Chapter 535
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Chapter 535: Ouyang Ran’s Ultimate Move!
“Boom!”
The sound reverberated through the air, causing the entire area to tremble.
The crowd, filled with eager onlookers, shifted their attention to the duel stage, their hearts racing with excitement. Their anticipation seemed greater than if it were their own turn to fight.
“Liu Yunchuan, give it your all!”
“Elder Brother Yun Lingfeng! Show your strength!”
“Martial Sister Ying Qianqian, you’re unbeatable!”
“…”
The cheers filled the air as the crowd rallied behind their favorites.
Among them, Zhang Qing, Xu Jiahui, Qing Chao, and other disciples from the Thirty-Sixth Sword Peak, while mixed in with the crowd, chose to stay quieter. They knew the disdain many had for Su Yi and Situ Muyang, especially from the inner disciples and direct disciples. They refrained from cheering out loud, but their support for the two was unwavering.
The cheers continued to rise as excitement filled the sky!
The sixteen combatants on stage were young, brimming with energy and eager to prove themselves. They shared the enthusiasm of youth, their competitive spirits fueled by the charged atmosphere.
“Boom!”
On each platform, a surge of power erupted. These were fellow disciples, all sharing a bond of friendship and rivalry, unrestrained in their actions. No need for caution or hesitation.
“Fight!”
“Zoom!”
Suddenly, one of the combatants lunged forward.
Nan Liran surged forward, his light purple robe fluttering as his sword sliced through the air, leaving behind a trail of brilliance.
A young man, filled with confidence, followed suit. His crimson sword glowed with energy, exuding a fierce aura as he aimed a powerful strike at Ou Luo.
“Come on!”
Ou Luo responded coolly, his face remaining composed and elegant. His eyes shone with intensity as he nimbly leapt into the air. Drawing his sword with ease, he faced his opponent head-on. Within moments, he was locked in a fierce duel.
The duels raged on across all platforms, with energy crashing against energy, and sparks flying with each clash.
“Bang, bang, bang…”
The sounds of battle rang out like thunder, as if weapons of gold were clashing in the air. The sheer force was enough to shake the ground.
In front of Su Yi, a young man with an air of determination raised his gaze, his handsome face glowing with the light of battle. Yet, the fire in his eyes could not be ignored.
“Boom!”
Before Su Yi could react, the young man released a burst of energy, his aura radiating at the fifth level of the Yuan Spirit Realm. He narrowed his eyes, sizing up Su Yi with a calculating look. “I am Ouyang Ran, ranked fourteenth in the Sword Tower!”
As Ouyang Ran spoke, he locked eyes with Su Yi, silently gauging him. He had witnessed Jian Shiyi’s earlier defeat and knew that the rankings were no accident. The challenge before him was real.
“Ouyang Ran,” Su Yi acknowledged with a slight smile, “I’ll remember your name!”
“No need to remember it for too long, though,” Ouyang Ran replied, his voice steady. “I’ve heard you are an esteemed disciple of Elder Su. But I won’t hold back either!”
“Please, no need,” Su Yi responded lightly. “After all, I can’t afford to lose when such valuable rewards are at stake.”
“Good! I’ve been wanting to test the rumors for myself!” Ouyang Ran declared, his eyes shining with excitement.
Ouyang Ran’s hand formed a seal, and his inner energy surged, creating a fiery red aura around him. The intense heat enveloped the air as he unleashed his attack.
“Swoosh…”
Su Yi’s heart beat faster as Ouyang Ran moved. With the speed of a flash, Ouyang Ran’s body shot forward, his sword gleaming like a streak of lightning. The air crackled with energy as he aimed for Su Yi’s head.
The speed was incredible—swift and powerful. Ouyang Ran was not just testing his skills; he was going all out.
As the fourteenth-ranked disciple in the Sword Tower, Ouyang Ran’s skill was evident. His every movement exuded a sense of mastery, and he was more than capable of standing in the spotlight.
“Not bad!” Several elders on the high platform nodded in approval, impressed by Ouyang Ran’s strength.
But Su Yi wasn’t idle. He reacted quickly, his figure flashing as he narrowly avoided Ouyang Ran’s sword, stepping back just in time.
“Whoosh!”
The sword swung past him, sending a gust of wind in its wake. The intensity of the attack was enough to rattle anyone.
Yet Ouyang Ran wasn’t done. He shifted his stance, readying his next strike. His sword quivered in the air, transforming into two fiery serpents of energy that lunged at Su Yi—one aimed for his head and the other for his chest.
Su Yi’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t hesitate. He summoned all his speed, his body becoming a blur as he dodged both strikes, stepping aside just in time.
Impressed by Su Yi’s agility, Ouyang Ran grinned. It was clear that Su Yi was no slouch, and this only made Ouyang Ran more eager to show the full extent of his abilities.
Ouyang Ran’s aura flared as he unleashed his next move. A surge of heat radiated from his left arm, as if a flame was building inside. In the next instant, his fist clenched, and a burst of fiery energy exploded forth. “This is my true trump card!” he declared with pride.
Confident and determined, Ouyang Ran’s fist, blazing with fiery energy, shot toward Su Yi, creating waves of heat in the air.
The crowd watched in awe, many recognizing the intensity of Ouyang Ran’s attack. It was clear he had prepared for this moment, determined to give everything he had.
“I’m not backing down!” Su Yi said with a smile, his own energy rising as he responded to Ouyang Ran’s challenge.
As Ouyang Ran launched his fiery punch, Su Yi’s body seemed to glow with light. He stepped forward, his energy condensing into a powerful strike of his own. With a sudden burst, he launched his fist forward, meeting Ouyang Ran’s in mid-air.
The collision was nothing short of explosive.
“Boom!”
A shockwave of energy spread across the arena, as if the very air itself was being torn apart. Flames and power swirled around them, creating a dazzling display of force.
The ground trembled as the two combatants exchanged blows. Su Yi’s fist, infused with the strength of the Heavenly Tiger Art, collided with Ouyang Ran’s fiery energy.
The crowd fell silent, watching the battle unfold. Su Yi had put everything into this clash. His energy surged with an unyielding force, and Ouyang Ran’s once-confident fist faltered.
For a moment, everything seemed to freeze.
“Boom!”
The two forces collided with devastating impact, sending shockwaves throughout the arena. Ouyang Ran, unable to maintain his stance, was sent flying backward. Blood spilled from his mouth as he crashed against the edge of the arena, his body sliding for several meters before finally coming to a halt.
Su Yi, although rocked by the clash, remained standing, steadying himself as the energy around him dissipated.
The onlookers were stunned into silence.
“Boss Su Yi is unstoppable!” Zhang Qing and Qing Chao cheered, unable to contain their excitement. Su Yi had once again proven himself in a spectacular fashion.
“This young man’s power is remarkable,” one of the elders on the high platform commented. “I cannot recall any disciple with such strength in recent memory. Truly impressive!”
