Chapter 137: I Concede Defeat!
Ming Zhaoshuang tried several more times to transform the formation into talismans to bring with her, but all ended in failure.
It wasn’t until the Great Sui Grand Competition began that she left the mountain forest and participated in the matches.
The grand competition first had solo matches, then doubles matches, and finally, a hundred-person team match.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s luck wasn’t particularly good, but it wasn’t bad either. The few people she was matched against weren’t weak, but they weren’t strong enough to force her to use her full strength.
The remaining few people were similarly successful, and after more than half a month, they all advanced to the top thirty-two.
Ming Zhaoshuang looked closely and saw that, wow, all of the top thirty-two were scions of noble families, and she was the only one at the Golden Core mid-stage; the rest were all at the late Golden Core stage.
There were even over ten Nascent Soul stage cultivators.
Isn’t the spiritual power in the Third Heaven sparse? How are there so many Nascent Soul stage cultivators under fifty years old.
It should be known that being able to reach the Nascent Soul stage before fifty years old is already considered a genius among geniuses.
Seeing her look confused, Cheng Zhaoyang specifically explained, “Unlike your sect, at least eighty percent of our dynasty’s resources are used to support these heavenly prodigies. The resources they hold are even comparable to those of sects in the Upper Cultivation World, so if they have a peak grade spirit root and put in a little more effort, they can basically break through to the Nascent Soul stage before fifty years old.”
This is the characteristic of a unified dynasty: to exhaust the resources of cultivators at the lower levels to nurture a group of more powerful heavenly prodigies.
Hearing this, Ming Zhaoshuang could only resign herself to the fact that her upcoming matches would be tough.
However, no matter how tough her matches were, they couldn’t be tougher than Qin Feilong, the darling of the Heavenly Dao.
Qin Feilong had just drawn his opponent for the next match. He glanced at the name above, and his hand trembled. He felt a pang of heartache, believing he had never been so unlucky.
His gaze fell upon Cheng Zhaoyang with a hint of resentment: “How could it be you!”
His next opponent, how could it be Cheng Zhaoyang!
Qin Feilong was truly heartbroken. Although he was only at the late Golden Core stage, he wasn’t afraid of facing even a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
He never expected that his next opponent would be Cheng Zhaoyang.
Was there even a point in fighting?
How many times had the three of them, those bright and cheerful young men, fought Cheng Zhaoyang at Demon Quelling Pass before? Every time they couldn’t win, and only by adding Ming Zhaoshuang at the end could they barely win.
He, who couldn’t win in a three-on-one fight, was now supposed to face her one-on-one.
Was he getting ahead of himself, or had Cheng Zhaoyang lost her edge?
Cheng Zhaoyang was also surprised, not expecting to face these few people so soon. She smiled and said, “Since that is the case, Senior Brother Qin, please offer your guidance.”
Saying that, she leaped onto the arena.
To be honest, the match between Qin Feilong and Cheng Zhaoyang was quite unpleasant to watch.
In a nutshell, it was being beaten, continuously being beaten, and being beaten in various ways.
Qin Feilong had many trump cards, including spirit tools, talismans, and various formations, but as soon as Cheng Zhaoyang attacked with her sword, they all collapsed.
In the end, the only thing he could rely on was his exceptionally durable body.
Ming Zhaoshuang was starting to get bored. Just as she was thinking that Cheng Zhaoyang should quickly defeat Qin Feilong, Qin Feilong’s expression suddenly changed, and his White Rainbow Sword involuntarily lifted.
With this sword strike, his imposing aura deeply crushed Cheng Zhaoyang’s. Not only did it break through Cheng Zhaoyang’s sword move, but it also carved a large gash on her body!
Cheng Zhaoyang’s expression shifted slightly, feeling that Qin Feilong seemed abnormal.
Although he was indeed a heavenly prodigy, his strength was far from enough to injure her.
That is to say, Qin Feilong was using deceit.
But based on her understanding of Qin Feilong, he shouldn’t be the type to resort to petty tricks.
And Qin Feilong also realized that his previous actions were abnormal.
No, this shouldn’t be his strength.
Although Qin Feilong was arrogant, he knew his own capabilities clearly. Based on his level, he should have been in the state he was in previously.
Not like the previous strike that injured Cheng Zhaoyang.
Before he could think further about the abnormality in his body, the long sword, talismans, and magical artifacts in his hands uncontrollably attacked Cheng Zhaoyang with an unstoppable momentum.
No! This is not what he wanted to do!
Qin Feilong’s eyes widened as he looked at Cheng Zhaoyang, whose flesh and blood had been cut off by his long sword, and he was momentarily helpless.
Whether it was his sword techniques, his talismans, or his magical artifacts, their effects suddenly skyrocketed, as if they were a level stronger than Cheng Zhaoyang, forcing her to retreat steadily!
Just as Qin Feilong unleashed a sword strike, aiming a fatal blow at Cheng Zhaoyang, he abruptly stopped his movement!
Fortunately, he could still control himself.
As long as his will was firm enough, he wouldn’t be controlled by this force!
But at this moment, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
The voice came from nowhere, and its origin was unknown, yet it enticed his deepest desires: “Don’t you want to win? Don’t you want to defeat the number one heavenly prodigy of Great Sui?”
Didn’t he want to win? Of course, he wanted to win!
Qin Feilong’s desire to win was stronger than anyone else’s; he wanted to keep winning!
“Then relax and let me lead you to victory.”
Qin Feilong tightly gripped his arm and saw that Cheng Zhaoyang, whom he had just knocked down, had already gotten up, leaning on her long sword, with a brighter crimson color between her red lips and teeth.
Her gaze fell upon Qin Feilong.
And the voice in his mind continued:
“Do you remember what I taught you since childhood? You were born the strongest in heaven and earth; no one can contend with you. Women like Shen Liqian, Cheng Zhaoyang, and Ming Zhaoshuang can only be your foils.”
“It is impossible for them to defeat you.”
This voice was quite gentle, yet Qin Feilong felt a chill run down his spine, a profound chill.
He recalled the scene he had seen earlier in the Heaven and Earth Yin Yang Formation; he had indeed ascended the Heavenly Ladder as this person said, making all the women submit to him.
But he couldn’t forget the look in their eyes, dying with unclosed eyes, when he uncontrollably raised his long sword.
It was too suffocating.
Qin Feilong’s White Rainbow Sword was raised again, seemingly intending to attack Cheng Zhaoyang.
Cheng Zhaoyang had never used a killing move when fighting him before, but this sword strike was powerful and unstoppable, clearly aimed at Cheng Zhaoyang’s vital point.
Cheng Zhaoyang’s eyes widened slightly, meeting Qin Feilong’s gaze.
“I concede!”
In the next moment, a voice pierced the heavens, striking everyone present.
Cheng Zhaoyang looked at Qin Feilong with a look of astonishment.
The latter desperately restrained the disobedient White Rainbow Sword, but due to its weakness, he was directly thrown to the ground by the backlash of the fierce sword qi, spitting out gushing blood.
But his voice still echoed, mixed with the smell of blood: “I concede… I can’t defeat Cheng Zhaoyang… I concede.”
The voice in his mind continued to tempt him, drive him, and control him.
His whole body ached intensely, and his eyelids felt heavy.
But the moment Qin Feilong released all his spiritual power and closed his eyes.
He roared at that voice:
“Go to hell! I’m not someone who can’t afford to lose!”
