manynovel Chapter 75 Winter Vacation (6) - Standing Firm
Chapter 75 Winter Vacation (6) - Standing Firm
"Please welcome challenger number 0607 to the stage!"
Qian Yuhan picked up the exquisite and mysterious mask and gently put it on. The mask covered most of his face, but it could not hide the determined light in his eyes and the confidence revealed by the slightly upturned corners of his lips.
He strode confidently toward the arena, the center of attention. His original plan was to step onto this stage, full of challenges and opportunities, the very next day.
However, just now, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: if he could fight all the way from the beginning to the final finish line, it would undoubtedly be a huge test and tempering of his own limits! This thought made his blood boil and a strong impulse surged from the depths of his heart.
At this moment, he had only one belief in his heart—to break through his own limitations and overcome all difficulties! Every step seemed to carry endless power. The arena drew closer and closer, and his heart pounded with excitement. The surrounding noise and cheers were gradually left behind. The whole world seemed to consist only of him and the arena where the fierce duel was about to unfold.
Qian Yuhan stood on the arena, head held high and chest out, exuding an air of confidence. The opposing arena champion looked down at the little Qian Yuhan with haughty disdain.
The man slowly spoke, "Boy, I don't want to hurt you. You'd better get down here quickly."
"Thank you, brother, but I'm not afraid of anyone!"
A seemingly casual conversation instantly ignited a battle. Hearing Qian Yuhan's words, "I fear no one," reach the audience's ears ignited their passion!
"Go for it, kid!!"
"Great courage! I believe in you!!"
"Go! Go!!"
The cheers from the audience rose and fell, almost all of them encouraging Qian Yuhan. This inevitably annoyed the champion, who then unleashed his martial spirit.
"Duan Jiaxu, Class 5 of the Royal-level program at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Level 35 Battle Soul Venerable!"
Three spirit rings, two yellow and one purple, appeared beneath his feet, and he took out a longsword. The sword was very thin, deep red in color, and emitted a blood-red mist.
"The Soul-Chasing Sword," Qian Yuhan murmured.
At the academy, Qian Yuhan read many books about sword-type martial spirits, including one about the "Soul Chasing Sword" martial spirit.
"Han, a level 39 Battle Soul Master, please enlighten me!"
Qian Yuhan spoke calmly, her expression serene and unwavering. But to the audience and Duan Jiaxu opposite her, it was like a thunderclap from a clear sky—
"What?! A Soul Master?! A level 39 Soul Master?! I must have misheard."
"You heard right, I also heard a level 39 Soul Master."
"Holy crap, what kind of monster is this?! This child isn't even ten years old yet, and he's already a Soul Master?!"
The audience erupted in murmurs, all expressing astonishment!
What surprised them even more was Qian Yuhan's subsequent actions...
Qian Yuhan raised his right hand. As he did so, a point of light suddenly appeared in the air in front of his right hand and rapidly expanded at a visible speed, eventually forming a dazzling sphere of light.
Just as everyone was marveling at this miraculous sight, the sphere of light suddenly underwent a strange change. It gradually stretched and deformed, transforming in the blink of an eye into an extremely sharp sword-shaped object.
Qian Yuhan stared intently at the sword as it took shape. Once it was fully formed, he reached out and grasped the hilt without hesitation. In an instant, the dazzling light that had surrounded the sword seemed to be summoned, receding like a tide. Then, a magnificent platinum longsword was revealed in Qian Yuhan's hand.
This sword is about three feet long, its blade displaying an elegant platinum hue. The sword's lines are fluid and beautiful, possessing both a sharp edge and an air of elegance and nobility. Without a doubt, this is Qian Yuhan's martial spirit—the Divine Sword of Light!
When the Divine Sword of Light appeared in Qian Yuhan's hand, the Soul-Chasing Sword in Duan Jiaxu's hand trembled involuntarily—yes, it was the tremor of his martial spirit. The Soul-Chasing Sword seemed to tremble as a commoner dared not look directly at an emperor, fearing that he would be directly annihilated for offending his majesty.
"My martial spirit... what's going on..." Duan Jiaxu stared blankly at the Soul-Chasing Sword in his hand, muttering in a panic.
Just as I was wondering what was going on, the Soul-Chasing Sword vanished, seemingly afraid of facing the Martial Soul in Qian Yuhan's hand, and... uh... ran away?
No matter how Duan Jiaxu summoned it, the Soul-Chasing Sword ignored him...
"Uh, then to be fair, I won't use my martial soul either."
As he spoke, Qian Yuhan withdrew his martial spirit. The moment the Divine Sword of Light disappeared, the terrifying martial spirit pressure that had filled the entire arena also vanished.
"Damn it! You, you actually—" Duan Jiaxu clenched his fist, seemingly furious at Qian Yuhan for taking back his martial soul, and threw a punch directly at Qian Yuhan.
In fact, Qian Yuhan hadn't expected that his Bright Divine Sword Martial Soul would have such a terrifying suppressive effect on Duan Jiaxu's Soul-Chasing Sword Martial Soul. Qian Yuhan really wanted to be fair and suggested switching to hand-to-hand combat with Duan Jiaxu, but obviously Duan Jiaxu didn't think that way...
Qian Yuhan's eyes were tightly closed, and his soul power surged rapidly within him like a raging tide. He gathered all his soul power into his right arm, and a dazzling light gradually emanated from around his fist. As the light grew brighter, Qian Yuhan suddenly opened his eyes, roared, and slammed his right fist, carrying unparalleled power, fiercely towards Duan Jiaxu!
Upon seeing this, Duan Jiaxu, who was burly and more than two heads taller and twice as strong as Qian Yuhan, also raised his thick fist to meet the attack without showing any weakness.
Just when everyone thought it was going to be a fierce collision, an astonishing scene unfolded—the instant their fists made contact, an unimaginably powerful impact erupted from Qian Yuhan's fist, and Duan Jiaxu flew straight backward like a kite with a broken string.
In mid-air, Duan Jiaxu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, leaving a shocking trail of blood in the air. Immediately afterward, he crashed heavily into a large tree trunk beside the square with a loud bang. The entire tree shook violently, and leaves fluttered down from the trees.
Duan Jiaxu's body slowly slid down the tree trunk, eventually collapsing to the ground, unconscious... The scene was deathly silent; everyone was speechless, stunned by the astonishing scene before them.
Some people snapped out of their daze, but still clapped with a slightly bewildered look. One person, two people, and the entire audience in the square spontaneously began to applaud.
The challengers in the waiting area didn't see what happened and were all standing on tiptoe to look at the ring.
Instead of enjoying the applause, Qian Yuhan sat cross-legged to recover her soul power, seizing every moment to face each match in her best condition, which was also a challenge.
One match, two matches… it continued until the final match on the second day, with Qian Yuhan winning every single one. No one could defeat him, and the audience, initially shocked, eventually felt that Qian Yuhan's victories were perfectly normal.
After each victory, the audience would shout "Han!"
For the past two days, Qian Yuhan has been primarily engaged in close-quarters combat, using the most primal methods to unleash his potential and hone his physical strength. The combined enhancements from the two immortal herbs and the Divine Sword of Light have made Qian Yuhan's physical strength far surpass that of ordinary people.
Qian Yuhan never expected the Light God Sword to have such terrifying suppressive power against weapon spirits. She hadn't experienced anything significant during her previous battle with Zhao Ke. What Qian Yuhan didn't know was that Zhao Ke fought to the death in every match. The Seven Kill Sword spirit, being a top-tier spirit, naturally didn't have such a pronounced suppressive effect, but it was still considerable, and Zhao Ke could still summon it.
Compared to the Seven Kill Sword, the Soul Chasing Sword is nothing, let alone the Divine Sword of Light.
Qian Yuhan originally wanted to practice his swordsmanship, but now it's turned into practicing his movement and fist techniques, which isn't a problem.
Before we knew it, it was the third day.
"Miss, the current champion of the arena is that guy named 'Han,' who is said to be extremely strong. Although he is only a Soul Master and his soul power level is not as high as yours, but—"
Beside the spacious and bustling square stood a quaint teahouse. The teahouse's pavilion was uniquely designed, with flying eaves, carved railings, and an elegant aesthetic. At that moment, Ouyang Luoxue sat gracefully atop the pavilion, gently holding a steaming cup of fragrant tea, her gaze serenely sweeping over the crowded square below.
Her silky long hair cascaded casually over her shoulders, and her snow-white dress fluttered gently in the breeze, making her appear as ethereal and otherworldly as a fairy descending to earth. Ouyang Luoxue took a sip of tea, savoring the aroma as it slowly spread in her mouth, while quietly listening to Elder Liu's report.
Old Liu stood respectfully to the side, recounting in detail to Ouyang Luoxue the various events that had recently occurred. His words were earnest and his explanations clear, describing each event in great detail. Ouyang Luoxue would sometimes nod slightly, sometimes fall into deep thought, and occasionally interject with a question or two asking about the details.
After Elder Liu finished his report, Ouyang Luoxue parted her lips slightly and said softly, "Yes, I understand. Thank you for your hard work, Elder Liu." Her voice was clear and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley, captivating all who heard it. After speaking, she gently put down her teacup and continued to admire the scenery in the square.
After Old Liu left, Ouyang Luoxue's lips curled up slightly, and she said, "You scoundrel, you didn't write me a reply and instead came here to smash up my factory, huh? Humph, I'll go up and teach you a lesson later!"
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Two updates done for today, phew, time to sleep. These past few days, being sick has made me want to sleep all the time…
Tomorrow, Qian Yuhan and Ouyang Luoxue will be facing off! Let's look forward to it! Can you guess who the final winner will be...?
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