Chapter 438
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Chapter 438: The One Who Bets Must Be Willing to Admit Defeat!
At the same time, visible to the naked eye, a pair of crimson wings materialized behind Su Yi. They spread outward, glowing with radiant light, translucent like cicada wings, and possessing a beautiful, graceful curvature.
“Whoosh…”
As his wings flapped, Su Yi’s body rose into the air amidst the stunned, trembling gazes of onlookers. Dust and grit swirled around him, driven by the powerful aura erupting from his body. Even the surrounding void seemed to shudder under the force.
“Su Yi can fly too…”
Seeing the crimson wings flapping behind Su Yi, Xu Jiahui, Zhang Qing, and the others were left dumbfounded. Su Yi’s hidden trump cards seemed endless.
“You have wings? So do I!”
Bathed in surging red light, Su Yi’s calm voice rang out steadily. The third level of the Hundred Transformations Step had allowed him to manifest wings.
“You also have the wind attribute!”
Situ Muyang’s eyes narrowed. He realized that Su Yi’s crimson energy-filled wings contained traces of the wind attribute, as indicated by their faint white glow.
In this exchange, Situ Muyang noted that Su Yi seemed to possess at least four attributes. Such natural talent might have seemed ordinary on its own, but Su Yi’s combat strength was nothing short of terrifying, leaving Situ Muyang puzzled.
However, Situ Muyang quickly regained his composure, his pride and fierceness undiminished.
“This outer disciple of the Divine Sword School is too powerful,” Situ Muyang thought, his awe growing. Su Yi repeatedly exceeded his expectations, employing a variety of unpredictable techniques.
Despite this, Situ Muyang refused to be discouraged. He refused to believe that he couldn’t defeat Su Yi. With confidence burning in his chest, he stared intently at his opponent, his Wind Battle Armor releasing a radiant light and stormy energy.
“Let’s end this!”
Situ Muyang’s spirit erupted as he soared into the sky. He ascended rapidly before swooping down like a blazing sun, his movements fierce and commanding. From above, he struck downward with a powerful stomp.
“Stormy Wave Kick!”
With a sharp shout, Situ Muyang unleashed his attack. The space around him seemed to boil as a storm surged forth, shaking even the demon beasts and making Xu Jiahui tremble in fear.
The impact of his kick carried enough force to seemingly shatter the void itself. The convergence of light and storm created a spectacle both awe-inspiring and terrifying, leaving hearts pounding in its wake.
“Then let’s end this!”
At that moment, Su Yi’s eyes flickered with a brilliant red light. His Hundred Transformations Step wings kept him hovering in the air as his aura radiated dazzling power. Crimson energy spread outward in every direction. His hand seals solidified, and beneath his feet, radiant light surged magnificently.
“Boom!”
In an instant, all energy condensed sharply. Vitality surged and concentrated in his legs as the radiant light flowed outward. Ancient and mysterious patterns began to form and pulse on his feet, glowing with power.
At that moment, Su Yi’s eyes burned like lightning—sharp and intimidating. His entire being seemed transformed, as though a slumbering deity or demon had been awakened. His gray robe billowed, his black hair swept back in the rising energy, and he emanated an aura of thunderous fury. His presence was overwhelming, his power terrifying, and his determination unshakable.
Su Yi had already gauged the strength of this young boy, whose cultivation base was at the Second Grade of the Yuan Spirit Realm. However, his combat power far exceeded this level. Combined with his exceptional martial arts and the formidable Wind Battle Armor, he was even more intimidating.
Such a young boy was truly terrifying!
Su Yi spread his wings in the void. His feet glowed brightly, radiating a powerful aura that made onlookers tremble. The imprint of his previous attack had already landed.
“Roarrrr…”
The overwhelming aura caused the Dark Golden Demon Falcon, the Black Demon Mastiff, and other demon beasts below to bow instinctively, their eyes filled with awe.
“Wrath of the Eight Wastelands, Rampage Shadow Shatter the Nine Yaos!”
With a low growl, Su Yi suddenly flapped his wings, sidestepping the earlier footprint as he launched himself skyward with a powerful kick.
“Swoosh, swoosh…”
The footprints sparkled and flashed like lightning, multiplying in an instant. Each print radiated intense energy, gathering into a storm that collided fiercely with the former attack. The ensuing explosion lit up the sky like a miniature sun.
“Boom!”
The sheer force of the collision was unmatched in its dominance, unleashing destruction all around.
“Boom, boom, boom…”
The void reverberated with deafening roars, twisting and distorting under the impact. The dazzling radiance of energy was both blinding and oppressive.
“Crackle, crackle…”
The ground below fractured, the void trembled, and mountains roared as the shockwave swept across the landscape.
“Roarrrr…”
The terrifying energy left the demon beasts trembling, their roars mingling with fear.
Xu Jiahui, Zhang Qing, Liu Ji, and others involuntarily retreated, their faces pale with panic as they dodged the raging winds and flying debris. Their eyes reflected utter disbelief.
“Pfft…”
In mid-air, Situ Muyang’s body faltered as he was flung backward, a mouthful of blood spraying forth. His figure tumbled to the ground, creating a loud impact and leaving deep cracks in the earth.
“Swoosh!”
Crimson light filled the air as Su Yi descended, his presence exuding overwhelming pressure. His sharp gaze locked onto Situ Muyang.
“Pfft…”
Situ Muyang coughed up more blood. The glow of his Wind Battle Armor had dimmed, and streaks of blood trailed down his mouth. His face was deathly pale, a stark contrast to his earlier arrogance.
Struggling, Situ Muyang managed to stand, though his body trembled with effort. The wings on his back showed visible cracks. His gaze fixed on Su Yi, shock evident in his eyes.
With that final exchange, Situ Muyang finally grasped the true depth of Su Yi’s strength.
That oppressive aura seemed to crush everything within him, leaving his soul trembling uncontrollably.
“Who are you… really?”
Situ Muyang wiped the blood from his mouth, his voice losing its earlier confidence. He now looked at Su Yi with both caution and awe.
“The Thirty-Sixth Sword Peak, Su Yi!”
Su Yi’s calm reply was laced with authority as he advanced, his crimson wings unfurling like those of a divine warrior. The glowing red light around him amplified his imposing presence.
“So… you are Su Yi.”
Situ Muyang muttered in disbelief, his expression darkening.
When he entered the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, his father had specifically warned him about Su Yi, urging caution and advising against provoking him.
Feeling indignant, Situ Muyang dismissed the warning, confident that he feared no one in the sect—not even Su Yi. He had even sought out Su Yi, determined to prove his superiority.
But now, standing before Su Yi, Situ Muyang felt the crushing weight of reality.
“You have defeated me!”
Su Yi walked closer and said, “If you’re not convinced, we can continue.”
Situ Muyang’s eyes flickered with hesitation. He didn’t want to admit defeat, convinced he still had strength left to fight.
Yet, Su Yi’s unwavering aura made his heart tremble. Situ Muyang knew his current condition well; continuing to fight would be futile.
“Indeed… I’ve lost.”
After a moment, Situ Muyang gritted his teeth and retracted the Wind Battle Armor. Looking slightly disheveled, he faced Su Yi and declared, “But once we leave the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, I will defeat you!”
“Heh, we’ll see about that,” Su Yi replied with a laugh. The energy-charged wings behind him retracted as he added, “For now, let the wager end in surrender.”
