Monarch Night
Chapter 211 - 169: Martial Arts Academy Tournament

Chapter 211: Chapter 169: Martial Arts Academy Tournament

Yin Shen Palace burst into laughter, feeling pleased, immediately agreed, saying: "Then when the time comes, I’ll let you down to let off some steam."

He laughed and said to Qian Sanjiang: "This guy really holds grudges; he can’t even stand a little bit of this. With this temperament, you two need to help me train him more in the future."

"We will do our best."

The two agreed wholeheartedly.

"Shall we walk back?"

"Let’s just take the Flying Boat! Let’s enjoy it once."

Yin Shen Palace laughed heartily and said: "Halfway through, let’s let Yemo down, and the three of us will run back."

Qian Sanjiang and Hou Fang both pouted: "Never seen such favoritism; your disciple isn’t on the Flying Boat anymore, and you’re actually going to run."

Yin Shen Palace cursed with a smile: "Damn, you two talk too much crap."

Then he waved his hand: "Let’s go, get on the Flying Boat!"

...

The Flying Boat soared into the sky.

Fang Che, naturally, was seated in the private room with Qian Sanjiang and others.

Looking outside at the drifting white clouds, he couldn’t help but feel that this thing was really nice.

"By the way, there’s another thing."

Fang Che said: "Master, my Yemo identity really can’t be exposed, this time I killed too many people inside, I ended up crazed with killing, worried I wouldn’t make the top three, so when encountering people, I just killed them, even killed many from the Main Sect."

Yin Shen Palace glared at him and said: "Do you even need to say this? Otherwise, why wouldn’t I take such a great opportunity to mingle and strengthen relations with the Main Sect? Why would I slip away like this? Isn’t it just to rush to send you off?"

This statement from Yin Shen Palace was a bit self-flattering.

Now many families at headquarters are mourning; who is in the mood to make visits?

All the Sect Masters fled, fearing being caught and held accountable.

Yin Shen Palace was naturally no exception.

But now he insists on setting up a good master persona, and no one dares to expose it.

"Yes, yes, Master is still far-sighted."

Fang Che flattered and said: "But... although they can’t find me, they will pressure you, Master; they might even trouble our Yixin Sect, you’ll have to take the blame for me... I feel guilty towards you, Master."

"A little stigma, your master can still bear it!"

Yin Shen Palace waved his hand grandly and said: "It’s nothing major."

These matters, he had thought through many times.

Thinking by past experience, it shouldn’t be a big issue. So he patted his chest and took it all in.

Soon after.

Arriving above a mountainous forest, Yin Shen Palace stopped the Flying Boat to take a look, then landed directly.

Then he let Fang Che down: "After watching the excitement, hurry back. Regarding your position appointment, I need to adjust it a bit. You need to be mentally prepared to take on responsibilities."

"Yes, Master."

Fang Che saluted, bid farewell, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Damn, be careful!"

Yin Shen Palace shouted from behind, incredibly annoyed: "This little monkey brat, ran before finishing my words! Now becoming more and more disrespectful to the Sect Hierarch."

Qian Sanjiang and Hou Fang were speechless.

If we agree with your words, we might get a fierce scolding from you.

Who can’t see that Yemo is your little darling now!? Not even so attentive with a son...

Yin Shen Palace put away the Flying Boat, looked in the direction Fang Che left, sighed, and said: "Let’s go."

At this moment, he surprisingly felt a bit reluctant.

Qian Sanjiang said: "Sect Hierarch, what are your thoughts on the arrangement for Yemo?"

"This, we’ll discuss on the way."

Yin Shen Palace, in a good mood, said: "Let’s find a place first, the three of us have a drink to celebrate. By the way, give you two some benefits, after all, won so many Divine Crystals."

"Thank you, Sect Hierarch!"

"Great! Just in time to get drunk with the Sect Hierarch."

The two were overjoyed.

So the three Demons happily left together, disappearing into the mountainous forest in an instant.

...

At this moment, in the heart of Zhongyuan.

Central State Tiandu.

Tianren Martial Academy.

It was bustling with people.

Shouts were almost tearing the entire venue apart.

Today was the semifinals!

All the Martial Academies had finally produced the final four.

First-year final four: Tianren Martial Academy, Baiyun Martial Academy, West Continent Martial Academy, Dayan Martial Arts Academy.

Second-year final four: Tianren, Baiyun, East Victory, Dayan.

Third-year final four: Tianren, Baiyun, Jian Nan, Dongdu.

Fourth-year final four: Tianren, Baiyun, Dongdu, Dayan.

Fifth-year final four: Tianren, Baiyun, Dayan, Jian Nan.

Now ongoing was the fifth-year final four competition.

Baiyun Martial Academy drew the strongest opponent first, Tianren Martial Academy.

The intensity of this battle was terrifying.

The five competing students from Baiyun Martial Academy: Wu Zhibing, Hua Kaixie, Jun Hefang, Dongyun Yu, Meng Yuanhang.

Currently battling on the field was Wu Zhibing against the opponent’s leading Shui Lianjiang.

Below the stage.

On the Baiyun Martial Academy’s side, in the stands, Dongyun Yu lay unconscious, with arms and legs showing unnaturally broken arcs, and doctors were treating him.

Hua Kaixie was covered in injuries, with one arm limp, also in treatment.

Meng Yuanhang had bloodstains on his chest.

Jun Hefang wasn’t injured but kept coughing, each cough bringing up blood at the corner of his lips.

The first four battles were tied.

Meng Yuanhang lost one battle but wore down the opponent’s number two seed.

Jun Hefang risked his life to win a move and leveled the situation.

Dongyun Yu lost, but due to excessive boasting and foul language, his opponent couldn’t bear it and directly broke his limbs.

Hua Kaixie fought to the last stand and, amidst all his injuries, managed to break an arm while knocking his opponent out of the ring.

The first four matches were heart-wrenching for the viewers.

The pinnacle students of the two major Martial Academies fought with life and death on the line.

Using their own lives to defend the academy’s honor.

Making many instructors in the two major Martial Academies teary-eyed.

Now on the field was the final battle, the victor proceeds to the finals.

The loser could only compete for third place.

Mo Gan Yun and others sat in the first-year section, eyes fixed on the stage.

Their eyes full of War Intent!

Jun Hefang and others, including Dongyun Yu, with their injuries, should have been carried down for treatment long ago.

But as they left the stage, they each said: Don’t carry me down, I want to see how we win here!

Wu Zhibing, clad in white, was as flawless as snow, with a face both handsome and perfect.

The entire person was like a cold wind blowing from the snow mountain.

The moment he stepped onto the stage, countless girls below cheered almost enough to shatter the heavens.

On the opposite side was Tianren Martial Academy’s foremost genius Shui Lianjiang.

The two were old rivals, fighting from the first year until now.

Wu Zhibing had lost consecutively for four years!

Always suppressed, never turned the tables.

Meeting again now, everyone immediately perked up.

"The previous matches were very intense."

Shui Lianjiang smiled and said: "I thought I wouldn’t have to make a move, but couldn’t avoid fighting you."

Wu Zhibing said calmly: "If we don’t have a match, wouldn’t that leave a regret?"

"So, do you still have the shadow of losing to me for four consecutive years?"

Shui Lianjiang asked with a smile: "If you still have such shadows, today, you probably won’t be optimistic. Old Wu, admitting defeat isn’t disgraceful."

Wu Zhibing said calmly: "I never dwell on past events, and besides, I know for sure I will win it back!"

He lifted his eyes, his spear intent gathered. Instantly, he seemed like a divine spear piercing the sky, revealing his sharpness.

"Is it?"

Shui Lianjiang laughed heartily, suddenly with a clanging sound, the long sword was unsheathed, a streak of light soaring up.

Wu Zhibing stepped forward, spreading out both hands, with a buzzing sound.

The long spear in his hand quivered, and instantly a broad circle appeared, lingering for a long time.

The staff fears the spear point, the spear fears the round!

Wu Zhibing’s spear mastery had clearly reached a very profound level.

For this was not a white wax wood, but Iron Essence from an extraterrestrial meteor!

This spear was Wu Zhibing’s secret weapon, weighing a heavy 375 pounds!

On the high stage, the youth clad in white like snow, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, ape-like arms and bee waist, stood with a broad shoulder and long legs, holding a spear.

This scene made countless girls have stars in their eyes.

Although Shui Lianjiang’s appearance was also outstanding, compared to Wu Zhibing, he was instantly overshadowed.

"Wu Zhibing, looking good doesn’t mean good spear technique! In this world, pretty boys are already out of favor."

"Noisy!"

Then a sound like a dragon’s roar of a sword and the whistling of a hurricane over the high sky sounded simultaneously, and the two on stage began to fight.

With a loud bang, it was like fireworks exploding, lights flying everywhere.

In an instant, only two white shadows could be seen flipping, vanishing from view in just a moment.

The two referees on stage widened their eyes, fully focused.

Both students had Emperor level cultivation, and the momentum of their battle was already enormous.

Moreover, if they were to decide life and death, it would only be in a flash!

If not careful, it would be truly too late.

Even though the two referees were High-grade Monarch level, they didn’t dare to relax even a bit.

Just praying in their hearts, at least these two guys give a shout when they unleash their Killing Move, or make a sound, so people can be prepared.

Or give a heads-up.

Otherwise...if such geniuses were to die in the Martial Academy competition, they could never hold their heads high for the rest of their lives!

The Martial Academy would also be shamed!

On stage, the whizzing sounds grew louder and faster.

A sword like a fierce tiger from the mountain, a spear like a flood dragon entering the sea.

One ever-changing, the other a pillar in the flow.

The faint sounds of collision continually rang out.

"Ting ting tang tang ting ting ting..."

It was like wind blowing through lotus leaves, rain hitting banana leaves.

White clothes fluttering, Wu Zhibing’s tall figure flipped boldly, suddenly retreating five steps, with Shui Lianjiang’s sword light surging like waves following.

Wu Zhibing twisted his waist, speaking deeply: "Strike!"

The long spear suddenly rushed out from the side like a raging python!

The momentum was like thunderous wrath, lightning descending.

In just an instant, the spear tip reached Shui Lianjiang’s chest, piercing through; and Shui Lianjiang’s body directly melted into the air, just a shadow, while his real body was already behind Wu Zhibing, sword light flashing in rapid succession.

And the long spear that Wu Zhibing seemed to have launched into the air had unknowingly already returned to his hands, raining down on Shui Lianjiang’s head like a storm.

With several loud clangs.

The two soared into the air simultaneously.

In mid-air, with spear like lightning and sword like thunder, crazily fighting!

Wu Zhibing’s tall figure seemed to stroll in the clouds, extremely graceful.

And Shui Lianjiang’s nimble maneuvers were equally mesmerizing.