“I did not expect Junior Brother Ye Chu to be so wealthy. With so much purple gold liquid, I wonder if Junior Brother Ye Chu has the guts to compete with us?” Huang Long looked at Ye Chu and smiled.
“Since Senior Brother Huang Long has spoken, I will naturally follow your lead,” Ye Chu said, looking at Huang Long with a smile. “I wonder how Senior Brother Huang Long wishes to compete?”
“Each relies on their own skills, until one side admits defeat,” Huang Long said, looking at Ye Chu.
“I know we rely on our own skills, but does Senior Brother Huang Long’s ‘own skills’ include the use of weapons?” Ye Chu smiled, looking at the sharp sword tucked at Huang Long’s waist.
Huang Long knew that Ye Chu had fought Wang De without being defeated, so he did not dare to underestimate him. To attack Ye Chu, he would only have confidence with a weapon in hand.
“Of course, a weapon is also a form of strength. Junior Brother Ye Chu may also use a weapon!” Huang Long said, looking at Ye Chu with a smile.
Ye Chu glanced at him and then laughed. “Senior Brother Huang Long is truly fair. Very well, I will follow your rules. However, should you not take out your ten catties of purple gold liquid first?”
Huang Long frowned, but eventually took out the purple gold liquid and placed it in one spot.
“Junior Brother Ye Chu, come at me…” However, before Huang Long could finish his sentence, his expression suddenly changed. His arm abruptly shot forward to block, and power burst from his body to shield his front. Only the sound of colliding force was heard as Huang Long was suddenly forced back several steps.
“You…” Huang Long had not expected Ye Chu to attack without warning, and he could not help but feel enraged. But Ye Chu gave him no chance at all. The Breathless Sword shot out again, silently and soundlessly, charging forward with terrifying power, forcing Huang Long to defend continuously.
Ye Chu’s Breathless Sword was clearly much stronger than before. With every burst, Huang Long had to use his formidable strength to block it. His face grew cold and stern as his body was forced to retreat step by step by the Breathless Sword.
“Use your weapon!” a disciple shouted. They were also surprised in their hearts. Judging from Huang Long’s forced retreat, Ye Chu’s strength must be a notch above Huang Long’s. Recalling that Wang De had fought Ye Chu without losing, Huang Long could only defeat Ye Chu by using a weapon.
Huang Long naturally knew this, but Ye Chu’s Breathless Sword kept bursting forth, leaving him no free hand to draw his weapon. Huang Long struck out again to block a hit from Ye Chu’s Breathless Sword, retreated several steps, and tried to reach for his sharp sword.
However, before his hand could even reach the sharp sword, Ye Chu’s figure suddenly darted forward, and a slap whipped towards him.
“What good is a weapon if you cannot even use it?” Ye Chu laughed heartily, sweeping out with a slap that forced Huang Long to defend once again. The Evil Spirit Technique erupted, shooting towards Ye Chu.
Huang Long’s power was also terrifying. Amidst the eruption, a terrifying aura charged straight towards Ye Chu, pressing down on him. The surging power of the origin spirit transformed into a fierce beast, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it pounced on Ye Chu.
This was terrifying power. An ordinary king would change colour at this, but Ye Chu merely sneered. He slapped down, shattering that wave of power directly.
Huang Long could not even match Wang De in terms of strength, so what capability did he have to compete with him?
The Breathless Sword continuously pressed the attack, forcing Huang Long into a frantic state. He continuously fired off the Evil Spirit Technique to block Ye Chu’s Breathless Sword. Only after firing several waves of the Evil Spirit Technique did he slowly regain his senses and reach for his sharp sword.
“This young master already said that if you cannot use it, then you cannot use it.” Just as Huang Long’s hand was about to touch the sharp sword, Ye Chu’s palm slashed fiercely towards Huang Long’s throat at a speed that was hard to believe.
Huang Long had to dodge and block again, parrying Ye Chu’s strike. His body retreated rapidly as he tried to draw his sharp sword.
“Hahaha…”
Ye Chu’s laughter reached his ears. Without warning, Ye Chu’s attack pounced on him again. Ye Chu’s sword intent continuously burst forth in an endless stream, forcing Huang Long to dodge and block.
“Today, you do not even have the chance to draw your sword. As for those ten catties of purple gold liquid, I will gladly accept them,” Ye Chu laughed heartily. The offensive in his hands became even more ferocious. Ye Chu attacked continuously, not even giving Huang Long a chance to catch his breath.
The attacks were relentless, with palm strikes continuously blasting out, accompanied by awe-inspiring sword intent. Ye Chu’s strength surpassed Huang Long’s, and without the aid of a weapon, Huang Long simply could not resist him. Having seized the initiative, Ye Chu’s attacks fell continuously, leaving Huang Long to defend in a wretched state.
Wang De and the others stared blankly at Ye Chu, not expecting such a scene. Huang Long was actually forced by Ye Chu into a position where he could not even draw his sword. Huang Long’s greatest strength was that he could only erupt with sufficient combat power by combining the Evil Spirit Technique with a weapon. Without the aid of a weapon, Huang Long was nothing special among the many disciples. Wang De alone could fight two of him.
Ye Chu had attacked from the very beginning, making it difficult for Huang Long to even catch his breath. At this moment in the arena, Huang Long could only defend passively. Beaten by Ye Chu, he retreated repeatedly, without even a chance to fight back. As Ye Chu’s strikes blasted out one after another, Huang Long continuously suffered defeat.
Ye Chu struck out once more, directly blasting Huang Long away. Huang Long crashed onto the ground. Ye Chu’s figure flashed, landing beside him, and stepped on Huang Long’s chest. With a hint of disdain on his lips, he said, “I accept your concession!”
Stepped on by Ye Chu, Huang Long felt it difficult to breathe. His face was deathly pale and filled with rage. He felt infinite shame and anger, struggling with all his might, but he could not break free from Ye Chu’s foot.
“Despicable!” Huang Long glared at Ye Chu, fury blazing in his eyes as he stared intently at him.
“Despicable?” Ye Chu smiled, looking at the crowd. “Senior brothers, please tell me, in what way am I despicable? Are you just spouting nonsense because your skills are inferior? If that is the case, then there is no point in competing at all!”
Ye Chu’s words silenced the crowd. Although Ye Chu’s methods were not entirely honourable, no one could say anything against him. Ye Chu had merely struck first while they were unprepared to seize the initiative, which could not be said to violate the rules.
However, thinking of Ye Chu’s relentless offensive just now, the crowd looked at him with a more solemn expression. This fellow’s erupting power was not weak. To oppose him, ordinary cultivators would simply not suffice.
Wang De stared with wide eyes as Ye Chu put away the ten catties of purple gold liquid. Looking at Huang Long on the ground, he was also filled with sympathy.
“Brat! Again!” Huang Long scrambled up from the ground, drew his sharp sword, and roared at Ye Chu, pointing the blade at him.
Ye Chu glanced at him and said with disdain, “You are just a defeated opponent. This young master has no interest. Besides, can you even produce another ten catties of purple gold liquid?”
Ye Chu’s words pierced Huang Long’s heart like a knife. Huang Long was on the verge of losing control. The sharp sword in his hand flared with brilliant light as origin spirit was poured into it, causing power to surge.
“Huang Long! Enough! Stop!” Liu Huo saw Huang Long like this and shouted angrily. “Since you lost, you must be able to take the loss. No matter what he relied on, it was stated from the beginning that the martial contest has no restrictions on methods. A win is a win. Your inability to draw your sword is due to your own insufficient strength, and you cannot blame anyone else!”
Liu Huo’s reprimand made Huang Long grit his teeth and stare intently at Ye Chu. Ye Chu shrugged indifferently, put the purple gold liquid away safely, and did not even spare Huang Long a glance.