Chapter 806
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Chapter 806: Flame Scale’s Might
The long spear was both ferocious and menacing.
Su Yi raised his head, marveling at Cheng Qingfeng’s exceptional skills.
“Hiss…”
Su Yi moved swiftly, employing the Hundred Transformations Step to deftly evade the golden spear.
Cheng Qingfeng’s expression darkened, but his golden spear spun and surged forward like a serpent’s tail. He launched a powerful technique known as the Horseback Stab.
At the same moment, Su Yi extended his hand. A crimson glow enveloped his palm as he boldly grasped the golden spear with one hand.
“Hiss!”
The spear froze mid-air, unable to advance in Su Yi’s grip. A surge of formidable energy coursed into the weapon, causing it to tremble violently, emitting a resonant hum as though on the verge of shattering.
“Clang, clang…”
The immense force reverberated through Cheng Qingfeng’s hand, eliciting sharp pain. Blood seeped from his palm as he staggered backward, coughing up blood. His face turned deathly pale.
The golden spear, wreathed in crimson light, emitted a thunderous sound as it darted forward like a streak of red lightning, aiming straight for Cheng Qingfeng’s forehead.
The sheer intensity of the aura seemed to slice through space itself, creating a terrifying sound. The spear’s tip loomed large in Cheng Qingfeng’s eyes, its deadly intent seeping into his soul and causing uncontrollable trembling.
Yet, just as the spear approached his forehead, it came to an abrupt halt. The oppressive aura dissipated instantly.
Cheng Qingfeng stared in astonishment at the figure before him. The young man’s imposing presence exuded a destructive force that left him feeling inexplicably uneasy.
“You’ve lost,” Su Yi stated simply, retracting the golden spear before handing it back to Cheng Qingfeng.
Dazed, Cheng Qingfeng instinctively took the spear, his expression blank.
The Spirit Weapon, which he believed he had complete mastery over, had been effortlessly subdued and turned against him. The realization of his powerlessness left him in awe of Su Yi’s strength.
Now understanding why Chu Changhuan had been killed, Cheng Qingfeng realized it was no fluke. The man before him possessed terrifying abilities.
“Thank you!”
Cheng Qingfeng cupped his hands and bowed deeply to Su Yi. Despite Su Yi’s earlier ferocity toward the disciples of Sacred Mountain, he had held back, sparing Cheng Qingfeng and showing deliberate restraint. Grateful, Cheng Qingfeng felt indebted.
Without hesitation, Cheng Qingfeng stowed his golden spear and leapt off the golden boulder. He had lost in one move, but his dignity remained intact.
“Bang!”
In the distance, a muffled explosion rang out as another figure was sent flying from a golden boulder, blood spraying from their lips.
Su Yi glanced over and recognized Nanan Ruyu’s opponent, who had been defeated just as effortlessly.
After dispatching her foe, Nanan Ruyu’s gaze locked onto Su Yi, her eyes gleaming with determination.
Su Yi smirked coldly, dismissing her attention as his eyes scanned the remaining competitors. Fourteen golden boulders were still alight with intense battles. Each contestant represented the pinnacle of the younger generation, a testament to their exceptional talents.
“Roarrr!”
One competitor transformed their spirit into the shape of a ferocious bird, its shadow spreading wide as it roared, exuding an overwhelming aura.
Weapons clashed and danced—swords and spears radiated fierce energy, creating an awe-inspiring spectacle.
The crowd roared with excitement, their cheers reverberating through the sky. Young spectators waved their arms enthusiastically, their eyes filled with admiration and dreams of greatness.
Su Yi narrowed his eyes. Many competitors were exerting their full strength in desperation. However, a select few—Jian Wuque, Gong Qianxing, Shao Sijun, Mu Yao, and Feng Qingnong—seemed to be holding back, conserving their energy for the decisive moments ahead.
Particularly, Su Yi’s attention lingered on Xu Chen and Flame Scale.
Xu Chen faced a white-robed youth who radiated confidence. While this young man, a disciple of Qingyun Sect, boasted impressive skills and strength at the Ninth Grade of Yuan Spirit Realm, he was clearly overshadowed by Xu Chen.
Though powerful enough to challenge a Yuan True Realm cultivator, the white-robed youth was no match for Xu Chen’s enigmatic abilities. From Su Yi’s brief observation, it was evident that Xu Chen could end the battle at any moment but chose to toy with his opponent instead.
It was Flame Scale, however, who truly caught Su Yi’s interest.
Flame Scale faced a formidable woman with a striking, curvaceous figure. Her alluring charm was heightened by her slightly disheveled black hair, yet she exuded a dangerous, commanding presence.
But Flame Scale’s focus never wavered. His body, covered in glimmering black scales, radiated a savage energy. Barehanded, he fought against her sword, the clashes producing sparks and an ear-splitting cacophony. Yet, Flame Scale held his ground without yielding an inch.
The woman’s strength was undeniable, surpassing even the white-robed disciple Xu Chen faced. However, as the battle dragged on, Flame Scale only grew fiercer. His scales acted as both an impenetrable defense and a lethal weapon.
“How peculiar…” Su Yi murmured, observing closely.
Despite his overwhelming physical dominance, Flame Scale seemed to hold back, relying solely on brute force rather than martial techniques. Even so, the woman found herself repeatedly suppressed, unable to gain any advantage.
As Su Yi predicted, the battles on the golden boulders concluded swiftly. One by one, contestants were defeated, including Mu Yao, Jian Wuque, Gong Qianxing, Shao Sijun, and Feng Qingnong.
“Roar!”
The white-robed disciple from Qingyun Sect unleashed his energy, transforming it into a fearsome white serpent-dragon. His face bore a grim expression as he fought with everything he had.
“Boom!”
Xu Chen moved like a streak of lightning. A fierce storm erupted around him, shattering the serpent-dragon illusion. With blinding speed, a claw mark appeared, aimed directly at his opponent.
