Chapter 18
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“Behold, I am Yun Chang of the Yun Clan. I seek to challenge the Cloud-Annihilating Young Master to a duel. What say you?”
Beside the arena, a figure stepped forth, ascending the platform with measured strides. He turned to Ye Wushuang, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Yun Clan, Yun Chang!
The sight of Yun Chang’s emergence stirred a wave of excitement among the onlookers, their hearts swelling with anticipation.
The Soul-Devouring Hall’s life-or-death arena was not merely a place for those who lived on the edge. Within the confines of the Flowing Moon City, many prodigies from affluent families frequented this place as well.
In the path of martial cultivation, stagnation meant regression, and life and death hung by a thread. These young scions, nurtured within their clans, often engaged in sparring that never truly endangered their lives. For some of the more talented among them, such practice grew monotonous. Thus, they sought out the Soul-Devouring Hall’s arena, where they could experience the raw brutality of combat, enhance their prowess, and elevate their standing within the Flowing Moon City.
Yun Chang was one such scion.
At the tender age of seventeen, Yun Chang had already reached the sixth tier of the Body-Refining Realm and was a direct descendant of the Yun Clan, a paragon of genius in his generation.
He was a regular in the arena, having achieved an undefeated streak of thirty victories at the fifth tier. After breaking through to the sixth tier, he had won nine more consecutive matches. He was a renowned figure in the Soul-Devouring Hall and a celebrated prodigy throughout the Flowing Moon City.
At that moment, Ye Wushuang, who was about to step down from the arena, paused upon hearing the name. His footsteps halted, and a flicker of recognition crossed his face.
Yun Clan, Yun Chang!
The name was all too familiar.
Memories surfaced in his mind. It was this very Yun Chang who had led him to Yun Ziyun’s chamber the previous night and orchestrated the ambush, accusing him of indecency.
*”You, a good-for-nothing, dare to harbor thoughts of joining my Yun Clan? A toad aspiring to feast on swan meat! Have you no shame? Bah!”*
Ye Wushuang vividly recalled the look of disdain and loathing on Yun Chang’s face as he hurled those words.
Turning slowly, Ye Wushuang faced Yun Chang.
Clad in a crisp green tunic and holding a paper fan, Yun Chang stood with an air of nonchalance and confidence, basking in the adoring gazes of the crowd around him.
“Do you seek to duel me?” Ye Wushuang asked.
“Indeed,” Yun Chang replied with a calm smile. “I am at the sixth tier of the Body-Refining Realm. From what I observed just now, it seems that Cloud-Annihilating Young Master has the strength to contend with me at this level.”
“In the Soul-Devouring Hall, there is a rule that if one challenges a fighter of a higher tier and wins, the reward is doubled. Even if you lose… and perish, the silver you have won will go to your family,” Yun Chang continued, pausing for effect before adding, “If you agree to duel me, I will also give you an additional ten thousand taels of silver. What do you say?”
At that moment, beside the arena, Miss Mo Xiao spoke up, “Cloud-Annihilating Young Master, you are not obligated to accept a challenge from a warrior of a higher realm.”
Yun Chang’s appearance was entirely unexpected, not arranged by the Soul-Devouring Hall.
Not obligated?
But why refuse?
A faint smile curved the lips beneath Ye Wushuang’s mask, revealing a glimmer of amusement.
Would he turn away an enemy who had come to him, practically begging for retribution?
“I accept!”
The moment Ye Wushuang’s voice rang out, it not only startled Mo Xuan and Mo Xiao but also sent a ripple of astonishment through the crowd.
Yun Chang, at the sixth tier, had won nine consecutive matches and was a formidable opponent in the life-or-death arena.
Ye Wushuang’s record of ten consecutive victories was indeed impressive, but the gap between the fifth and sixth tiers was vast.
And yet, he had accepted.
Outside the arena, Mo Xiao’s eyes widened in disbelief. “He actually… accepted…”
Beside her, Hall Master Mo Xuan chuckled. “What a lad! It seems he’s holding a grudge and is willing to take this on. I’m starting to doubt what the Yun Clan has been saying…”
Could such a spirited and resilient young man truly be the one responsible for those despicable acts?
