Chapter 47
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Chapter 47: Battle with Yu Youwei
“Leave the rest to me!”
Yi Qianmo glanced at everyone, his voice resolute. “This is my personal matter with Yu Youwei. If you don’t want to die, you’d better not meddle.”
“Did you hear that?” Zhou Lanting withdrew his blade, his tone cold as he addressed the Xuanyuan Sect disciples. “Just watch quietly, or I’ll take your lives!”
The cultivators of Tianyuan Academy exchanged pleased glances, unexpectedly finding a powerful ally in Zhou Lanting.
Meanwhile, the Xuanyuan Sect disciples, visibly shaken after losing a ninth-level Qi Refining Stage member, dared not provoke the Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator before them.
“I really underestimated you,” Yu Youwei said, her tone laced with disdain as she regained her composure. “But even if you become a fairy, what does it matter? Without this one backing you up, in front of me, you are still just an ant!”
“You don’t have to provoke me.” Yi Qianmo raised his black sword, his gaze unwavering. “I said, this is our personal feud; they won’t interfere.”
“I don’t believe you,” Yu Youwei sneered. “Even as a fairy, you rely on others. You are such a disappointment!”
“Whether you believe it or not is not up to you!” Yi Qianmo’s voice was sharp, his resolve unshakable. “The one with no choice now is you!”
Yu Youwei’s eyes narrowed. “I really regret not finishing you off in the dungeon back then. But this time, I won’t make the same mistake. So what if you’ve ascended? I can still bring you down to the mortal realm!”
With that, she swung her sword. Her spiritual power surged, enveloping the blade in icy energy. As she thrust forward, countless sword shadows materialized, encircling Yi Qianmo like a deadly storm.
“Frozen Sword Qi!”
Su Muyu gasped in astonishment. “She’s mastered such an advanced technique… the rumors were true!”
“Only core disciples are allowed to learn Frozen Sword Qi,” someone whispered. “Yu Youwei must hold an extraordinary position within Xuanyuan Sect.”
“Her talent is terrifying,” another murmured. “She’s been in the sect for less than a month and already wields such power!”
The Xuanyuan Sect disciples seemed to regain some confidence, relieved to see Yu Youwei’s dominance.
Zhou Lanting, however, frowned, his hand subtly tightening around his blade. He was ready to step in if necessary. Protecting Yi Qianmo from death, even by his own foolishness, was paramount.
Under the pressure of Yu Youwei’s sword, Yi Qianmo felt a bone-deep chill. Her spiritual power far exceeded his expectations, even surpassing the Black-aura Giant Ape he had previously defeated.
“Wind of the Xun!”
In a flash, Yi Qianmo’s body blurred. The Frozen Sword Qi missed its target as his speed increased dramatically, allowing him to evade Yu Youwei’s devastating strike.
“How is this possible?” Su Muyu whispered, her shock mirrored by everyone present. “How can he move so fast?”
The battlefield grew silent as Yi Qianmo reappeared, unharmed. His sword flashed toward Yu Youwei, forcing her to parry swiftly.
“Clang, clang, clang!”
Their blades collided, the ringing clash reverberating through the air. The crowd stepped back instinctively, the force of the exchange overwhelming.
No one had expected Yi Qianmo, merely at the second level of the Qi Refining Stage, to stand toe-to-toe with Yu Youwei, who was at the fifth level.
After dozens of exchanges, Yu Youwei found herself on the defensive, struggling against Yi Qianmo’s relentless assault.
“His spiritual power rivals Yu Youwei’s,” someone muttered, disbelief thick in their voice. “How can this be?”
As the clash intensified, Yi Qianmo’s movements became sharper, his attacks fiercer. His strange swordsmanship, elegant and deadly, seemed ancient, as if he had practiced it for lifetimes.
“Clang!”
Their swords separated, the fighters momentarily still. Yu Youwei’s face was a mask of disbelief.
“Is this the Great Yi Sword Technique?” she murmured.
Her fear grew. Yi Qianmo, whom she had known for thirteen years, now felt like a stranger.
“This has just begun, and you’re already afraid?” Yi Qianmo’s mocking smile only deepened her unease. “The flawless Yu family’s eldest daughter, afraid? I must have overestimated you!”
“Hmph!” Yu Youwei retorted, masking her fear with anger. “So what if your sword technique is brilliant? You’re only at the second level of the Qi Refining Stage. Forcing such power will drain your spiritual energy quickly!”
“Thanks for your concern,” Yi Qianmo said with a smirk. “But this spiritual power is enough to defeat you!”
He attacked again, the Wind Word Sword Technique making him a blur of motion.
“Clang, clang, clang!”
Three strikes fell in rapid succession. Yu Youwei’s hand trembled from the impact, her composure slipping.
“You’re too slow!” Yi Qianmo taunted. “You have so much spiritual power, but you don’t know how to wield it. Like a child holding a sword!”
“Finding death!” Yu Youwei roared, her spiritual energy exploding as she thrust her sword.
But her blade found nothing but air. Yi Qianmo had vanished.
“I’m right here!”
His voice came from behind her. Before she could react, his sword pierced toward her back, his tone mocking yet cold.
“So even you can get angry!”