Chapter 219
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Chapter 219: A Sword Without Flash
The enormous Gentleman’s Sword slashed down from the sky, landing directly above Ye Yun’s head.
The unstoppable Divine Sword cleaved through the air, seemingly splitting Ye Yun’s body in two. The crowd gasped in disbelief—how could this strike, despite its power, cut down someone who’d just displayed such formidable cultivation?
Even Ming Siyu froze, his face tightening as he stared. With a flick of his right hand, the Gentleman’s Sword returned to his palm as a streak of light.
But the bisected figure of Ye Yun began dissolving into shimmering fragments, vanishing like mist.
“Not bad,” Ye Yun’s voice rang out behind Ming Siyu. “You actually struck my remnant shadow.”
Ming Siyu whirled around, pale-faced, to find Ye Yun standing several paces away, hands clasped behind his back, lips curled in mockery.
“Impossible!” Ming Siyu’s voice trembled. His blade had never failed—opponents either fell or fled. Yet here stood Ye Yun, unharmed.
The composure Ming Siyu had worn earlier evaporated. His murderous intent wavered, replaced by creeping doubt. He’d been certain of victory—killing a mere Registered Disciple of the Shadowless Peak’s Master carried manageable risks. But this…
Ye Yun’s chuckle cut through the silence. “I promised you three strikes, Senior Brother Ming. That was one. Two remain.”
Ming Siyu’s eye twitched. Retreat meant losing face; attacking meant facing uncertainty.
Whispers rippled through the disciples:
“The Peak Master chose well—his strength nears the pinnacle of Qi refining!”
“He’ll join the top ten disciples soon.”
“But provoke Junzi Hall’s second-in-command, and Senior Brother Yang might…”
“Hush! If Yang reached Foundation Establishment…”
Ming Siyu’s glare swept the crowd, hunting the murmurers.
Ye Yun stepped forward, voice thunderous. “Well, Senior Brother Ming? Strike or yield?”
Pressure rolled off the younger disciple—not overwhelming, yet undeniable. Ming Siyu’s fingers tightened around his sword hilt.
He knew today’s matter couldn’t end so easily. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he slightly raised the Gentleman’s Sword, light and shadows swirling around its blade.
“A modest gentleman, gentle as polished jade.”
He chanted softly. The Gentleman’s Sword erupted with a hundred zhang radiance that pierced the heavens, coalescing into a protective dome above him.
“I’ve made my sword move. Now it’s your turn. This stance is called Gentleman’s Courtesy. Break it, and we’ll consider today’s matter settled.” Ming Siyu’s voice sounded calm, yet carried a faint tremble beneath its forced gentleness.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
When Ming Siyu raised his sword, everyone expected an attack. As Junzi Hall’s second-in-command known for his arrogance and cruelty – always the bully, never the bullied – how could he endure Ye Yun’s mockery without retaliation?
Yet shockingly, he’d chosen defense over offense, grandly naming it “Gentleman’s Courtesy”. On surface, it seemed he held control over life and death. In truth, fear drove him – desperate to retreat without losing face. If Ye Yun broke the defense, Ming Siyu could claim magnanimity. If not, he’d expose Ye Yun as all speed and no substance, then crush him.
The scheming Ming Siyu thought himself clever.
Ye Yun blinked in surprise. Instead of a second attack, he faced this defensive posture.
“My thanks for Senior Brother Ming’s…mercy.” Ye Yun laughed, sarcasm dripping from his gratitude.
The Purple Shadow Sword materialized in his palm, rippling like water.
Suddenly Ye Yun’s aura transformed – becoming vast as the Ancient Mountain of the Gods, immeasurably profound.
His sword thrust forward slowly, devoid of flourish or visible power.
Bystanders exchanged confused glances. Was Ye Yun backing down too? Giving both sides an excuse to retreat?
Ming Siyu frowned. Though sensing no power in the strike, he remained wary. Pouring all his true qi into defense, he maintained his glowing sword canopy.
The purple blade crept forward, slowing until Ye Yun closed his eyes.
Disappointment spread. Spectators had hoped for dazzling brilliance, not this timid compromise. Perhaps Junzi Hall’s reputation intimidated Ye Yun – unwise for someone not yet among Shadowless Peak’s top ten disciples to make enemies.
As the Purple Shadow Sword touched the luminous canopy –
CRACK!
Purple light exploded from every direction. The defensive dome shattered. Sword radiance flooded over Ming Siyu.
A blood-curdling scream erupted as his body flew backward, painting the air crimson.
The violet glare vanished instantly.
Ye Yun stood calmly, sneering. Thirty zhang away, Ming Siyu lay crumpled, robes bloodied, jade-like features twisted in agony.
“A gentleman keeps his composure, Senior Brother.” Ye Yun mockingly waved his hand. The fallen Gentleman’s Sword quivered before flying to his grasp.
With a touch of true qi, he erased Ming Siyu’s spiritual mark from the blade. “Since you’ve forgotten gentlemanly conduct, I’ll keep this sword.”
“No!” Ming Siyu choked through bloody lips, struggling to rise. “My Master gifted that! You’ll regret this!”
Ye Yun ignored him, plucking the blade to produce a clear chime. “Fine craftsmanship.” Storing it in his Thunder Sound Metamorphosis ring, he vanished into the Task Hall.
“Have my Contribution Points been recorded?”
