Chapter 580 - 194: Decisive Battle! Each Has a Trump Card
Huang Zhen stroked his beard and smiled, his eyes full of admiration. "The Sect Leader is absolutely right. This boy, Yang Jing, has risen far too quickly. To have achieved so much in just half a year cannot be explained by ordinary talent alone. Perhaps he possesses some unknown special talent, or maybe a rare, unique constitution. The sect must indeed cultivate him well in the future. Who knows? This boy’s future in the Martial Dao might far exceed our expectations."
Hearing this, Bai Bing also nodded slightly, her cool voice speaking slowly, "Although Chu Yunhai has a Second-Class Root Bone, his comprehension is extremely high. His progress with the Refining Gang Palm and the Infinite Body has been remarkably efficient, and his cultivation speed is comparable to that of a genius with a First-Class Root Bone. Furthermore, his foundation is exceptionally solid. Once he matures, he will surely be able to carry the Xuanzhen Sect on his shoulders and become a pillar of our sect."
Celestial Derivation Peak Master Huang Zhen and Lingxi Peak Master Bai Bing had always been on good terms. Even though their disciples were about to face each other in the finals, the two of them weren’t at each other’s throats. Instead, they calmly praised each other’s disciple, their bearing graceful and composed.
The other five Peak Masters nearby listened to them trade compliments, the corners of their mouths twitching slightly as a complicated look flashed in their eyes.
To say they weren’t envious would be lying to themselves.
The Seven Veins of the Xuanzhen Sect had always been in competition with one another. Who wouldn’t want such a top-tier prodigy to emerge from their own peak?
With such a disciple, the strength and status of their peak would rise as well.
This was especially true for Peak Master Zhenyue, Qin Gang, and Peak Master Yunxi, Zhou Yunyi. The expressions on their faces were particularly hard to read, tinged with a hint of melancholy and regret.
Back when Yang Jing first entered the Xuanzhen Sect and was choosing a peak, he had almost joined one of theirs.
But at the time, they had either looked down on Yang Jing’s ordinary root bone or felt his potential was limited. They hadn’t paid him much mind and hadn’t accepted him into their peaks, ultimately missing out on this prodigy who was now shining so brightly.
Now, watching Yang Jing stand on the final combat stage, so highly regarded by the Sect Leader and the other Peak Masters, only they knew the bitter taste in their hearts.
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「On Fushan Square.」
The roar of the cheers seemed to pierce the very heavens, making one’s eardrums tremble.
Amidst the rising and falling shouts, some people held up banners that read "Leader Chu Must Win!", cheering for the number one on the Hidden Dragon List.
Others screamed at the top of their lungs, "Go, Yang Jing!" and the sound was every bit as powerful.
Chu Yunhai had long been famous in the Xuanzhen Sect, a legendary prodigy admired by countless disciples. He had firmly occupied the number one spot on the Hidden Dragon List for years, and his support within the sect was naturally immense.
What no one had expected was for the support for Yang Jing to reach such a level, with so many people in the Xuanzhen Sect willing to cheer for this dark horse who had appeared out of nowhere.
After all, in the previous matches, many disciples had been won over by Yang Jing’s performance as an underdog who fought his way to the top.
He had started as an outer sect disciple, fought his way through all obstacles, and even defeated veteran prodigies like Lu Shaohua and Bai Ziyu one after another. He was truly the biggest dark horse to emerge from the Fushan Grand Tournament.
Thus, many disciples projected their own desires for a comeback, their fantasies of shocking the world, and their hopes for a grassroots rise all onto Yang Jing, willingly and enthusiastically cheering him on.
But what no one had ever imagined was that when facing a top-tier figure like Chu Yunhai, the disciples’ support and cheers for Yang Jing would be in no way weaker than those for Chu Yunhai himself.
The two distinctly different choruses of shouts intertwined, igniting the atmosphere of the entire square. Even the Sect Leader and Peak Masters on the high platform, along with the Elders on the secondary platform, couldn’t help but turn to look.
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「On the combat stage.」
Steward Xue’s gaze slowly swept over Yang Jing and Chu Yunhai. Seeing that both were poised and ready to strike, he announced in a clear voice, "Begin!"
As his voice fell, Steward Xue turned and walked off the stage, leaving only Yang Jing and Chu Yunhai on the vast combat platform.
Chu Yunhai’s gaze fell on Yang Jing, his expression calm and his voice steady. "For this battle, use your full strength. I hope you can give me a satisfying fight."
There was no contempt in his tone, only the anticipation of a thoroughly satisfying battle.
Hearing this, Yang Jing nodded lightly. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes as he said in a low voice, "Alright. I’ve been looking forward to this battle for a long time, too."
A brief silence fell over the combat stage.
𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
Neither spoke nor made an immediate move. They simply faced each other from a distance, the auras around them slowly intensifying. An invisible pressure began to spread across the stage, making the atmosphere grow increasingly heavy.
Even the cheers from below the stage gradually died down. Everyone held their breath, their focus absolute, their eyes fixed on the two opponents, afraid of missing a single detail.
Yang Jing was the first to move.
With a single thought, the three fused streams of Inner Qi in his Dantian instantly surged, transforming into an even more tyrannical and pure power that circulated rapidly through his meridians.
Immediately after, Yang Jing activated this power using the method of the Mountain-Breaking Seal, spreading his Inner Qi evenly over his entire body. A faint golden halo appeared on the surface of his skin, coalescing into a thin but tough layer of protection.
At the same time, he gathered most of his Inner Qi into his fists. They radiated a biting chill, carrying the power to shatter stone tablets. Stomping hard on the ground, his figure shot toward Chu Yunhai like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Watching Yang Jing charge at him, Chu Yunhai narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint smile touching the corners of his lips.
He pushed off with his feet, his own figure flashing forward, showing no intention of dodging.
At the very moment they were about to collide, Chu Yunhai activated the incredibly vast Inner Qi within his body. A layer of pearly white light swirled around his dancing palms as he fearlessly met Yang Jing’s fists.