Chapter 1301: Chapter 1301: Already Caring
"Hmph, do you really think my Heavenly Hidden Academy is without anyone?" Huoo Linlang snorted coldly.
However, when she saw the incoming Sword Edge, her pupils shrank, "So fast."
But, at this moment, there was no shock on her face.
Instinct told her that this strike posed no great threat.
Indeed.
The fierce Sword Edge came at her, fast and swift, but caused no great pain on her body.
She only felt a huge force on her, and was then knocked off the Martial Arts Arena.
With her steps, she easily relieved the force and stood steadily on the ground.
"Hmm?" The spectators around, all gasped in surprise.
Compared to the nightmare-like instant defeat from the past two hours that heavily injured the opponent with one sword.
Now, the opponent was merely knocked off the Martial Arts Arena, unharmed.
This sudden change, for everyone present, was undoubtedly a huge contrast, even astonishing.
After a while, the crowd reacted.
"Heh, in the end, he’s a young man, knowing to spare the beauty."
"Come to think of it, all the previous competitors were male disciples."
At this time, in the Heavenly Hidden Academy seating area, Mo Youh narrowed his eyes, "Hmph, spare the beauty?"
Swoosh... Mo Youh instantly flashed onto the stage.
"Not good." In an instant, several exclamations rang out around.
On the Martial Arts Arena, Xiao Yi’s lips curled into a cold smile, "You’re just the one I’ve been waiting for."
Clang...
The moment the sword clanged, an overwhelming Sword Intent suddenly swept across the venue.
"Not right." In the spectator seating area, the audience, whose faces had just shown realization, changed expressions.
"The Sword Intent contains killing intent."
"This little guy is cunning, deliberately luring Mo Youh onto the stage?"
At this moment, Xiao Yi’s sword instantly slashed down.
"You..." Mo Youh’s face showed distress, instinct told her that if this sword fell, her fate would be exactly the same as those other disciples who were injured after being knocked off the stage.
Clang... Just at this time, a streak of Sword Shadow rapidly arrived and barely blocked the Cold White Sword Light.
A figure stood in front of Mo Youh.
"Brother." Mo Youh called out with lingering fear, letting out a sigh of relief.
Yes, the person who came was Mo Youu.
In the Heavenly Hidden Academy seating area, many let out a sigh of relief.
But that shout of ’cunning’ curse came again.
Only Huoo Linlang below the Martial Arts Arena looked at the proud figure on stage and shook her head.
"Cunning? No." Huoo Linlang frowned and shook her head.
She was staring at the eyes of the proud figure on stage.
The pair of eyes, she seemed to have seen somewhere before.
Cruel, indifferent, yet clear, firm, and even with a hint of depth that outsiders seemed unable to fathom.
Suddenly, a sword clanging from the Martial Arts Arena broke her thought.
Two forces of Sword Intent suddenly clashed on the Martial Arts Arena.
One force, with overwhelming might, was as vast and grand as the stars in the sky.
One force, hidden yet not released, seemingly random, yet felt like it could break through clouds at any moment.
"Such astonishing Sword Intent, these two guys." The spectators around, including most of the academy elders, were shocked.
On the Martial Arts Arena, the leakage from the clash of two forces of Sword Intent caused most elders to change colors.
"Senior Brother Mo Youu, this is against the rules." Xiao Yi coldly looked at Mo Youu.
According to the third round’s rules, interfering with the competition on stage would directly remove competition eligibility.
"I know." Mo Youu stared directly at Xiao Yi, "I can forfeit the third round of competition."
Mo Youu’s sword, the Sword in Sword Intent surged more and more.
The originally hidden Sword Intent completely erupted at this moment.
Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, his Cold Flame Sword in hand not backing an inch, similarly increasing Sword Intent.
Sizzle... sizzle... sizzle...
Their Sword Intents continuously increased, not only raging across the Martial Arts Arena but continuously overflowing.
Under the clash of Sword Intents, the clanging sound of swords gradually became extremely piercing.
Outside the Martial Arts Arena, some with weaker strength changed complexion and covered their ears; even those with strong strength frowned.
The entire venue seemed left with only the extremely intense clanging sound of swords.
Centered around the Martial Arts Arena, everything around, including the air, was all obliterated, space surged and collapsed.
Sword clanging sound, piercingly ear-splitting.
Inside the clash of Sword Intents, the two holding swords remained cold-eyed as ever.
"In my impression, Junior Brother Xiao Yi isn’t someone who would unleash such pointless anger." Mo Youu stared directly at Xiao Yi.
"You seem to be venting anger, but what’s the point of that?"
"The competition among Hundred Schools will never have any mistake because of you alone."
"There’s no need for any mistake." Xiao Yi shook his head.
"Winning this round will suffice."
Mo Youu also shook his head, "Similarly, in my impression, Junior Brother Xiao Yi isn’t someone who cares about such vanity."
"I indeed don’t care." Xiao Yi shook his head, "The so-called rankings are useless to me; the so-called rewards, though many, aren’t enough to make me covet."
"Then why?" Mo Youu narrowed his eyes.
Xiao Yi’s eyes turned cold, "I don’t care, but Qing Lin cares."
"Qing Lin doesn’t care." Mo Youu shook his head, "He just thought you cared, and hence cared in the second round."
Xiao Yi shook his head, "I know he didn’t care either, but he already cared."
"Therefore, I can only care for this round."
Speaking, Xiao Yi’s eyes suddenly turned extremely cold, "Don’t let there be a second time, a second time, I won’t hold back, withdraw your sword."
"You..." Mo Youu’s complexion slightly changed, "Do you realize, if you don’t stop now, what will be the consequence?"
"Injuring all the academy team disciples who won the second round, and the anger of various academies, you..."
Clang...
Before Mo Youu finished speaking, a sword clanging sound arose, instantly breaking through the raging Sword Intent around.
"Then don’t trouble yourself, Senior Brother Mo Youu." Xiao Yi slashed over with a sword.
The surroundings returned to normal, martial artists from each seating area simultaneously let out a sigh of relief.
On the Martial Arts Arena, Mo Youu frowned, "You..."
He could clearly see Xiao Yi’s rigidness, and that hint of wantonness on his face.
He didn’t know, where did Xiao Yi get such boldness?
Hiss...
Suddenly, a trace of fresh blood dripped from Mo Youu’s arm.
Scarlet blood instantly stained his sleeves red.
"Brother, you’re hurt? No, you were already injured?" Mo Youh’s face showed surprise.
"Was it this little thief Xiao Yi who injured you?"
Mo Youh stared directly at Xiao Yi, with a glaring murderous intent.
"No." Mo Youu shook his head, pulling Mo Youh away from the stage.
"Little thief, wait until my brother’s injury heals, I won’t spare you." Mo Youh glared at Xiao Yi once again, coldly shouting.
Xiao Yi ignored her, instead looking at the three judges.
The three judges nodded, "Next..."
The three judges subconsciously wanted to say ’next.’
Only to see the Martial Arts Arena already in devastation.
The sturdy Martial Arts Arena, even Peak of Saint King Realm can never leave a trace on it.
At this moment, it was densely covered with Sword Marks, a mess.
The three judges showed surprise, but also inexplicably let out a sigh of relief, even showing some joy.
"The Martial Arts Arena is damaged, the competition is temporarily halted."
"Xiao Yi, you may step down from the Martial Arts Arena."
"Once the Martial Arts Arena is repaired, the competition will resume."
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First update.
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