Chapter 56
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Chapter 56: Revealing the Treasure
Beneath the fighting platform, Qu Yiping’s face twisted in shock. His mind screamed: Impossible! When did he reach the Connecting Orifices stage?
"Ye Yun," Duan Chenfeng spoke with uncharacteristic gravity from the arena, his earlier arrogance replaced by solemn intensity. "I want you to survive this strike."
Ye Yun’s eyes flickered imperceptibly. The sudden shift in Duan Chenfeng’s demeanor puzzled him—this wasn’t just testing strength, but carried hidden intentions. Those barely perceptible flickers in Duan Chenfeng’s eyes suggested darker motives: perhaps to cripple him before the sect trial through "accidental" excessive force.
Let him play his game then.
"Enough chatter." Ye Yun sneered with deliberate provocation, treating his opponent like some low-level novice rather than a Connecting Orifices expert wielding enhanced spiritual weapons. "Just attack already."
Duan Chenfeng’s face darkened. The black and white light between his palms coalesced into a searing orb. With thunderous detonation, the explosion blinded spectators—a miniature sun swallowing Ye Yun whole.
Though maintaining his defensive stance, Ye Yun secretly relaxed. When the amplified spiritual power struck, he let himself be hurled skyward like a spinning top, soaring ten zhang high.
Even distant observer Nan Cheng paled. This should have been fatal—why hadn’t the prudent Ye Yun surrendered? Yet as the dust cleared, his eyes narrowed at the descending figure…
Duan Chenfeng’s brow twitched in disbelief. No blood? No broken bones?
Gasps erupted as Ye Yun landed feet-first, swaying slightly but otherwise intact save for bloodied lips. The shockwave made nearby disciples stagger, faces whitening as if they’d taken the blow themselves.
Duan Chenfeng furrowed his brows, his expression shifting unpredictably as he hesitated to act, seemingly deep in thought.
Ye Yun kept his head slightly lowered, maintaining a low-key demeanor while slowly regulating his breathing.
“Hahahahaha!”
Suddenly, Duan Chenfeng erupted into maniacal laughter.
All present disciples froze, bewildered by his outburst.
Yet at that moment, Ye Yun’s brow twitched.
He distinctly saw Duan Chenfeng flash him a meaningful look.
Before Ye Yun could decipher it, Duan Chenfeng roared, “Seems I gave you too much time to catch your breath!”
As he laughed wildly, spiritual power surged unrestrained from Duan Chenfeng’s body. He unleashed a relentless barrage of punches, each strike leaving swirling vortices of light beams that warped the surrounding space.
Ye Yun’s body was battered like a training sandbag, flung repeatedly into the air before crashing down.
After over a dozen blows, Duan Chenfeng finally halted, his spiritual power fully drained, his face icy.
Thud!
Ye Yun slammed onto the ground.
Gasps erupted as the battered youth staggered upright once more.
Ye Yun’s pallor was genuine this time. Though the black and white lights within him had absorbed most of the spiritual power’s impact, even the residual force had pushed his body to its limits. His spiritual reserves were nearly empty.
“Still standing?” Duan Chenfeng’s eyes narrowed lethally. With a cold snort, his spiritual weapon vanished, replaced by two top-grade spirit stones glowing with pure light in his palms.
“In your state, my slight recovery will mark your end.”
He sneered and began absorbing the stones’ spiritual energy.
“Why won’t Ye Yun surrender?”
Even Qu Yiping below grew suspicious, wondering if Ye Yun harbored some secret mission like his own.
Those at the Connecting Orifices stage refined spirit stones ten times faster than Internal Breathing practitioners. With Ye Yun’s reserves exhausted, even matching Duan Chenfeng’s two top-grade stones wouldn’t close the recovery gap.
Without spiritual power, Ye Yun couldn’t survive another strike.
Yet Ye Yun simply lifted his head impassively.
A jade pill bottle reappeared in his hand.
He opened it meticulously, tipping a single drop of spiritual liquid into his mouth.
A wine-like scent permeated the air.
Instantly, Ye Yun’s body shuddered violently as spiritual power roared through him.
Elder Lan and Elder Chunyu Yan exchanged stunned glances.
Only a monster like Elder Seven could brew such potent liquid!
Now accustomed to the icy surge, Ye Yun breathed steadily until faint color returned to his cheeks.
“Still fighting, Duan?”
He extended his right fist toward Duan Chenfeng. A gentle white halo shimmered around it, energy pulsing to break free.
“What liquid is this?!”
“How can it restore power so quickly?!”
“Even Huangya Recovering Pills aren’t this fast!”
Most disciples, unaware of Ye Yun’s ties to Elder Seven, nearly rioted in frenzy. Only the elders’ presence prevented chaos.
Huangya Pills were already beyond their reach – this miraculous liquid defied belief!
Near the arena, Yu Minghong’s eyes suddenly widened.
After intense blinking, he leaped up shouting:
“Victory! Brother Ye wins!”
His cry cut through the greed-stirred crowd like icy water, jolting them back to reality.
