nyslfriends Chapter 61 Winning Streak
Chapter 61 Winning Streak
"This is only the fourth round; he doesn't even qualify for the yellow list."
Shen Qingyan glanced at the burly man being dragged away, her tone indifferent, clearly used to this kind of scene.
Participation in the Yellow List Challenge is entirely voluntary, and everyone signs a life-or-death agreement before going on stage.
If you die in the ring, you can't blame anyone else.
People die there almost every year.
So everyone's gotten used to it.
"Every match on the yellow list is a tough battle. Only a handful of people in the entire county can survive to the fifth round in a year," Shen Qingyan remarked.
"He could have just given up, but he lost his life for a moment's gain or loss. How tragic..." Old Huang sighed beside him.
Having seen enough, Lu Yuan headed towards the place where the life-or-death agreement was to be signed.
"That's about it! I'll go up on stage and give it a try too!"
"Young Master Lu... Young Master Chen, be careful. Just get through the five rounds!" Shen Qingyan said worriedly.
After all, in her opinion,
With Lu Yuan's cultivation level of mid-stage Blood Condensation, which is not considered high, no matter how talented he is, winning five consecutive matches is already his limit.
Not to mention competing for a higher ranking.
The list is full of martial artists at the late stage of Blood Coagulation and the peak of Blood Coagulation.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Lu Yuan handed Lele over to Lao Huang, smiled slightly, and appeared very relaxed as he stepped onto the arena.
He took a mask out of his pocket and slowly put it on his face.
It was bought casually from a street stall in the county town; it was made of black iron and only covered the upper half of my face.
After he put on the mask, his eyes appeared more composed than before.
Lu Yuan ignored him, simply standing in the center of the arena with his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his posture casual.
As soon as he stepped onto the battle platform, a murmur arose among the audience.
"Who is this young man? How dare he come to fight at the Huangji Martial Arts Palace at such a young age?"
"He's probably wearing a mask because he's afraid of losing and being embarrassed!"
"I guess they just want to become famous! There are too many hot-blooded young men like that; dozens die every year, it's not surprising."
His first opponent was a sword-wielding rogue cultivator at the mid-stage of Blood Condensation.
He's probably around nineteen years old.
Such cultivation at this age.
He can be considered a genius.
Of course, it's not comparable to Lu Yuan.
The rogue cultivator stood with his sword drawn, confidently proclaiming, "Chen Sheng of the Chen family! Sir, make your move!"
"Chen the Big Dog".
The rogue cultivator asked in confusion, "You're obviously younger than me, so your cultivation level must be lower. I'm letting you make the first move, why are you dawdling?"
Lu Yuan crossed his arms over his chest: "I don't want to bully you... I can defeat you in one move."
"You arrogant brat!"
The rogue cultivator channeled his inner energy and swung his sword at Lu Yuan.
The sword's edge pierced through the air.
"Whoosh!"
Those present assumed that Lu Yuan, who was wearing a mask, would turn away to avoid them.
But what was unexpected was...
Lu Yuan stood still, motionless.
He raised his hand and slammed it heavily onto the spine of the sword.
"Bang!"
The longsword, forged from fine steel, bent in response, its tip snapping back and grazing the rogue cultivator's shoulder, leaving a shallow gash.
The rogue cultivator took two steps back, gripping the deformed sword. He looked at the dented palm print on the blade, then at Lu Yuan's expressionless eyes beneath his mask.
"Should we continue?"
Lu Yuan asked.
The rogue cultivators looked at Lu Yuan with eyes full of awe and fear.
one move.
He really only used one move!
Fortunately, the palm strike only hit the sword; if it had hit the body, I can't even imagine what the consequences would have been.
"I'm not playing anymore, I give up... I give up!"
In the second match, he won in one move!
In the third match, he won in one move!
In the fourth match, he won in one move!
Lu Yuan always kept his attacks within one move in every battle, stopping at the last moment each time to knock his opponent back rather than injure them with a single palm strike.
Regardless of the opponent's strength or weakness.
The audience began to whisper among themselves.
"Just who is this person?"
"Chen Da Gou? Never heard of him."
"Winning four games in a row during the mid-stage of Blood Clotting is no easy feat."
"That Wutian was already in the late stage of Blood Condensation, yet he was still defeated by him with a single palm strike!" A young woman from a noble family looked at Lu Yuan on the stage with starry eyes.
"Chen Dagou? I've heard that there's a guy named Chen Dagou in the Blood Wolf Gang of Qingzhou City."
In a private room some distance away, Tie Qianshan was leaning back in a wooden chair.
An elderly man with white hair and beard sat beside me.
The old man leaned on an ebony cane, his gaze passing through the curtain of the private room and landing on the masked young man on the arena.
The old man tapped his fingers lightly on the dragon head of his cane, then suddenly asked, "Tie Qianshan, you said you've found the Crown Prince, is that true?"
"Absolutely true." Tie Qianshan's tone was very calm, as if he had expected the other party to say this.
"Mastering the Six Meridians!"
The old man suddenly turned his head and stared at him, his eyes shooting out two piercing beams of light.
"Is what you're saying true? You know six meridians? How many meridians?"
"The Three Meridians. I witnessed it with my own eyes in the Iron Bone Sect."
"The Three Meridians..."
The old man's hand gripping his cane trembled slightly.
"Hmph, if he really is His Highness the Crown Prince... do you know how many people want him dead right now?"
"The current Duan and Wei families of Nanzhao, and those former Nanzhao officials who have placed their bets on others... are you putting them on the stage like pushing them into the wolf's mouth?"
Tie Qianshan smiled slightly, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then said slowly.
"My lord, I have a question for you. Besides the two of us, how many members of the restoration faction truly want to restore the country?"
The old man remained silent.
"Let me tell you, it's not that they don't want to, it's that they dare not."
"I dare not, because there is no hope, no expectation."
"For sixteen years, we, the restorationists, have been hiding in the shadows, barely surviving, unable to even raise a decent flag."
Tie Qianshan put down his teacup and turned his gaze back to the young figure on the arena.
"Lu Yuan is that banner. I'm putting him in the spotlight today so everyone can see with their own eyes... that the true bloodline of the Duan family still exists!"
"With this flag, the scattered former loyalists of the restoration have a direction to gather. With a direction, the fire can be rekindled."
"A madman," the old man said.
"Yes, I'm a madman, I admit it, I've been a madman for many years."
Tie Qianshan still wore that confident smile on his face, and turned to whisper instructions to the servants behind him.
"Notify Ah Tian to prepare to go on stage. If our Crown Prince refuses to use the Six Meridians technique, then let Ah Tian force him."
"Ah Tian?" The old man frowned. "You mean that child?"
"Um."
"Although he is from a collateral branch, he still has the blood of the Duan family flowing in his veins."
The old man looked at Tie Qianshan, his cloudy eyes seeming to try to glean something from Tie Qianshan's expression.
"You raised him from a young age, taught him the incomplete Six Meridians Manual, and made him practice it day and night. I always thought you were keeping a backup plan for yourself... If you can't find a crown prince, you'll use him as a substitute."
"Now that the Crown Prince has been found, what are your plans for him?... To make him a whetstone?"
Tie Qianshan's hand, holding the teacup, paused for a moment in mid-air. He looked up at the masked young man on the arena outside the window, his tone calm.
"If there are genuine products, who would use counterfeits? Counterfeits must have value."
The old man stopped talking.
The fingers on the dragon head of the cane slowly loosened and then slowly tightened again.