Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 197: Cut in Two!

On the battle platform, the competition begins.

Yuan Zhiyuan was dressed in a blue outfit, his hands were empty, he did not carry any treasures, and his expression was quite indifferent.

He specializes in boxing.

Luo Qingfeng also had bare hands, his face calm and expressionless.

The noise from the audience quickly subsided.

The new disciples of the Nine Stars of the Southern Academy, to the new disciples of the Nine Stars of the Northern Academy.

The two are vying for the top three; the battle is sure to be exciting.

Yesterday, Luo Qingfeng punched Yuan Xiao of the South Courtyard in the head, and many disciples knew or had heard that Yuan Xiao was a member of the Yuan family, as was the Yuan Zhiyuan in front of them.

Therefore, there will definitely be a lot to watch in today's battle between these two.

Almost everyone watching in the arena had their eyes focused on this spot.

This includes the high-ranking officials from the South and North campuses in the stands.

The Prince of Zhenbei, Wanyan Xiong, became even more interested because he found the experiences and progress of the disciple named Luo Qingfeng on the stage incredible.

He was eager to see what else this young man was hiding.

Of course, Cui Mang, the vice dean of the South Academy sitting next to him, was also concentrating on the battle stage, looking at it with mixed feelings, and his face did not look good.

The boy on the stage should have been a disciple of their Southern Academy.

Under a large tree at the edge of the square, a noble woman dressed in a plain white dress stood quietly, watching the battle platform.

The bright sunlight shone on her graceful and charming figure, as if gilding her alluring form with a holy glow, making her look beautiful and dreamlike.

"The competition begins!"

After Elder Mei finished his announcement on the battle platform, he did not immediately step down from the platform. Instead, he gave the two of them a meaningful look and reminded them, "You two are both promising disciples of the academy, and you are both very young. You have a long road ahead of you, so please avoid being impulsive."

After giving his instructions, he stepped down from the battle platform.

The battle platform was silent.

The two men locked eyes, both unarmed, and did not immediately make a move.

"Whoosh!"

A thin layer of light illuminated the area around the battle platform.

The formation is activated.

To avoid external influences or other anomalies during the competition, formations were used to isolate the inside and outside of the battle platform at the start of the competition.

No one can just rush onto the battle platform, and no one can throw anything up there.

The people competing on the battle platform couldn't hear the sounds outside.

Only the elders responsible for supervising the competition can control everything on the battle stage.

"You killed my brother."

Yuan Zhiyuan spoke, but his tone was calm, and his expression was exceptionally calm, as if he were talking about something insignificant.

Luo Qingfeng remained silent.

Yuan Zhiyuan then asked, "Yuan Fang was probably killed by you too, wasn't he?"

After saying that, his pupils contracted, and he continued, "Back then, no one doubted you because everyone knew you were only at the fifth level of the Open Heaven Realm. Even when we heard you had reached the seventh level, no one doubted you because you couldn't possibly have that ability. But now... after you killed Yuan Xiao with one punch yesterday, we all understand."

"Luo Qingfeng, I really admire you. I was just an unknown member of the Yuan family back then, and I got to where I am today through my own efforts. I understand you... We could have been friends, but unfortunately..."

At this point, he shook his head: "She's just a woman. You shouldn't ruin your future for her, or even lose your life for her..."

After saying that, he suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"boom!"

A massive fist covered in yellow spikes appeared instantly in front of Luo Qingfeng, slamming into his chest with a deafening whooshing sound.

Luo Qingfeng neither dodged nor yielded, and his fist, already brimming with power, slammed down.

"Bang!"

Fist against fist, two powerful forces collided violently.

The fist's energy exploded outwards.

A huge wave of air erupted between the two of them, sweeping outwards like a tidal wave.

The two of them jolted and stepped back.

Yuan Zhiyuan took a few steps back and stopped, his clothes rustling in the air currents.

Luo Qingfeng retreated to the edge of the battle platform before regaining his balance.

A gasp of surprise immediately erupted from the audience.

"Such immense power!"

"It seems that Senior Brother Yuan is still stronger; he almost knocked that kid off the battle stage with one punch."

The disciples of the South Academy were very excited.

On the stands, Shangguan Ming and Sun Changshan, who had initially refused Luo Qingfeng entry into the South Academy, relaxed their expressions slightly.

Last night, Dean Cui looked very unhappy, and the other high-ranking members of the Southern Academy also looked at them with meaningful glances. If this young man were to defeat their Southern Academy's nine-star disciples again today, they would not only lose face, but also be severely punished.

"Hopefully, this kid from the Yuan family will live up to expectations."

Sun Changshan's palms were sweaty, and he muttered to himself.

Shangguan Ming had originally intended to take the disciple surnamed Luo into the South Academy, but it was Shangguan Ming who firmly stopped him and drove the boy away. He was actually quite guilty, after all, he had received a lot of benefits from the Yuan family and had a close relationship with them. His initial firm rejection of the boy was also because of Yuan Tong.

If this young man loses today, that's fine; it would be even better if he dies. But if he wins again, the academy will definitely investigate this matter and hold him accountable.

"boom!"

At that moment, another explosion rang out from the battle platform.

The two figures collided amidst the explosive bursts of fist energy, then quickly retreated before crashing into each other again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

On the battle stage, the sounds of fists clashing, flesh hitting flesh, and air bursting out rang out continuously.

The explosive force of the punches and the surging shockwaves enveloped the entire battle arena.

The crowd watching from below the battle platform soon lost sight of the two figures, only hearing continuous collisions and explosions, growing increasingly intense!

The moment they made their move, it was a fierce head-on clash, every punch landing hard, every move a contest of strength, without any fancy techniques.

Compared to the previous round of brilliant swordplay and supernatural abilities, this one seemed rather dull and boring. Some female disciples seemed uninterested, but many male disciples clenched their fists, watching with great excitement.

A full half hour later, the blurry figures on the battle platform finally separated amidst deafening explosions.

A shockwave swept through them, and both of them were forced to retreat.

Luo Qingfeng retreated to the edge of the battle platform again, his clothes torn, his skin crimson, and two flames seemed to burn deep in his pupils. He was panting, and his chest was heaving.

Yuan Zhiyuan, on the other hand, was in the same situation, his forehead covered in sweat, breathing heavily, and his expression extremely solemn.

In this contest of strength, the two seemed evenly matched, with neither gaining a significant advantage.

On the stands, Yuan Tong squinted slightly, his hands clenched tightly in his sleeves.

In a seat not far away, Prince Zhenbei, Wanyan Xiong, was nodding in approval: "The explosive power of these two disciples looks quite impressive... If they keep exchanging blows like this, it might not be clear who wins until dark. It seems we'll have to resort to other methods..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Zhiyuan's eyebrows suddenly split open, revealing a scarlet bead, like a third eye.

Upon seeing this, many people in the stands exclaimed, "Innate supernatural ability [Blood Eyes]!"

Yuan Tong's lips curled up.

Wanyan Xiong's face showed a hint of surprise: "Not bad, to be able to awaken such a divine ability. If this [Blood Eye] can successfully advance to the third level, it will definitely be a powerful weapon."

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a beam of blood-red light shot out from Yuan Zhiyuan's scarlet pupils, like a blood-red sword, and shot towards Luo Qingfeng opposite him.

Just as Luo Qingfeng dodged, a second blood-red sword appeared!

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Then, more blood-red swords appeared, densely packed, covering all of Luo Qingfeng's escape routes.

"boom!"

Luo Qingfeng did not retreat any further. He threw a punch, and a bright blue fist light burst forth!

Then, he swung his fists, shattering the rapidly approaching crimson swords, and walked forward step by step.

However, the next moment, Yuan Zhiyuan suddenly let out a low shout, and a red light burst out between his eyebrows. With a "whoosh," a scarlet giant sword flew out, instantly breaking through the fist light and the wind shield in front of him, and colliding with his fist.

"boom!"

Luo Qingfeng's body trembled, and he stepped back.

After he regained his balance, he realized that his fists were covered in blood.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Then, more blood-red swords flew in, and Luo Qingfeng had no choice but to clench his fists again, punching them while involuntarily retreating.

He quickly retreated to the edge of the battle platform.

But at that moment, Yuan Zhiyuan's attack suddenly stopped. The scarlet bead between his eyebrows suddenly grew larger, and the red light inside spun rapidly, obviously accumulating greater power.

Upon seeing this, Luo Qingfeng rushed forward without any hesitation, his fists bursting forth with a dazzling crimson fist light!

"Crimson Thorn!"

As he threw a punch, a huge scarlet sword suddenly shot out from the scarlet bead between Yuan Zhiyuan's eyebrows!

"boom!"

A loud bang!

A huge shockwave exploded between the two of them.

Luo Qingfeng suddenly felt a terrifying force approaching, and his body trembled. Like a leaf in a hurricane, he was swept backward and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

He immediately scrambled to his feet, his blood churning within him. He vomited a mouthful of blood, then his vision went black, and he staggered, almost unable to stand.

The blood and qi within his body were violently churning, constantly gushing out from his mouth and nasal cavity.

His pupils had almost turned red.

On the other side, Yuan Zhiyuan's originally calm face had become somewhat ferocious, and the scarlet bead between his brows was rapidly accumulating even greater power.

Below the battle platform, everyone watched with bated breath.

Nightingale's face was pale, and she tightly gripped the little hand of the crow beside her.

Dong Miaomiao, standing to the side, also lost her smile; her face was tense, and her two small fists clenched tightly in her red sleeves.

Meanwhile, the South Campus students all wore relaxed expressions.

Sun Changshan, in particular, couldn't help but smile.

Yuan Tong's face remained calm.

The expressions on the faces of the high-ranking members of the North Academy all turned solemn at this moment.

Liang Lizhi walked to Dean Xu's side, his expression grave, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid Qingfeng might not be able to hold on much longer. If he doesn't admit defeat, I'm afraid..."

Xu Liao stared sharply at the battle platform below, but did not speak.

He was well aware that in yesterday's competition, this young man had killed members of the Yuan family on stage, and if the Yuan family members on stage today found an opportunity, they certainly wouldn't hold back.

But at this moment, even he was powerless.

The Prince of Zhenbei and the people from the main hospital were still sitting there. He couldn't very well run down and stop the competition, or go over and make the boy admit defeat, could he?

"Let's take another look."

After a pause, this was the only answer he could give.

Liang Lizhi sighed and had no choice but to leave, his eyes fixed on the figure on the battle stage.

This boy was one of the boys he took in at the North Campus.

When this young man was recruited, it was only because he was rejected and humiliated by the South Academy that we felt sorry for him. We didn't know if he would make any progress. Who would have thought that in just over a month, he would suddenly advance from the fifth level of the Opening Heaven Realm to the ninth level of the Opening Heaven Realm!

Even now, he finds this incredible cultivation speed absurd and unbelievable. Even the most talented disciples in the genius teams can't compare.

Therefore, this boy absolutely cannot get into trouble.

He stared intently at the battle platform, his pupils suddenly contracting.

On the battle stage, just as the scarlet orb between Yuan Zhiyuan's brows was accumulating terrifying power, ready to erupt, it suddenly froze, stopping in place, and the scarlet orb also stopped spinning.

The blood-covered youth opposite suddenly leaped out like a cheetah and appeared in front of Yuan Zhiyuan.

"Whoosh!"

The crimson fist energy bloomed like a blood flower!

The boy's blood-stained fist suddenly grew enormous, like a crimson giant hammer, and slammed heavily into the crimson bead between Yuan Zhiyuan's eyebrows!

The protective shield in front of Yuan Zhiyuan shattered instantly, as if made of paper.

When that terrifying scarlet fist came right in front of his forehead, the scarlet bead between his eyebrows finally started to move!

He tried to explode in terror, but it was too late.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion rang out!

A massive fist, as large as an iron hammer, slammed heavily onto his forehead with terrifying force, striking the scarlet bead!

"Click!"

It sounded as if bones were cracking.

Yuan Zhiyuan was sent flying and crashed heavily onto the edge of the battle platform behind him.

He rolled on the ground a few times, then immediately jumped up as if he hadn't been hurt.

However, when the disciples watching from below the stage saw his face clearly, they were all startled.

His forehead had sunken slightly, and the scarlet bead between his eyebrows was broken and sunken as well. His face was covered with bits of flesh and blood, making him look extremely ferocious and terrifying!

He stood there, his body swaying slightly, his eyes seemingly dazed. After a few breaths, as if feeling an excruciating pain, he suddenly couldn't help but clutch his forehead and let out a piercing scream, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Luo Qingfeng clenched his bloodied fists, dripping blood, and walked towards him step by step.

The Yuan family members below the stage shouted loudly, but the formation blocked their way, and no one inside could hear them.

But at that moment, Yuan Zhiyuan seemed to finally come to his senses. He immediately raised his left hand, and with a flash of light, a small, pitch-black cauldron appeared in his palm.

The small cauldron spun rapidly and flew to the top of his head, then flashed with light and quickly grew larger.

"The Qiankun Cauldron!"

Upon seeing the small tripod, someone in the stands exclaimed in surprise.

"The Yuan family's Qiankun Cauldron!"

It seems that many of the senior executives at the South Campus know each other.

Yuan Tong narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

The expressions of the North Academy's higher-ups changed drastically, with one angrily exclaiming, "The Yuan family is shameless! It's just a competition for new disciples, and they've actually used such a precious treasure!"

"Isn't this blatant revenge for yesterday's competition?"

No one from the South Campus responded to the accusations made by the senior executives of the North Campus.

Prince Zhenbei, Wanyan Xiong, merely frowned slightly but remained silent.

According to the competition rules, this is not against the rules.

Xu Liao, the vice president of the North Campus, had a livid face. Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed, and his eyes were fixed on the figure on the stage.

Suddenly, a knife appeared in the boy's blood-soaked hand.

The blade was full of chips and rust, and the front of the blade was broken off.

"A broken sword?"

At this moment, everyone watching was stunned.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a scarlet light burst forth from the broken blade.

Immediately, the blade flashed, and a crimson, curved blade suddenly grew rapidly from the broken edge!

Yuan Zhiyuan let out a roar, and the Qiankun Cauldron floating above his head suddenly emitted rings of dazzling light. The light inside the cauldron surged rapidly, as if a terrifying energy was about to pour out!

But before this energy could be unleashed, Luo Qingfeng's scarlet blade, riddled with nicks and chips, slashed down with a piercing sound!

"Zheng—"

A deafening crash resounded.

Sparks fly!

The blade, riddled with nicks and chips, slashed heavily at the Qiankun Cauldron, which was brimming with energy!

On the stands, a hint of sarcasm seemed to appear on Yuan Tong's lips.

Yuan Zhiyuan grinned maliciously, his face covered in blood: "With your broken knife?"

However, the next second, the sneer on his face suddenly froze!

"Whoosh!"

The blade, riddled with nicks and gleaming with a blood-red light, resembled a sharp saw. Suddenly, it slid across the Qiankun Cauldron, its sharp teeth easily sawing through the cauldron's mouth. Then, with a "crack," the entire scarlet blade sliced ​​into the Qiankun Cauldron.

This renowned treasure of the Yuan family was surprisingly vulnerable!

Yuan Zhiyuan froze, his mouth agape, seemingly in disbelief, as if he thought he had misread it.

"Click!"

The scarlet blade sawed the Qiankun Cauldron in two, then swiftly cleaved through the protective shield above his head, landing directly on his head.

At this moment, Yuan Zhiyuan was lost in thought, or perhaps his mind had gone blank, or perhaps his body was no longer under his control. He stood there, frozen in place, mouth agape, completely motionless.

The serrated, scarlet blade instantly pierced his head, then his neck, and then continued downwards, splitting his entire body in two.

Blood splattered out, and internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

His body was like a piece of wood that had been split open, evenly split in the middle, falling to both sides, and then crashing to the ground with two faint, unwilling sounds.

Thus, this proud son of the Yuan family died on the spot.

The battle turned around too quickly, ended too quickly, and people died too quickly. The disciples watching from the sidelines still seemed to be in a daze until this moment.

The room was completely silent.

In the stands, Yuan Tong's face was deathly pale, his hands, tucked into his sleeves, trembled uncontrollably, and he seemed to be unable to stand steadily.

Sun Changshan, who was sitting not far away, also remained frozen in his chair, motionless.

(End of this chapter)