Volume 2: Breaking into Fengdu Chapter 92: Fighting Innate Masters (Part 2)

The speed and power of Flying Stone—if Xu Yan used full force at close range, he could even crack stone tablets. “Strike stone and carve monuments” was precisely one of the characteristics of five-meridian innate martial artists.

Xu Yan didn’t want to kill anyone, especially when his opponent was a Ghost King Gate hall master. Defeating Yin Fuyou was enough, so when he launched his flying stone, he held back most of his strength. Even so, Yin Fuyou’s nasal bone was shattered, and healing properly was basically impossible.

“Second Brother!”

The crowd below parted, and a chubby youth rushed forward in a few steps. After checking Yin Fuyou’s injuries, he glared at the stage with gritted teeth.

“Dare to injure my brother Yin Fuzuo—kid, you’re tired of living!”

Stomping up the arena in several steps, the fat youth cupped his hands toward the Grand Guardian. He actually didn’t go to the Testing Sword Stone Tablet but stood directly on the stage, drawing the long sword from his back with killing intent covering his face.

Yin Fuyou was Hundred Flowers Hall’s deputy hall master, so his older brother Yin Fuzuo was naturally Hundred Flowers Hall’s hall master. When a hall master took the stage, sword testing wasn’t required.

Seeing Yin Fuzuo take the stage, Zhuo Shaoyu frowned slightly, his face showing some displeasure, though he said nothing.

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old Xu Yan was extremely rare in Zhuo Shaoyu’s view. To possess three-meridian innate at this age—with a few more years of hard training, he would definitely advance further. If he was defeated by Yin Fuzuo, wouldn’t that mean losing the best candidate for guardian?

Yin Fuzuo was a hall master. Since he had taken the stage, Zhuo Shaoyu couldn’t interrupt the match and could only wait and see. In his view, even if Xu Yan lost, he wouldn’t let such talent go. He would at least keep him nearby, because his father most needed this kind of young three-meridian master.

Thinking of his father’s grand plan, a coldness and cruelty flowed in Zhuo Shaoyu’s eyes, though he quickly concealed it.

On the arena, the fat-bodied Yin Fuzuo and his brother could be described as one fat and one thin. After taking the stage, he said nothing and swung his sword to attack. Don’t let this one’s fat body fool you—his movements were actually very agile, and his techniques were experienced, even more troublesome than his brother Yin Fuyou.

Raising his blade to block, after one strike Xu Yan felt his arms go numb. This fat man’s strength was much greater than his brother’s, and that long sword was also much wider than ordinary swords. Only after engaging did Xu Yan realize his opponent’s weapon was extremely heavy.

Heavy sword!

A heavy sword that only iron cavalry charging on battlefields would use was being wielded on foot, and it flew about like sword rain. That broad sword weighing at least thirty to fifty pounds was like paper in Yin Fuzuo’s hands, as if it had no weight at all.

What tremendous strength!

While Xu Yan was secretly alarmed, he abandoned imitating those masters’ techniques. Relying on his agile form, he dodged left and right, actually not attacking at all but focusing entirely on evasion.

To outsiders, Xu Yan on stage was already forced to jump around like a monkey, while the fat Yin Fuzuo was more like a monkey trainer. This second match was obviously more entertaining than the previous fights, though the outcome was already decided.

Sword wind whistled on the arena. Yin Fuzuo swung his broad sword like a fan, impenetrable as wind and rain. Xu Yan retreated step by step, only able to move around the arena’s edge. Several times he nearly got knocked off the platform, sweating profusely and obviously overwhelmed.

Xu Yan was indeed tired, because the disguise of sweating couldn’t be faked to look real—only by desperately fleeing could it work.

As soon as Yin Fuzuo made his move, Xu Yan determined he wasn’t his match. Unless he used four-meridian or higher true qi, he couldn’t break through the opponent’s heavy sword. But doing so would let Zhuo Shaoyu completely discover his strength. Rather than having his foundation seen through, using wit was more practical.

After the time of one incense stick, Xu Yan on the arena was almost completely soaked. Not only was he covered in sweat, his eyes had become extremely weary. Seeing him in such a state, Yin Fuzuo burst into proud laughter, added force to his hands, and slashed out horizontally with one sword.

The sword was slashed out but couldn’t be pulled back.

As Yin Fuzuo swung out this sword with full force, his fat body also charged forward, wanting to use this sword to knock his opponent off the arena. Unfortunately, his footing wasn’t stable. After a miserable cry of “Aowu,” this Hundred Flowers Hall master staggered and was carried out of the arena by his own force. His fat body flew out, and the spectators below immediately scattered with a whoosh.

A thin person could be caught—at worst, they’d get hit once. But if Yin Fuzuo’s massive bulk hit someone, they’d lose half their life. So with a muffled grunt, Yin Fuzuo performed a perfect face-plant, teeth hitting the ground first, followed by his fat face. This fall left him dizzy and bloody.

Wailing rose from below the stage. Yin Fuzuo wasn’t covering his face but clutching his feet and rolling around. His fat face was twitching in pain. Only by removing his shoes could one discover that both of this fellow’s fat feet had dents in their tops—the foot bones had been cleanly broken!

After pretending to be a monkey for so long and deliberately working up a sweat, Xu Yan’s disguise had indeed fooled everyone. But when he suddenly launched his flying stone this time, Zhuo Shaoyu sitting nearby obviously showed a flicker in his gaze.

Though Xu Yan’s first victory was somewhat strange, Zhuo Shaoyu hadn’t paid much attention. But this second round had Hundred Flowers Hall’s hall master personally taking action. Yin Fuzuo’s realm was comparable to Yin Fuyou’s, but he was several years older with experience and strength incomparable to that deputy hall master. Among Ghost King Gate’s three-meridian innate, there weren’t many who could completely defeat Yin Fuzuo.

Precisely because he carefully observed the second match, Zhuo Shaoyu discovered Xu Yan’s hidden methods. Though that flying stone technique was very concealed, Zhuo Shaoyu saw it clearly.

“Hidden weapons?”

Zhuo Shaoyu murmured quietly in the distance, his face showing a trace of approval as he nodded slightly.

Arena competition was only about victory and defeat. As for what weapons were used, no one would care. If someone won by relying on superior hidden weapons, that was also their skill.

Having won two consecutive rounds, Xu Yan on the arena wiped his sweat and again showed that honest, foolish smile, waiting for the final match.

As long as he won three consecutive rounds, he would be today’s third victor and could become a Ghost King Gate guardian.

The sky had already darkened. Countless torches were lit around the arena, illuminating the huge wooden platform bright as day. The area around the arena was packed with people—not only Ghost King Gate members watching the excitement but countless common folk as well.

The surrounding clamor made Xu Yan irritated again.

Because night had already fallen, if he couldn’t quickly seize guardian qualifications, Third Sister would truly be walking into the tiger’s mouth.

Without waiting long, another figure parted the crowd and came to the Testing Sword Stone Tablet. This person didn’t use blade or sword but held a strange fan that appeared thin as paper yet could easily carve a three-inch mark on the stone tablet. Ignoring the Grand Guardian’s extremely ugly expression, he went directly onto the arena.

This was an elegant young man who seemed like an aristocratic young master, with large earlobes that made him appear very amiable.

“I have no interest in the guardian position.” The newcomer looked at Xu Yan and said with great interest, “This young master didn’t take the stage for the guardian position—I came for you!”