Chapter 133: The Beast in the Tower
Wen Siheng looked down at his arms and said nothing.
The two voices alternated in the audience. Most people admired the strong and cheered for Duan Ying. Among them, the disciples of Baiyun Peak were the most excited.
Even just a few days ago, in their eyes, she was still the lonely and weird girl with an ugly birthmark on her face.
Another voice is pity.
"Wen Siheng, come on!"
"Stop fighting, let's end it, you've already proven yourself, you're already good enough!"
But no matter whether they were spectators who admired the strong or pitied the weak, what they saw in this competition field were the strong and the weak, and two brave monks.
Instead of being two trapped beasts surrounded by the crowd, memories and their own youth.
The arm smelled strong of blood and rust, which was not pleasant.
Wen Siheng then felt that he should raise his head.
What I smell at the tip of my nose is the breeze blowing across my cheek from Mingwu Peak. The sky at the top of the mountain is so blue. When Wen Siheng looked up, he discovered for the first time that the world above his head in Qingji Sect for the past few decades was actually like this.
My arm hurts. But there were no tiles pressing down on his head, and beside him were his fellow disciples who were shouting loudly for him. At this moment, Wen Siheng felt that he was standing here as a disciple of Qingji Sect.
Wen Siheng slowly lowered his body. The flames were hot and the wind blowing over his head was cool. He picked up the sword with his free hand.
"I still have my left hand," he said slowly as he stood up. "I still have my left hand."
If a person has sword-fighting ingrained into his bones, what difference does it make whether he uses his left hand or his right hand?
"Are you sure you want to continue?"
The girl with birthmarks all over her face tightly grasped the red lotus banner in both hands and looked at Wen Siheng with a tense and indifferent expression on her face.
This is probably a kind of tense indifference that all teenagers are familiar with. It will happen at many moments, for example, when you come out of the head teacher's office with a test paper full of wrong questions, wearing a gray school uniform, but have to cross the corridor and walk past several classmates who not only have excellent grades but also are dressed neatly and exquisitely.
Therefore, when faced with a gaze that seems concerned but also seems to be prying, teenagers often raise their chins, purse their lips, and express their indifference and inviolability with a kind of labored indifference because they don't want to become the topic of conversation. It can make oneself appear more cold and powerful, and when showing this expression, teenagers will have an illusion that as long as they do this, they can accomplish the task forcefully.
It is a mask, but also a support - if you wear it for one second less, you will lose the strength to hold on.
So naturally, Wen Siheng could not see the anxiety and worry that the girl was suppressing under that expression.
And now...
“Duan Ying!” Piao Miao Peak’s Eleventh Elder finally got anxious and shouted at her, “We are all from the same sect, why are you so ruthless? It’s just a competition.”
After him, disciples from other peaks spoke up.
"Yes, this person is a little too cruel."
"I heard that she was not popular in Baiyun Peak. Now it seems that it is all true. Her appearance is consistent with her personality."
"If you lose, you lose. If you are not as good as me, you are not as good as me. You are just talking nonsense!"
"We will be the winner anyway."
"Duan Ying, teach him a lesson!"
None of the owners of these "encouraging" voices noticed the sweat on Duan Ying's palms.
Wen Siheng held the sword in his left hand and said, "Please give me some advice."
Duan Ying closed her eyes. She unfolded the red lotus banner and said only one word.
"Come."
There was a howling wind on the stage. Xu Changze originally came here to chase Ning Mingmei, but at this moment, he couldn't help but be attracted by this competition.
But, it was only for a moment.
"It's just a dispute among young people." He shook his head. "It's always young people like this, so stubborn, and they take the victory or loss of a competition so seriously."
It takes time to get used to using a left-handed sword. What's more, Wen Siheng is currently injured. After dozens of moves, the Red Lotus Banner did not seem to be coming with great force, but it still suppressed it steadily. Wen Siheng was caught in a dilemma.
But slowly, he became more proficient in swordsmanship.
soon.
Faster than everyone else.
This is not only because of his day-to-day training, but also because of Ning Mingmei's teaching. Wen Siheng held the sword in his left hand and forgot the pain in his body. The Canglan sword technique is a peaceful yet vast wave. Water can overcome fire, and softness can overcome hardness. It concentrates the waves on the most important part while sweeping.
Wen Siheng suddenly swung his sword. This sword actually broke through Duan Ying's defense.
Duan Ying hit back subconsciously. This attack was fast and sharp, completely different from the previous one. Coupled with the blessing of the top-grade magic weapon, the body of the banner is like a red snake——
“Swoosh!”
Seeing the red lotus banner sweeping over, it was about to hit Wen Siheng's body. Victory was imminent, but in this split second...
Duan Ying suddenly staggered, and the red lotus banner tilted!
“Boom!”
The flames shot to another place, burning fiercely, and everyone was shocked to find that a corner of the competition stage had been shattered.
What kind of force is this supposed to be?
“That was a close call!”
"How come it's just a little bit!"
The disciples of Piaomiao Peak below the stage were anxious, and the disciples of Baiyun Peak on the other side were also anxious.
"Duan Ying, why couldn't you connect with that move just now? What happened in this half? It's not as good as the first half."
"Quick! Knock him down!"
"Perhaps she is physically exhausted..." Someone said disappointedly, "Forget it, she usually behaves like that. No matter how good the magic weapon is, it is useless if it is handed over to a useless person..."
"Duan Ying! Fight! I'll teach you!" someone said impatiently.
Duan Ying took a small step back with the banner in her hand, seemingly oblivious to everything happening in the audience. But the sweat in her palms became thicker and thicker, even dripping down her wrists.
Ning Mingmei looked at the stage without saying a word. Qi Miancheng was talking to the two medical practitioners beside him: "Just now..."
"The Red Lotus Banner is of the fire element. Yang Zhiyu has fire spiritual roots and is in the late Jindan stage. This magic weapon is just right for him. But Duan Ying has water and gold spiritual roots and is in the early Jindan stage. It is very difficult for her to control a fire magic weapon." Ning Mingmei suddenly said, "Duan Ying was able to achieve that level before, which was already very good. It can also be seen from her body movement and swordsmanship that she is quite good. If there hadn't been this episode, she would have achieved good results in the competition. But this magic weapon was originally overloaded for her."
"Junior brother." Qi Miancheng turned to look at him.
Ning Mingmei said, "An experienced cultivator with fire spirit roots might be able to reduce the intensity of the Red Lotus Banner's fire, but Duan Ying is a novice, her cultivation is still shallow, and she doesn't have fire spirit roots. She retreated hastily just now because she realized that if she had hit Wen Siheng just now, the result would have been extremely tragic, so she had to make a mistake and was restrained."
Even when she asked Wen Siheng whether he wanted to admit defeat, there was no condescending arrogance in Duan Ying's voice.
Only cold.
Perhaps it was because she herself didn't want the competition to turn out like this... She herself also didn't want to appear in a situation where she couldn't control the Red Lotus Banner.
"Yang Zhiyu gave her the Red Lotus Banner in private, and I don't know what he said to her and other fellow disciples. He thought he was very smart, but in fact he made a mess of the situation." Qi Miancheng said.
Ning Mingmei didn't say anything, just looked at them closely.
Duan Ying and Wen Siheng stood on both sides of the competition stage again. The audience was silent, but the noise was getting louder and louder.
At that moment, many people had already seen the outcome.
"Duan Ying, Duan Ying, Duan Ying."
"Keep going, keep going!"
The excitement just now made the atmosphere lively, and everyone's expectations were like waves, pushing the atmosphere higher and higher.
until.
"stop!"
Suddenly a voice came from the audience.
That sound was something no one expected. Everyone looked at Fang Wuyu. The young man sat on a chair and said to the referee who was in charge of scoring: "This competition ends here."
"Elder Ke Fang..." said the disciple.
Fang Wu Yu's next words made everyone even more incredulous.
"The competition is marked as a draw." Fang Wu Yu said with a gloomy face.
The crowd was shocked.
draw? But now it seems that the chances of winning are completely on Baiyun Peak's side?
Fang Wuyu did not explain to anyone, whether to others or to his own disciples. He looked at Duan Ying and said, "Duan Ying."
"Master..." Duan Ying looked at him in disbelief, "Why..."
The emotion in her words was not an obsession with winning or losing. It was more like he was doubting whether he had done something wrong again, and why he was interrupted for no reason... Fang Wuyu only said, "Come down, go back to Baiyun Peak."
As he said that, he looked in the direction of Yang Zhiyu's competition venue and said to another disciple, "Tell Yang Zhiyu to go back as well."
Duan Ying pursed her lips, tightly grasped the Hongqi Banner, but did not move. Fang Wuyu asked: "You don't agree?"
Duan Ying didn't say a word.
"Yes," she said.
She stood there, not looking at anyone. Finally, she held the red lotus banner in her hand, straightened her back, and walked to the edge of the stage step by step.
But the next voice was something no one expected.
That was Wen Siheng's voice.
"W-why?"
"Um?"
"Elder Fang, why should it end like this?" Wen Siheng actually overcame his stuttering and spoke out the whole sentence, "The competition is fair and just and cannot be interrupted... Why... can the result be decided by just one sentence and the competition be ended?"
Fang Wuyu turned around this time and frowned: "Are you not satisfied with the draw?"
Wen Siheng: "I, I..."
After being looked at by Fang Wuyu, Wen Siheng was speechless again.
"I'm sure you've seen it. If you continue like this, you have no chance of winning." Fang Wuyu said, "In that case, a draw is already a fair and favorable result. Are you dissatisfied?"
Fang Wu Yu was already so imposing standing there that Wen Si Heng couldn't say a word.
Finally, Duan Ying is about to step down. Fang Wu Yu waited for her to come to him, and then left.
This "result" was beyond everyone's expectations. It made many people regretful, but also made many people relieved - such as the people on Piaomiao Peak. They were originally afraid that Wen Siheng would be seriously injured, and the fact that it ended in a draw was really an unexpected... good thing.
Besides, the person Wen Siheng was facing and contradicting was Elder Fang Wuyu. Everyone knows that Elder Fang is never someone to be trifled with, and Wen Siheng has always been gentle, honest, and even a little cowardly.
Qi Miancheng had already waved to the medical practitioner to come over and treat Wen Siheng's injuries.
But at this moment, there was another sound.
"I, your disciple, have another question for Elder Fang," said Wen Siheng.
He even looked calm, instead of gritting his teeth, and spoke each word clearly, as if he was asking a normal question.
"If that's the case...if our competition was originally fair and just, why is it a draw?"
"Is Elder Fang really after fairness... or Elder Fang's own face?"
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