Chapter 1531 - 1508: Resentful
Up in the stands, a whole bunch of people were ranting like crazy, all of them complaining on behalf of Sword Junlin.
But in their hearts, every last one of them was full of envy, jealousy, and hate toward Ye Huan.
Why is it that we’re all trash, all with mediocre Ancient Martial Arts talent, yet this waste Ye Huan gets the Dark Night Dragon Sword in front of everyone and slaps the whole arena in the face?
What the hell is that about?
Inside, they were so unbalanced it was ridiculous.
The guy they’d always looked down on not only smacked them in the face with a clean win in the end—
He even showed off in front of the whole crowd. What kind of twisted joke is that?
Everyone watched Ye Huan leaving the stage, heading back toward the Ling Family’s rest area, staring at his back and the Dark Night Dragon Sword in his hand, and their gazes couldn’t help growing more and more jealous!
"Ye Huan, not bad at all."
"Just move a finger and the Sword Family’s Divine Weapon ends up in your hands."
For some reason, Ye Huan’s victory made Ling Fufu feel gloriously vindicated.
Especially seeing all those people targeting Ye Huan, waiting for him to embarrass himself, now wearing those awkward, ugly expressions after his win—that made Ling Fufu feel insanely satisfied.
So the moment Ye Huan came back, she spoke up to praise him.
Ye Huan rolled his eyes. "When did I move a finger? It’s clearly the one that insisted on recognizing me as its master."
As he spoke, he swept a glance or two over the Dark Night Dragon Sword in his hand.
At this moment, the aura of destruction on the blade had already faded; those lines of flickering black light were gone, and the red glow in the black dragon’s majestic eyes had vanished as well.
The whole sword had gone quiet.
Truth be told, even now Ye Huan still didn’t know why this sword had chosen him as its master.
"Seriously, getting a bargain and still playing coy!" Ling Fufu folded her arms and snorted. "The Dark Night Dragon Sword is worth a hell of a lot. Even though it can’t compare to ’that weapon’ you got in the Sword Tomb before, looking at the whole world, there aren’t even ten weapons whose power can match the Dark Night Dragon Sword."
"The Dark Night Dragon Sword begging to recognize you as master is perfectly normal if you ask me."
"Who told you to be the first heaven-defying freak in ten thousand years?"
At the end, Ling Fufu sighed, a trace of envy flashing at the bottom of her beautiful eyes.
Honestly, she was genuinely jealous of Ye Huan’s talent.
Normal geniuses, don’t say getting a Divine King Level weapon to recognize them—they can barely even use one!
Weapons at that level are not something you just tame on a whim!
Take the Sword Family for example: ten thousand years ago, they agreed to safeguard this Divine King Level weapon for that nameless person. But over these ten thousand years, they’ve constantly tried to fully conquer this weapon, to make it truly become the Sword Family’s exclusive super Divine Weapon.
Things didn’t go the way they wanted.
Over the past ten thousand years, generation after generation of Sword Family dragon sons inherited this sword; among them, one even reached the Half-Step Martial Saint realm, the Ultimate Guardian hidden deep in the mountains!
But even that Ultimate Guardian died with regret, never managing to truly make this sword recognize a master!
Yet this same unruly, untamable sword that no one could conquer actually took the initiative to bow to Ye Huan today!
And recognize Ye Huan as its master!
That alone was enough to show just how monstrous Ye Huan’s talent was!
Ling Fufu was a dragon-son level heaven’s favored daughter of the Ling Family, with top-tier talent and terrifying comprehension. But ever since she met Ye Huan, she’d felt endless frustration again and again.
She used to naïvely think her talent was at least not worse than Ye Huan’s. Yet now the loss was so thorough it was pitiful!
There was just no comparing at all!
The more Ling Fufu thought about it, the more the look she cast at Ye Huan turned resentful.
Why is the gap between people this huge?
Ye Huan’s face was full of exasperation. It’s not like he’d wanted this sword, but it insisted on choosing him as master—what was he supposed to do about that?
Ling Fufu stared resentfully at Ye Huan for quite a while, feeling unbalanced for just as long, then finally sighed. She didn’t continue the previous topic and instead shifted the subject, saying:
"Ye Huan, make good use of the timing and get some rest."
"Generally speaking, in the first round of the individual matches, everyone only goes up once."
"You already went up and won just now, so later you can properly recover and get ready for the upcoming top-sixteen-to-top-eight matches, tomorrow’s individual finals, and the team battle."
"Especially the team battle—you need to be careful."
When Ling Fufu said this last sentence, she was unusually serious.
Ye Huan narrowed his eyes slightly, hearing the implication in her voice, and asked bluntly, "Spit it out."
"Team battle, as the name suggests, is a showdown between major families in team format."
"Each major family will send out their eight most elite genius freaks to compete. The Ling Family’s roster is basically set—it’s the seven core disciples plus you."
"And among the seven core disciples, aside from me and that slutty hoof Ling Meijiao, the other five all really don’t like you. Ling Zhiyuan and Ling Yao in particular have serious conflicts with you, enough to be at swords-drawn level. I suspect they’re very likely to use the team battle as a chance to pull some dirty tricks on you."
"By then, the situation you’re facing might not be 8v8, but 3v8, or even 3v13!"
Ling Fufu lowered her voice as she spoke, voicing her concerns.
Ye Huan was a bit surprised. "You mean Ling Yao and Ling Zhiyuan might drag us down, or even straight-up team up with the other side to secretly screw us over?"
Ling Fufu nodded. "Highly likely. Ling Zhiyuan and Ling Yao are both extremely petty."
"Mm, got it."
That said, Ye Huan didn’t really take it to heart.
He’d long since been fed up with Ling Yao and Ling Zhiyuan.
If those two idiots still don’t open their eyes this time and actually dare to pull something nasty, he wouldn’t mind sending them straight to Hell on the spot.
After all, his patience had its limits.
Next, the Hundred Clans Grand Tournament continued.
All the other arenas were fighting like storms.
Only Arena 7 was dead calm, completely empty.
The reason was simple: most of the Sword Family people had withdrawn.
The majority directly forfeited.
The few Sword Family disciples who stayed, if they got drawn, just surrendered right away.
Facing Ling Family disciples other than Ye Huan, they knew they had no chance of winning.
Four hours passed, and as evening approached—
The first round of the individual matches finally came to an end.
According to the rule of one win earning one point for the family, the top sixteen families were decided.
The family with the highest points was, naturally, the Ling Family!
Not a single loss!
13,657 points!
Second place went to two super first-tier families!
The Tian Family and the Zhan Family!
They had 12,423 and 12,159 points respectively!
Compared to these three families, the regular first-tier families whose strength was a notch lower had much fewer points.
Basically hovering around 6,000, with no real dominance over the competition.
Same as previous tournaments, there wasn’t much change among the families advancing to the top sixteen.
The only surprise was that the Shangguan Clan, once ranked at the very bottom among third-tier families, had unexpectedly broken into the top sixteen this time, with total points even placing them in the top ten!
They’d reached 6,547!
When the leaderboard was announced, the whole venue was shocked. No one had expected the Shangguan Clan’s strength to make such a leap!
With the first round of individual matches over, the second round would be the top sixteen fighting for the top eight.
There was a half-hour break in between, including time for the draw.
Meanwhile, outside the operating room at the hospital in the Tian Family’s town—
"Sword Patriarch, please be prepared for the worst. We’ve already examined your young master’s condition!"
"We can only do our best. We have no absolute confidence that we can save his life!"
"Being corroded by a destruction aura—if we don’t talk about blessings and peace, we can at least say he’s about to go down and meet King Yama very soon!"