who took the stage.
During a certain moment.
“Number 99 vs. Number 106,” shouted a Law Enforcer from tournament stage B.
Hmm? Number 99!
Chen Yu’s heart jumped. It was his turn to go on stage!
Tournament stage B.
Chen Yu looked at the thin young man across from him on stage.
That thin young man was at the middle Connective Meridian stage like he was. He was currently circulating his Inner Breath as he let his attack brew.
“Chen Yu!”
“He’s that fellow who lived off a woman and got off with Mu Xueqing?”
An uproar could suddenly be heard from the crowd.
There wasn’t a lack of envious, disdainful, and hostile looks amongst them.
“Xueqing?”
Martial Aunt Xia made a soft expression of surprise in the center pavilion.
“Younger Martial Sister Xia, the Mu Xueqing the crowd mentioned seems to be the disciple you recently took under your wing, right?” The Sect Master of Yunyue Sect said with a smile.
“Yes.”
Martial Aunt Xia nodded. Mu Xueqing was her disciple.
At this moment, her curved eyebrows were slightly knitted. One of the young men presently on stage seemed to have a little dispute with her female disciple.
The confrontation started on stage!
Three-inch Punch!
The thin young man across from him attacked extremely quickly. Inner Breath whistled in between his fists. In practically the blink of an eye, he bombarded them right in front of Chen Yu.
Chen Yu was originally prepared to launch a punch over, but Chen Yu suddenly remembered that the short young man from the Metal Sword Sect sustained internal injuries the last time he kicked him.
Now, he was afraid that a thin young man at the middle Connective Meridian stage was even less of a match for him.
Yes… they were from the same sect after all. There was no need to attack ruthlessly.
When his thoughts reached this point, he changed from using his fist to grabbing with his hand.
Bang!
Chen Yu grabbed the other part’s fist with his hand.
The expression on the thin young man’s face changed. He felt that the other party’s palm resembled the great hand of the Buddha as he practically couldn’t shake him off.
“Rise.”
Chen Yu waved his hand like he was grabbing a ball and flung the young man out of the tournament stage.
That was because he remembered a rule. As long as the opponent left the tournament stage, they were defeated.
Bathump! Bang, bang!
The young man was like a sandbag as Chen Yu threw him out of the tournament stage, even bringing disaster to a few disciples.
A peal of curses immediately set off below the stage.
“Ah!” Someone was knocked over and turned into a human cushion.
“Shoot! There’s a trapeze artist.”
“How is it that a person is being thrown in this competition?”
Tournament stage B.
The two Law Enforcers went blank for that one instant as they looked at Chen Yu strangely before announcing his victory.