Rise Against Desperation

"This is the teachings of Fang Ruyu's master! They have nothing to do with me!"    

"Master?"    

"The person from Nan An City taught him this technique when he was traveling. He only taught it to him because Fang Ruyu looked very much like the son of that great expert."    

Hearing this, Li Dao nodded his head. "No wonder this martial arts technique seems to be of a high grade."    

Fang Ruyu's flute sounded from below, causing the Li family disciples to fall to the ground. This scene naturally attracted the attention of everyone present.    

"Could it be a soul attack?"    

Looking at Fang Ruyu who had walked off the stage, his words were filled with contemplation. Other than his soul, he could not think of anything else for the time being when his opponent had fallen to the ground as soon as the flute sounded.    

As for the Fang family disciples who had long since left the stage, they were still cheering.    

"To meet Hua Ruyu, the young master of the Li family has a peerless background!"    

Hearing these shouts, Fang Ruyu smiled and nodded, then walked off the stage and sat up quietly with her eyes closed.    

As for the female disciples, all of them were infatuated with him. "How handsome, young master is unrivaled!"    

Sanlang pursed his lips when he heard the cheers, but his eyes were filled with fear. He had a contemplative expression on his face towards this strange cultivation technique.    

Only a few of them didn't show too much of an expression. They were just a little bit surprised.    

Two hours later, it was his turn.    

Slowly walking up the stage, everyone had a deep impression of this masked youth.    

They'd seen the vicious fist strike earlier on against the youth at the peak of the tenth level of the Li family Martial Disciple. The person before their eyes wasn't someone that was easy to provoke.    

His opponent was a rogue cultivator. Just as he was about to make a move, he saw his opponent clasp his fist.    

"Thank you for healing my brother. I can see from your strength that I'm no match for you, so I will voluntarily withdraw."    

The bald youth in front of him had a cultivation base at the peak of Stage Ten Martial Disciple, yet he voluntarily admitted defeat and walked off the stage.    

As he sized up the situation, he saw the youth from before. He nodded and said no more.    

Gradually, another two hours had passed. The second round of the competition had already ended, and Yun Qianyi, who had walked down from the stage, had also finished with the battle.    

"Haha!" Didn't Old Man Huang's family also get beaten up by Young City Lord? Is there a need to be cocky? "    

"Hmph! What are you so proud of?" Your family just got lucky. "    

There were already sixteen people left in the second round of the competition.    

The sixteen figures including Lin Yu were Fang Ruyu, the Li family's Sanlang, Yun Qianyi, Gu Tian, Zhao San, Yan Lan, as well as the seven peak tenth phase martial practitioners he had never seen before, as well as the two ordinary-looking youths.    

"The third round of the finals, come up to draw lots!"    

He removed the wooden board from the stage and looked down: "Number 3!"    

"Zhao San, get over here right now!"    

Lin Hu roared in anger as he turned his gaze upwards, only to see Zhao San walking out from the side of the ordinary-looking youth. A playful smile appeared on his face.    

"Yanlan, since you're so anxious to die, I'll satisfy you!"    

Zhao San jumped up onto the battling platform with a smile on his face. When he went up on stage, Yan Lan remained calm and silent, but the anger in her eyes had already been expressed.    

"Return my family's lives!"    

After he shouted, he released the martial energy around him and threw the paper umbrella high up in the sky.    

"Heavenly Maiden Dispersing Flower!"    

The paper umbrella spun rapidly in the sky and then shot toward Zhao San below at lightning speed. The wisps of martial qi turned into a solid white light.    

Under the illumination of the sunlight, these rays of light seemed to become extremely sharp.    

"Rock Shield!"    

Zhao San smashed the ground with his fist. The rocks underneath the battling platform blocked the streams of light above his head.    

The light rays penetrated the stone shield, turning it into a huge, bumpy hole.    

"Earth Wave Palm!"    

"Flowerfall Congealing!"    

The two voices shouted out at the same time. The gray Qi on the ground mixed with the rocks on the stage shot up and collided with the condensed white light.    

Both of them spat out a mouthful of blood simultaneously.    

"Die!"    

Lin Hu, who didn't care for his own life, frowned. He had completely lost his mind due to the hatred. Such a state would undoubtedly be fraught with danger.    

As expected, the corner of Zhao San's mouth slightly curled up.    

"I was waiting for you to get close!"    

"Humph!" I am not afraid of you in close combat! "    

It's not like that! His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked towards Fang Zhao San's right fist that was on the martial stage. Traces of black Qi gathered in between his right fist.    

Lin Hu immediately transmitted his voice.    

"Withdraw your fist and dodge!"    

The sudden voice caused Yan Lan to be stunned. He was extremely familiar with this voice. This voice belonged to none other than the youth who wanted to sacrifice his freedom.    

He hadn't thought that a young man around his age would actually be able to send a mental message to a Martial Spirit Realm expert. However, the more he sent a message, the more he trusted him.    

After hearing the youth's words, he quickly retracted his fist and quickly dodged to the side with large strides.    

Yan Lan suddenly didn't exchange blows with him. Zhao San's eyes were filled with doubt, and the corners of his mouth curled as he used the air current in his hands to chase after her.    

At this moment, their gazes were on Cloud City's City Lord Yun Qianyang, who was on the high platform, as they used their Spiritual Sense to send a message.    

"City Lord, what Qi is on Zhao San's fist?!"    

After that short sentence, he no longer said anything else, because he was afraid that Yun Qianyang would lock onto his position using the sound transmission through his mind.    

The current Yun Qianyang had suddenly stood up. Facing Yun Qianyang who had suddenly stood up, the surrounding three great families' masters all had expressions of doubt.    

"Mayor?"    

Just as he finished speaking, City Lord Yun pointed his finger and killed Zhao San, who was standing on the stage. Zhao San was unable to block the penetrating red beam at all.    

Yan Lan could no longer avoid this scene. The charred corpse before her slowly looked at her chest and then fell to the ground with a confused expression.    

Yanlan also had a look of surprise on her face, and it wasn't just the people below the platform who had looks of bewilderment on their faces.    

"Don't suspect what I'm doing. This person was the one who ambushed our Cloud City Martial Hall and the Lin Clan's black-clad cultivators. I was only casually killed by him."    

After speaking plainly, he sat down cross-legged and swept his gaze back and forth between the silhouettes of the people below him.    

Lin Hu's heart skipped a beat. He must have been trying to find the person who sent the sound transmission to him. However, the only thing he could do now was to remain calm and collected as he stared at the corpse on the stage in a daze.