Overlord of the Wilderness

Fang Caiying had just landed on the stage when she heard Fu Songcheng chuckle and say, ”Hey beautiful, I heard Zhaang Ye giving you some pointers just now. What’s this? You think you can beat me? Let me tell you, beating me on this stage is impossible. Heh heh, in bed, on the other hand...”

The few referees on the stage frowned deeply. This Fu Songcheng didn’t seem like a Martial Arts Ninth Layer master at all, but more like a street thug, his words utterly flippant. If any ordinary young master had spoken like that, these referees would have slapped him long ago. But Fu Songcheng’s father was the Hall Master of the Moon Country True Hall. Even with their special status, the referees couldn’t afford to offend him, so they could only pretend not to have heard.

”Enough! Both sides, prepare!” The head referee decisively cut Fu Songcheng off and announced, ”The match begins!”

Fang Caiying was seething with rage at Fu Songcheng’s words. The moment the referee announced the start, she immediately launched an attack.

SWISH!

Fang Caiying instantly unleashed ”Casual Pointing,” one of the ”Divine Intent Three Fingers.” Her Divine Intent Three Fingers was a Combat Skill that placed extreme emphasis on its Realm. As she executed the Finger Technique, the entire stage was enveloped in an ethereal Realm, making even the ice-cold platform seem to soften.

Below the stage, Zhaang Ye watched Fang Caiying’s move and nodded slightly. The ”Casual Pointing” she executed seemed gentle and harmless, but in reality, this Combat Skill concealed its killing intent within its formlessness. Like time itself, it could unknowingly erode a person’s will and steal their life.

Just as Fang Caiying’s finger strike was about to land, a soft moonlight suddenly emanated from Fu Songcheng’s body. He followed up by gently thrusting out a palm. The Palm Technique Fu Songcheng cultivated was called ”Moonlight Palm.” When executed, his palm was like a rising full moon. Before Fu Songcheng’s Moonlight Palm, Fang Caiying’s ”Casual Pointing” was unable to hide and was forcefully blocked.

Fu Songcheng’s cultivation was at the Martial Arts Ninth Level Middle Stage, while Fang Caiying’s was at the Early Stage of Martial Arts Ninth Layer. In the direct clash, Fang Caiying’s body trembled slightly, and she retreated two steps.

”Haha, beautiful, your Combat Skill isn’t bad, but your cultivation is a small tier lower than mine. You can’t do anything to me!” Fu Songcheng blocked Fang Caiying’s attack, chuckled, and began taunting her again, completely ignoring the referees at the side of the stage.

”You’re courting death!” Fang Caiying cried out and attacked with her full strength.

SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH—

Wisps of wind from her finger technique appeared on the stage, as incessant as a spring breeze. What Fang Caiying was now using was the most powerful of the Divine Intent Three Fingers: ”Divine Finger.” This Divine Finger came and went without a trace, and even Fu Songcheng had to deal with it cautiously.

BOOM! The moonlight on Fu Songcheng’s body suddenly expanded, enveloping the entire stage in its soft glow and creating a dreamlike Realm. Fang Caiying’s ”Divine Intent Three Fingers” was also a Combat Skill that focused on Realm. Influenced by Fu Songcheng’s Realm, she nearly lost herself in the moonlight. Fortunately, she had been warned by Zhaang Ye before getting on stage and didn’t truly get lost, though the speed of her attacks was slightly affected.

HUMMM—

Fu Songcheng seized the opportunity to unleash his Moonlight Palm Technique, and one after another, bright moons rose on the stage. These moons shone with brilliant light, their attacks flowing like quicksilver, simply inescapable. Fang Caiying’s cultivation was already lower than Fu Songcheng’s, and now her Realm was also being suppressed. Under these circumstances, even though she used the most powerful ”Divine Finger” of the Divine Intent Three Fingers, she was still at an absolute disadvantage.

SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH—

Fang Caiying dodged while unleashing Divine Finger with all her might. Executing Divine Finger consumed a tremendous amount of True Qi, but at this point, it was the only technique she could use to counter Fu Songcheng’s ”Moonlight Palm Technique.”

After just a few dozen exchanges, Fang Caiying’s clothes were soaked through. Zhaang Ye, watching from below, knew that her True Qi was nearly depleted. Besides, fighting Fu Songcheng for this many moves had already served the purpose of tempering her skills. He raised his voice and said, ”Alright, Senior Sister Fang, you should concede.”

Fang Caiying nodded slightly and was about to concede. But just then, Fu Songcheng gave a strange smile. His Palm Technique suddenly grew heavier, and boundless power surged out like a great river. Faced with this endless power, Fang Caiying found she couldn’t even open her mouth to admit defeat!

”Hahahaha!” Fu Songcheng unleashed all the True Qi in his body. Boundless power showered down like moonlight, leaving Fang Caiying exhausted and drenched in sweat just trying to cope. Gazing at Fang Caiying’s exquisite curves, Fu Songcheng couldn’t help but let out an extremely jarring chuckle.

Fang Caiying was stunningly beautiful, and now that she was soaked through, she possessed a certain pitifully alluring charm. Relying on his Martial Arts Ninth Level Middle Stage cultivation, Fu Songcheng completely suppressed Fang Caiying, shamelessly admiring her figure. ’This feels absolutely incredible,’ he thought.

Watching Fu Songcheng brazenly humiliate Fang Caiying, the young Martial Artists in the crowd erupted into an uproar. Some hot-blooded youths even shouted out, demanding justice for Fang Caiying and hoping the referee would immediately stop the match.

’That bastard Fu Songcheng, publicly harassing Senior Sister Fang and repeatedly testing my patience... He must be tired of living! When the open challenge round comes, I will definitely call him out and cripple him!’ A murderous glint flashed in Zhaang Ye’s eyes. He spoke to the head referee in a deep voice, ”I am Zhaang Ye, the leader of Wei Kingdom. We of Wei Kingdom lose this match. Please end it immediately.”

The head referee nodded slightly. His body trembled, and a powerful yet gentle force instantly materialized out of thin air, separating Fu Songcheng and Fang Caiying. At this point, after the intense battle, Fang Caiying’s True Qi was completely exhausted, and she could barely even stand.

Zhaang Ye nodded at Feng Tongming, who immediately understood. He flew onto the stage and helped Fang Caiying down.

Watching Feng Tongming help Fang Caiying away, a look of regret appeared in Fu Songcheng’s eyes before he too turned and left the stage.

After this match ended, the referee announced the contestants for the twelfth match: ”Match twelve: Zhaang Ye of the Wei Kingdom True Hall versus Fu Songshi of the Moon Country True Hall. Will both contestants please come to the stage now.”

Just as Zhaang Ye was about to move, Wei Jingtian suddenly pulled him aside and whispered, ”This Fu Songshi is Fu Songcheng’s younger brother. Both of them are ravenous lechers who are obsessed with women. Junior Brother Zhaang, when you go up there, don’t you dare go easy on him...”

A glint appeared in Zhaang Ye’s eyes. Fu Songcheng had relied on his superior strength to humiliate Fang Caiying multiple times, filling Zhaang Ye with fury. Now, hearing that his brother was up next, a raging killing intent surged in Zhaang Ye’s heart. ’I can’t do anything about that bastard Fu Songcheng for now, since I haven’t been matched against him. But since I’m facing his brother, he can’t blame me for being ruthless!’

WHOOSH!

In a flash, Zhaang Ye was on the stage.

Zhaang Ye had just arrived on the stage when another figure appeared. This person resembled Fu Songcheng about sixty or seventy percent, his handsome features tainted by a hint of wickedness. It was none other than Fu Songcheng’s younger brother, Fu Songshi.

Fu Songshi’s cultivation was at the Early Stage of Martial Arts Ninth Layer, and judging by his aura, he wasn’t far from the Middle Stage. After flying onto the stage, Fu Songshi’s gaze fell on Zhaang Ye, and he smirked sinisterly. ”Zhaang Ye, you injured someone from my Moon Country. In this battle, I’m going to make you pay back double.”

A cold smile touched Zhaang Ye’s lips, but he said nothing.

At that moment, the referee had them take their positions and then announced, ”The match begins!”

Before the referee’s voice had even faded, an incredibly terrifying aura erupted from Zhaang Ye. Its appearance was extraordinarily sudden, like clouds parting to reveal the sun in an instant. The moment the aura surged forth, it locked firmly onto Fu Songshi. An ancient Sword Intent instantly invaded every inch of Fu Songshi’s skin. Even though his cultivation had reached the Martial Arts Ninth Layer, he felt as if he had been plunged into an ice cellar!

RUMBLE!

As his aura locked onto Fu Songshi, Zhaang Ye chopped down with his hand. The instant he unleashed the Hand Blade, it was as if an ancient monarch had suddenly descended. A primeval, boundless, mysterious, and tyrannical Sword Intent appeared in the void like a blazing sun, looking down upon the crowd. The spectators in the arena felt the pressure of this Sword Intent and their souls trembled ceaselessly; they nearly fell to their knees. Even the young masters from the Six Eastern Countries, all of whom had cultivation at the Martial Arts Ninth Layer, felt their souls quake before Zhaang Ye’s strike, and their faces turned pale.

’What terrifying Sword Intent! This Zhaang Ye’s strength is even greater than I estimated!’ Chu Yuxiang sensed Zhaang Ye’s Sword Intent, and his expression changed slightly.

’What terrifying Sword Intent! I wonder if my Ancient Fist Intent can compete with his?’ Although Du Hong had comprehended Ancient Fist Intent, his confidence was instantly shaken in the face of Zhaang Ye’s incredibly fearsome Sword Intent.

’What terrifying Sword Intent! Oh no! My brother’s cultivation is only at the Early-stage Ninth Layer, he definitely can’t take this hit! He’s in danger!’ Having just stepped off the stage, Fu Songcheng sensed Zhaang Ye’s incredibly fearsome Sword Intent and immediately felt that things were bad.

”Ah—”

On the stage, Fu Songshi’s eyes were wide with disbelief. He couldn’t believe Zhaang Ye could unleash such a terrifying attack so casually. He knew that if he couldn’t block this fearsome strike, he would be sliced in two. In a desperate struggle, he barely managed to suppress the trembling in his soul, and with a great roar, he thrust his arms out like two bridges to block Zhaang Ye’s terrifying blow.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Zhaang Ye’s Hand Blade flashed up like lightning. The infinite Sword Force shattered Fu Songshi’s arms, then broke his bones, sending his entire body flying over a thousand feet away!

WHOOSH! Nearly everyone shot to their feet, sucking in a sharp, collective breath! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with Recommendation Tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)