Firefly Journey

"Junior brother, it's not too late to admit defeat now. If you're carried away like a dead dog later, you'll lose face for your Uncle Qingfeng."

Standing opposite Lin Yuanran, Wei Duanyang's disdain was on full display. He had always looked down on this junior brother who had risen to prominence. If he hadn't been afraid of losing face, he probably would have made a move long ago.

Now that they've been drawn together, he doesn't mind giving Lin Yuanran a lesson he'll never forget.

Lin Yuanran did not answer him.

Suddenly, the temperature in the aerial duel arena where they were located began to rise continuously, and even the disciples watching the match from the cliff top in the mountains felt a bit hot.

The sudden temperature change startled Wei Duanyang, but he quickly realized that it was Lin Yuanran's doing.

"Little tricks!"

"They must have used some kind of elixir!"

"With your Foundation Establishment stage cultivation, you have absolutely no chance of shaking me!"

With a wave of his hand, Wei Duanyang was immediately enveloped in a faint halo of light. However, he was astonished to find that this barrier, which could even block mental attacks, was now ineffective and could not block the scorching heat at all.

Lin Yuanran was ruthless and taciturn. Boiling flames coiled around his right hand, and with a teleportation, he instantly appeared in front of Wei Duanyang.

The next moment, the burning fist landed on Wei Duanyang's chin, from bottom to top, Wei Duanyang spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body fell uncontrollably.

Amidst his horrified gaze, Lin Yuanran withdrew his fist and calmly walked towards the advancing contestants.

"Why... why?"

Wei Duanyang's throat moved slightly, but the volume of his words was very weak. Lin Yuanran's punch just now was too vicious. If he hadn't deliberately controlled his strength, he would probably have died on the spot.

The audience was in an uproar!

Wei Duanyang had been famous for a long time and had a considerable reputation among the new generation of the Star Moon Alliance. But now he was treated like a pig or a dog, and was knocked down by a disciple of Zhulai Peak with a single punch.

The contrast between before and after was so great that everyone was momentarily stunned.

Qingfeng Daoist looked at his disciple, speechless for a long time.

He didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Lin Yuanran, representing the Zhulai Peak lineage, had won, and he should have been happy. However, the punch Lin Yuanran threw was not something he had taught him. He had been playing dumb from the beginning, and it was possible that he had joined the Star Moon Alliance with a purpose. Thinking of this, Qingfeng Daoist felt somewhat melancholy.

He truly regarded Lin Yuanran as his personal disciple, but...

I treated you like an apprentice, and you try to play mind games with me?

It would be hard for anyone to accept.

But Lin Yuanran acted as if nothing had happened, looking up at the sky with a happy expression and smiling at him.

Qingfeng Daoist could only respond with an awkward smile.

"The outcome is decided; let's continue with the draw!"

Qingyang Daoist was also unsettled, but as the host, the martial arts competition had to continue.

Four more slips of paper flew out randomly again.

This time, Lin Yuanran looked at Yan Jinglei.

"Senior Brother, I'm afraid you'll have to go easy on me," Lin Yuanran said, having drawn Yan Jinglei!

Yan Jinglei's expression was complicated.

He was confident that he could easily defeat Wei Duanyang, but he could never kill him in one move. Just how strong was this junior brother?

"Junior brother is joking. Your move just now was extraordinary, suppressing Junior Brother Wei in one move. With such ability, I should be the one begging for mercy."

Lin Yuanran had been in the Star Moon Alliance for a year and knew this highly respected senior brother very well. He was a man of excellent moral character, unlike the likes of Wei Duanyang.

Lin Yuanran drew Yan Jinglei, so Feng Ling naturally faced Cao Ping. Cao Ping carried a large sword, his brows furrowed with arrogance.

Originally, he thought it would be best to draw Lin Yuanran in the quarterfinals so that he could teach him a lesson and vent his anger for his friend.

Unexpectedly, Wei Duanyang was the one who drew the card. But to everyone's surprise, Wei Duanyang was all show and no substance, all looks and no substance. His decades of cultivation were instantly defeated by Lin Yuanran. It was truly shameful!

Unfortunately, he didn't meet Lin Yuanran in the next draw.

The competition began quickly. Cao Ping leaped into the air and was the first to enter the dueling arena, looking incredibly domineering.

Feng Ling winked at Lin Yuanran, then gracefully walked inside.

Seeing the wind chimes' movements, Lin Yuanran knew that Cao Ping was in trouble.

Fengling didn't make a move immediately, but said coldly, "I heard you have a grudge against Ario?"

Cao Ping, carrying a large sword, asked arrogantly, "What's your relationship with him?"

"What do you think?" Wind Chime rolled her eyes. "You seem disappointed, but what's even more disappointing is that you didn't get to meet him."

"Because if you meet him, you might still have a chance to struggle, but I won't give you that chance."

Cao Ping laughed loudly: "Really? You're going to stand up for him?"

"You can understand that."

Feng Ling's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a thunderbolt appeared, descending from the ninth heaven.

Cao Ping had been watching the battle for six days and was clear about her methods. That thunder domain might be very troublesome for others, but it was ineffective against him, Cao Ping.

Suddenly, Cao Ping threw out a blood-red broadsword, which spun continuously above the two men's heads, creating a red vortex like an electric fan.

The vortex seemed capable of devouring everything; all the lightning bolts that struck were absorbed.

"If you have no other means, then this is the end!"

Cao Ping was extremely confident.

Fengling's Thunder Domain looks terrifying, but it's actually not that impressive. This powerful technique is probably her trump card, and now that it's been broken, she has no chance to struggle anymore.

Feng Ling's lips moved slightly, but not in response to Cao Ping's sarcasm; instead, she silently chanted a spell.

"A light purer than the moon."

"A darkness deeper than the night sky."

"They coalesce into fragments representing nightmares, devouring everything!"

Then, Cao Ping took the blood-red longsword back into his hand. The wind chimes dissipated the thunder domain, and she no longer needed to use "Thunder String Severing Prison".

Then a bizarre scene unfolded.

Cao Ping, holding the long sword, did not attack Feng Ling. Instead, to his own astonishment, he slowly pointed the blade at himself.

Everyone was stunned!

What are you doing!

Influenced by the "Hymn of Annihilation," the wind chime's magic directly invaded Cao Ping's nerves, controlling his hands to swing the greatsword at himself.

The matter has come to this point, and the outcome is already decided.

Cao Ping was forced to discard his longsword and allowed others to control him as he left the dueling arena, powerless to do anything about it.

Fengling won and returned to the sidelines. Lin Yuanran complained, "I thought you were going to let him cut down..."

"He made a couple of sarcastic remarks about you, but it's not a capital offense. What, you want to get rid of him?"

"No way," Lin Yuanran said happily.

"It's your turn. You're not going to be unable to beat our senior brother, are you?"

"Maybe," Lin Yuanran said, but he didn't seem to be under much pressure. "You'll see."

As the two players entered mid-air, the final match of the semi-finals began.