Chapter 805
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Chapter 805: Cheng Qingfeng, Who Wanted to Cry but Couldn’t!
“The final battle is destined to be between Nanan Ruyu and Overlord Sect’s Yi Su!”
Many believed the ultimate showdown for the title of Heavenly Proud Emperor would come down to Overlord Sect’s Yi Su and the Saint Child of the Sacred Mountain, Nanan Ruyu.
“Not necessarily. There could still be a dark horse. The outcome is far from certain!”
Some held reservations, unsure of what twists the future held.
Just like before the Saint Martial Assembly began—who could have predicted that Overlord Sect’s Yi Su, an obscure disciple, would turn out so fierce? He had single-handedly slain dozens of disciples from the Sacred Mountain, including the fearsome Chu Changhuan, with ruthless precision.
If it hadn’t been witnessed firsthand, who would have believed such an account from the start?
Amid the thunderous cheers and mounting anticipation, Ouyang Yuanfeng raised his hand, signaling for quiet. The crowd’s fervor gradually settled.
Standing before the thirty-two outstanding individuals atop the golden boulders, Ouyang Yuanfeng spoke, his tone solemn: “You thirty-two are the future of the Central Region. The upcoming matches will differ from the battles in the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm. These are one-on-one duels. No external items like Soul Controlling Killing Talismans or Spirit Shielding Talismans will be allowed. Deliberate injury will be harshly punished!”
His voice echoed clearly, heard by all.
As was tradition, the final thirty-two contenders in the Saint Martial Assembly were the finest talents from various sects. No sect could afford to endure unnecessary losses. Hence, strict rules were in place for these duels—no external aids, no lethal actions, no exceptions.
Su Yi listened, his expression calm and unreadable.
“The time has come. The final showdown will consist of five rounds, with matchups decided randomly. Success will depend on your strength and your luck!”
As Ouyang Yuanfeng finished speaking, a resounding bell rang out across the sky.
Boom!
The thirty-two golden boulders, transformed into the Sanctified Martial Platforms, began to rotate. Golden light erupted, soaring skyward and radiating a divine aura that caused the entire plaza to tremble. The earth beneath quaked as the light illuminated the surrounding mountains.
The lineups of the Five Sects, Three Gates, Yutian Palace, Sacred Mountain, and other major powers all fixed their anxious and expectant gazes on the platforms.
Rumble…
Golden light filled the square, illuminating the void as the thirty-two golden boulders spun faster, colliding and merging until they transformed into sixteen massive golden platforms.
The golden glow dissipated, the air grew calm, and on each platform stood two figures, facing one another from opposite ends.
Su Yi looked ahead and recognized his opponent—a somewhat familiar but not entirely significant figure. It was Cheng Qingfeng, who had won multiple matches in the Central Region’s martial arts stages before being defeated by Xu Chen.
Su Yi recalled Xi Wuqing mentioning that Cheng Qingfeng was a disciple of the Qishan Spear Gate. However, he paid little attention to his current opponent. He scanned the other platforms, observing everyone paired off and ready for battle.
Boom!
When the platforms stabilized, the contestants locked eyes with their opponents, their expressions serious and focused.
Yet some gazed at their matchups with dismay—such as Nanan Ruyu’s opponent, whose face was filled with dread.
Cheng Qingfeng, who had made it into the top thirty-two, had been thrilled. But seeing his current adversary, he could only feel helpless despair.
“Let the final battle begin!”
Ouyang Yuanfeng’s commanding voice echoed across the void, sparking a tidal wave of cheers. The crowd’s excitement surged, shaking the heavens.
At the same time, powerful energy erupted from the sixteen golden platforms. Fierce auras clashed, and qi roared like storms sweeping through the air.
Bang!
The platforms came alive as beams of light shot into the sky, colliding and reverberating with a deafening boom.
On the platforms, the fighters wasted no time, unleashing their power in fierce combat. Energy rippled across the arena as their strikes collided, creating shockwaves that echoed across the land.
Each contender displayed exceptional skill, igniting the crowd’s fervor. Those aiming to advance knew they needed to defeat their opponents swiftly to conserve energy for the next round. Every duel was a test of strength, strategy, and endurance.
The entire Central Region watched intently. No one wanted to lose their opening battle—it would be humiliating. This was a chance to gain renown, to shine on the grandest stage. Even those certain of their defeat resolved to give their all.
Su Yi’s eyes surveyed the other contestants: Gong Qianxing, Mu Yao, Jian Wuque, Shao Sijun, Feng Qingnong, Cheng Yanhuan, and other celebrated figures. They had yet to encounter each other in this tournament.
This made Su Yi wonder if the matchups truly were random or if there was more at play.
His attention returned to Cheng Qingfeng, who stood gripping his spear tightly. Cheng’s expression was grim, knowing the stakes.
“The Central Region is watching,” he muttered to himself. Gritting his teeth, he made up his mind. Golden light flared around him as he activated his energy.
“I know how strong you are, but I won’t back down!” Cheng Qingfeng shouted, lunging forward.
Golden energy spiraled beneath his feet, swirling upward like a vortex as his spear gleamed with dazzling brilliance. His aura surged, the power of the first level of the Yuan True Realm radiating from him.
Buzz!
The spear hummed, releasing faint sounds of wind and thunder. A golden silhouette materialized—a strange beast formed of light—charging directly at Su Yi.
“Hmm?”
Su Yi raised an eyebrow in slight surprise. Just days ago, Cheng Qingfeng had been at the peak of the Yuan Spirit Realm’s Ninth Grade. Now, he had broken through to the Yuan True Realm. It was likely a result of his experiences in the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm.
That breakthrough had propelled Cheng Qingfeng into the top thirty-two, but it wouldn’t be enough to intimidate Su Yi.
