Chapter 9
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Chapter 9: Duel
“Whoosh!” “Whoosh!” “Whoosh!”
The thunderous flapping of wings echoed, like an eagle striking dust with its talons.
Ye Yun closed the gap in a few leaps, charging at Liu Yu and throwing a punch straight at his face.
“What’s happening?!”
Liu Yu was utterly terrified. Only overwhelming spiritual pressure could’ve paralyzed him like this.
This defied all reason.
“Ye Yun! You dare act wild even at death’s door?!” Liu Yu screeched, tumbling sideways to dodge the blow.
As Ye Yun lunged again, he froze mid-motion.
A black glow erupted from Liu Yu’s palm—a sword, pitch-black and deadly. Three inches of flickering sword arc coiled at its tip like a viper’s tongue.
A spiritual weapon.
Such treasures were rare. Even outer disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect rarely owned one. Yet here Liu Yu held a sword-shaped spiritual weapon, its Spiritual Power Waves radiating menace.
“The Heavenly Sword Sect’s fame lies in swordsmanship. You see this low-grade spiritual weapon, Ye Yun. Though inferior, it’s beyond your skill. Kneel and beg, and I’ll spare you.” Liu Yu’s threat rang hollow—the earlier spiritual pressure still shook his confidence.
Ye Yun tensed. He’d only heard tales of spiritual weapons. They could slice iron like cloth, channel spiritual power for remote control, and strike with terrifying precision.
Spiritual weapons ranked as low, middle, or high-grade. Even a low-grade one could stall Ye Yun if Liu Yu mastered it.
Cold eyes locked on the black spiritual sword’s wavering sword arc, Ye Yun suddenly twisted his stance—
And shot forward like lightning.
No hesitation. No retreat.
Without combat skills or cultivation techniques, Ye Yun relied solely on his black and white light-enhanced body. His speed left a remnant shadow in the air.
A fist blazing with spiritual power rocketed toward Liu Yu’s chest, ignoring the spiritual sword entirely.
Despair flooded Liu Yu’s eyes. The weapon was just a bluff—he lacked the spiritual power to wield it.
Ye Yun’s ruthless strike came too fast.
The crushing blow would shatter his five internal organs. Death loomed.
“Why?!”
Confusion mingled with Liu Yu’s terror. Without that earlier pressure, Ye Yun wouldn’t have cornered him.
“Outrageous!!”
A furious roar thundered from afar. A gale-force wind slammed into Liu Yu an instant before Ye Yun’s fist connected.
Liu Yu’s body jerked sideways. The iron fist smashed his left arm instead.
*Crack!*
The arm exploded in a burst of blood and bone.
“Outrageous!!”
Another sharp shout rang out.
This shout shook the air like thunderclap, making everyone’s eardrums throb painfully.
Several figures descended like sharpened blades moments later.
Three black-robed Heavenly Sword Sect disciples stood tall with stern expressions. The purple sword emblem on their chests marked them as hall of sect regulations members.
Even these outer sect elites from various peaks had reportedly broken through body refinement stage, comprehending spiritual energy’s flow to reach the second cultivation layer – Qi refining stage.
The Qi refining stage was worlds apart from body refinement. Body refinement involved tempering flesh, expanding meridians, and purifying blood – yet remained limited to the physical realm. Even at Body Refinement Stage Seven’s Comprehending Qi phase, one could only vaguely sense spiritual energy and gradually absorb wisps to strengthen the body.
Qi refining meant true condensation of worldly spiritual energy. Cultivators at this stage transformed absorbed energy into true qi that enhanced their bodies and could be projected externally to strike distant foes.
A single Qi refining expert could slaughter hundreds like Ye Yun effortlessly.
Previously, hall of sect regulations disciples had struck Ye Yun as both formidable and fair.
Would these men uphold that fairness now?
The three black-robed disciples stared icily at Ye Yun.
Ye Yun inhaled deeply, skin prickling as if pierced by frozen needles.
"What occurred here?" The lead regulation disciple fixed Liu Yu with a glacial stare.
Despite his severed arm and sweat-drenched pallor, Liu Yu gasped through pain-fueled relief: "Qin Qianhan! This servant disciple defied Liu Daolie’s authority, ambushed me, and committed insubordination. He must be executed!"
Qin Qianhan’s eyebrow twitched. His frosty gaze shifted to Ye Yun. "Name?"
"Ye Yun."
The black-robed man sneered. "A servant disciple wounding Tian Zhu Peak’s member merits death. Any last words?"
"You overlook crucial details," Ye Yun countered calmly.
Qin Qianhan’s lips curled. "Do enlighten me."
Ye Yun gestured at Liu Yu. "Sect law forbids spiritual weapon use except in formal duels, law enforcement, or by true inheritors. His weapon use here violates multiple statutes."
Coldness and murderous intent flashed through Qin Qianhan’s eyes. Unlike Liu Daolie and Liu Yu, hall disciples couldn’t afford scandals – the sect’s iron-fisted elders imposed far harsher punishments on their own.
"Liu Yu? Your account?"
The one-armed disciple trembled, realization dawning.
"Ambush… or formal duel?" Qin Qianhan pressed sharply.
Liu Yu caught the unspoken cue. "Forgive my injury-addled speech, brother. We were publicly dueling – all witnesses confirm this."
"If true, no fault lies with you." Qin Qianhan turned to Ye Yun. "Response?"
"Wolves guarding the sheepfold," Ye Yun smirked.
Palpable killing intent erupted from Qin Qianhan. "Repeat that!"
Ye Yun ignored him. "Since this ‘fair duel’ continues, let fate decide our ends."
Qin Qianhan reined in his murderous aura. "Liu Yu, tend your wounds. Resume your… clash when ready."
Liu Yu grinned viciously. Earlier spiritual power disruptions had prevented weapon summoning, but Qin Qianhan’s intervention bought precious recovery time. Now he’d unleash his spiritual weapon and crush this ant!
