newbobooks Chapter 414 The Finals
Chapter 414 The Finals
After exploring the remaining rooms, before dawn, they met up with Yun Qingrou's group and immediately headed back.
Everyone tacitly went to their own courtyards to rest.
Two hours later, it was already broad daylight, and the group returned to the arena.
"The final round is up to you guys, Uncle Guyingtian!" Ji Zhaoling said excitedly.
The others were eliminated in the third round of the semi-finals, leaving only five people for the final.
Besides Yun Qingyi, Yun Qingrou, and Ji Zhaoze, there is also Duan Leizhi and another young master of Tianshan Valley, Guyingtian.
The final round will be a two-on-two match, with one player receiving a bye by drawing lots.
Yun Qingyi, Yun Qingrou, and Ji Zhaoze walked up to the presiding elder, looked at the signatures in the jade tube, and gently lifted their fingers to draw one out with their spiritual power.
After everyone else had received their slips, Yun Qingyi began to look at them, then raised an eyebrow.
He flipped his hand and returned it to the presiding elder.
The presiding elder took the slip of paper, struck the golden gong, and announced, "The Mysterious Gate's Clouds Ripple, the Wheel of Fortune."
After collecting the slips one by one, he then said:
"Yun Qingrou of Xuanmiao Sect versus Duan Leizhi of Zixiao Sect."
"Xuanmiao Sect's Ji Zhaoze versus Tianshan Valley's Lonely Shadow."
After glancing at the two dueling arenas, Yun Qingyi returned to Xie Xiyan's side.
Ji Zhaoling immediately came over, excitedly saying, "Wow, Martial Uncle, you got a bye! You're so lucky!"
Yun Qingyi smiled, as if she had thought of something, and went to the side with Xie Xiyan to talk quietly.
Ruan Qi, unaware that the two had drifted a little further apart, looked at the four people on the two dueling platforms and asked, "Who do you think will win?"
Leng Zhan said with a smug look on his face, "That goes without saying, our Xuanmiao Sect will definitely win."
As he said this, a disciple from Tianshan Valley was standing nearby. The young disciple coldly said, "Hey! Little brother, don't think you're so great just because you're from Xuanmiao Sect. Who wins and who loses is not certain."
Ji Zhaoling crossed her arms and glanced at the junior disciple: "Hmph, our senior uncle is a famous genius array master. It's not shameful for you to lose."
The young disciple's face turned pale and then red: "So what if you are Ji Zhaoze? Although our Tianshan Valley has been living in seclusion for many years, we are not people you can belittle!"
Ji Zhaoling scoffed, "Denigrating? It's the truth, isn't it?"
Junior disciple: "You've gone too far!"
Leng Zhan, who was behind Ji Zhaoling, was dumbfounded after hearing this. "I just said a few more words. How did I bully anyone?"
The junior disciple, thinking he had found the group's weakness, was filled with righteous indignation mixed with a hint of smugness: "You casually belittle disciples of other sects, is this the model you should be as the leader of all sects?"
Gu Qiqing: "Holy crap, what a huge hat."
Yun Qingyi and Xie Xiyan had just finished their discussion when they noticed Ji Zhaoling's situation. They frowned and walked over, asking, "What's going on?"
Ji Zhaoling's eyes lit up when he saw Yun Qingyi. "Uncle-Master, you've arrived."
When Ruan Qi saw Yun Qingyi coming over, she immediately recounted what had just happened: "We were just talking about who would win in the arena, and Senior Brother Leng Zhan said that it would definitely be our Xuanmiao Sect that would win. The junior disciples of Tianshan Valley were unhappy about this and started arguing with us."
Leng Zhan complained, "It's one thing to argue, but they're also throwing accusations at our Xuanmiao Sect."
When the junior disciple saw Yun Qingyi approaching, her extraordinary aura made him somewhat intimidated, but he still stubbornly insisted, "Am I wrong? As the number one sect in the world, to casually belittle the disciples of other sects, what is that if not bullying the weak?"
Yun Qingyi looked at the junior disciple calmly. Her imposing aura made her seem authoritative without being angry. Her voice was as calm as water: "Oh? Then can you tell me how our sect's disciples bully the younger ones?"
The junior disciple pointed at Ji Zhaoling and said angrily, "She! She said our young master will lose!"
Yun Qingyi: "So, you're saying that only if your young master wins can it not be considered bullying the weak?"
Upon hearing this, the young disciple proudly declared, "Our Shaogu Master is a place blessed with outstanding talents; how could we possibly lose?"
"Hehe." Yun Qingyi chuckled and glanced at Ji Zhaoze, who was handling things with ease on the stage. Less than half an incense stick had passed, and Gu Yingtian was already starting to struggle.
The oppressive aura suddenly erupted, and the junior disciple instantly felt an extremely terrifying power. His soul screamed in fear, and he couldn't even utter a sound.
In an instant, the oppressive aura vanished, and his face turned deathly pale, covered in cold sweat, as if he had just narrowly escaped death.
Yun Qingyi's voice was cold and clear, "If you really use your superior strength to bully others, then all you'll have left now is a skeleton."
"Don't presume to know our mercy; reverence is your primary rule for survival."
Even without the oppressive aura, the junior disciple was so terrified that he dared not move. Yun Qingyi's expression and aura alone were enough to inspire awe.
The people around had long since moved 800 meters away. Some were sympathetic, some were gloating, and the other disciples of Tianshan Valley looked worried, but none of them dared to go forward.
At this moment, Gu Yingtian was kicked off the stage in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and the presiding elder immediately struck the golden gong: "Xuanmiao Sect, Ji Zhaoze wins!"
On the other side, Yun Qingrou mercilessly beat Duan Lei, leaving him with hidden injuries inside and out, before throwing him off the stage.
The presiding elder immediately struck the golden gong again: "Xuanmiao Sect, Yun Qingrou wins!"
The disciples below the stage erupted in an uproar. In their eyes, it was perfectly reasonable for Ji Zhaoze to win.
However, Yun Qingrou had never seen this before in the martial arts tournament, meaning it was her first time participating in a martial arts tournament.
The audience below the stage could hardly believe that a disciple participating in the martial arts tournament for the first time had actually defeated the young sect master of the Zixiao Sect. It should be noted that Duan Leizhi had already reached the Nascent Soul stage!
So the answer is obvious. Everyone looked at Yun Qingrou, and their expressions changed.
Disciple A: "Good heavens, this Yun Qingrou looks so young, yet she has already reached the Nascent Soul stage."
Disciple B sighed with emotion, "You really can't judge a book by its cover."
Disciple C: "That's right, the Xuanmiao Sect truly lives up to its reputation as the number one sect in the world; it's full of geniuses."
Disciple Ding: "I originally thought that the young sect master of Zixiao Sect would at least be in the top three, but I didn't expect that he couldn't even make it into the top three."
Disciple B: "That's right, and the Xuanmiao Sect has sent two prodigies this year alone."
Disciple Wu: "You mean...?"
Disciple B: "Is there even a question? Of course, it's another disciple of Immortal Venerable Yun Qingyi."
Disciple C: "I didn't miss a single one of Fairy Yun's matches. She's incredibly strong, no doubt about it."
Disciple Ding: "I haven't seen it yet, but now that you mention it, I'll definitely have to take a look later."
"..."
Yun Qingyi glanced at the junior disciple whose face was still pale, and said nothing more, only saying calmly, "Go back. In the future, remember to be careful with your words and actions."
Ji Zhaoling stood there dumbfounded, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Yun Qingyi: "Uncle Qingyi, you're so handsome!"
This was originally a harmless argument, and if left unchecked, it would have ended by the end of the competition. However, Yun Qingyi was naturally protective of her own, and she didn't want Ji Zhaoling to feel upset when her own people were criticized.
Moreover, Ji Zhaoling was right.
Yun Qingyi looked at Ji Zhaoze and Yun Qingrou walking towards them.
It was a complete and utter defeat.
Even if they lost, it was an honor for them.
……
Duan Lei limped away from the arena, glaring hatefully at Yun Qingrou's retreating figure.
He couldn't believe that this man was trying to kill him in almost every way imaginable. He had considered killing him several times, but changed his mind each time.
Duan Leizhi narrowed his eyes. He thought about how Yun Qingyi and the others knew the truth that he wasn't Duan Leizhi, but this truth probably didn't mean anything to them.
After all, he couldn't touch the people of the Hundred Flowers Sect, and because the sect leader of the Purple Cloud Sect had noticed something, he was restricted in every way. Just last night, he was still fighting wits with that old bastard.
No matter how he thought about it, Duan Leizhi found it suspicious.
That's impossible; there's not much grudge or hatred involved.
How could this be?
Duan Lei left the arena, completely baffled.
Next, Yun Qingyi drew a bye again, and Yun Qingrou and Ji Zhaoze exchanged glances.
"Senior brother, I won't hold back."
Ji Zhaozhe gave a faint smile: "Well, we'll see."
When the two stepped onto the stage, the disciples below erupted in cheers, "Wow, I can't wait!"
"Who do you think is better?"
"It's Senior Brother Ji Zhaoze, after all, he's been at the top of the rankings for years."
"I don't think so. Senior Sister Qingrou directly knocked Senior Brother Duan Lei off the stage."
"Tsk, you're calling her 'senior sister' so quickly?"
The person rolled their eyes: "Since they're stronger than us, isn't it only right that they call us senior sister?"
"Okay, okay, yes, yes, yes."
"..."
Upon seeing the two step onto the stage, the presiding elder struck the golden gong: "The competition begins!"
Yun Qingrou glanced at Ji Zhaoze provocatively: "Senior brother, please?"
Ji Zhaoze: "Please."
Yun Qingrou showed no mercy, her rich water elemental power sweeping across the entire arena, every drop of water concealing deadly intent.
Ji Zhaozhe's pupils contracted, and an array suddenly activated, with intricate runes swirling around the arena, emitting a shimmering white light. "Defend!"
……
After half an hour of sparring, Ji Zhaoze was shocked. He had already used 80% of his strength, but Yun Qingrou still looked extremely relaxed, even more excited than when she first came on stage.
Yun Qingrou was absolutely thrilled at this moment; she hadn't had such an exhilarating battle in a long time.
After all, she herself was quite fond of war, so at this moment she looked at Ji Zhaoze as if he were a hot commodity.
Yun Qingrou's gaze was too obvious. Ji Zhaoze fell silent for a moment, feeling a sense of absurdity for the first time. He clearly felt that he was no match for Yun Qingrou in this match.
So continuing to fight would only be a waste of time, but he hesitated for a moment, even though he could have just given up, and decided to continue fighting with Yun Qingrou instead.
An hour later, the two finally finished their exhilarating match.
"That was awesome, thank you, senior brother." Yun Qingrou wiped non-existent sweat from her forehead and smiled with exceptional sincerity.
Ji Zhaoze: "..." He didn't say anything and walked forward.
Yun Qingrou didn't seem tired, but he was really exhausted. He used a cleansing technique several times to remove the sticky sweat.
Yun Qingrou was undoubtedly the winner of this match. The disciples below the stage were stunned and didn't come to their senses until the presiding elder announced the winner.
The disciple sitting closest to the camera was the first to react: "Ahhh! This is amazing! Is this what a battle of the masters looks like?!"
Another disciple chimed in, "I was just saying, we haven't seen such a spectacular duel in centuries!"
"However... haven't you noticed a crucial problem?"
"What's the problem?"
"Senior Brother Ji Zhaoze lost! He actually lost!"
After a moment of silence, everyone exclaimed in amazement, "Indeed, the younger generation surpasses the older generation; it's terrifying!"
"Absolutely terrifying!"
"..."
The others stared in disbelief at Ji Zhaoze and Yun Qingrou. They knew their Aunt Qingrou was powerful, but they never expected her to defeat Aunt Ji directly.
Gu Qiqing blinked, still unable to believe it: "Holy crap, is this real? I knew you were good at hiding things, but I didn't expect you to be this good."
Ruan Qi exclaimed with admiration, "Master Qingrou, you're amazing!"
Listening to everyone's exaggerated comments, Ji Zhaozhe smiled helplessly and said, "To be honest, I was also deceived by Qing Rou. If it weren't for this battle, I really wouldn't know how many more tricks she had up her sleeve."
Yun Qingrou raised her bright and cheerful smile: "Hehe, senior brother, you flatter me. Although I am indeed very capable."
The season is nearing its end, the break time is over, and the final match is about to begin.
On the martial arts stage, Yun Qingyi, dressed in a flowing blue and white gown, looked ethereal and otherworldly, contrasting beautifully with Yun Qingrou's vibrant red gown.
"Arou, this is the second time we've sparred on the martial arts stage."
Yun Qingrou was slightly taken aback, and in a daze, she returned to the sect competition eight years ago.
"Time flies," Yun Qingrou smiled. "Then this time, let's have a good competition."
"it is good."
Yun Qingyi summoned the spirit sword Lingji with one hand and activated the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Technique with the other. In an instant, lightning filled the air, and killing intent lurked everywhere.
Yun Qingrou became excited again, and thousands of water elemental powers transformed into water threads, seemingly gentle but each one as sharp as a knife. "Withdraw!"
Countless water droplets swirled around Yun Qingyi, then suddenly contracted.
"Explode!" Upon seeing this, Yun Qingyi caused the dense lightning element around her to explode, directly severing the water strands and shattering them into pieces.
Immediately afterwards, countless lightning blades flew towards one person, carrying a powerful and terrifying aura that was extremely sharp, and the entire arena was filled with purple and white lightning.
The disciples below the stage were completely stunned, unable to tell whether this was a competition or not. Their voices were hoarse and tight, and they could only swallow.
Yun Qingrou curled her lips and slowly raised her hand. Pure water elemental spiritual power burst forth from her palm, enveloping the sky full of lightning blades and forming an outward defensive shield.
The lightning blades struck the defensive shield, creating a continuous crackling sound.
Yun Qingyi raised an eyebrow and gently swept her hand, which controlled the lightning element, downwards. The countless lightning blades disappeared, replaced by a completely dark sky. A thunderous roar resounded, echoing through the clouds, and bolts of lightning exploded from the clouds, accompanied by visible sparks.
"Is...is this really a competition?" A disciple finally found his voice and asked with difficulty.
If the match between Yun Qingrou and Ji Zhaoze just now was a feast for the eyes of all the disciples, then this match against Yun Qingyi was one that instilled fear from the bottom of their hearts.