Mystique Soul: A Cultivator's Flame
Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Chapter 60

The stadium was filled with tension, like the very air itself was abuzzed with energy. The cheers and shouts of the audience rippling like waves in an ocean of excitement.

After the brutal clash between Feng Yuxiao and Feng Lianxu, anticipation thickened in the air, and all eyes turned to the next match.

A single name was on everyone’s lips.

FengJiao Xue.

With only four contestants left, it was no doubt that Feng Jiao Xue’s match would be next.

The so-called "clan’s disgrace" had already stunned the audience once before, and now, as she stepped onto the battle stage again, the spectators held their breath.

"Well, we all know whose match where having next!~" The announcer once again jumped on the stage. "Are you ready?!!!!"

"Bring it!!!"

"Feng Jiao Xue’s luck already run out. She’s going against Feng Zhenhai. There’s no way she would win"

"I heared that Feng Zhenhai just entered a breakthrough."

"Are you serious?! Wasn’t he already in rank 3 high level?! How old is he?!"

"A seventeen years old fourth ranked. His catching up to the young geniuses from the main branch!"

"No wonder the elders put such care on him"

"Feng Jiao Xue you can win this!"

"A week ago we thought Feng Jiao Xue can’t cultivate. Nothing’s impossible in this world at all"

"Alright! It seems everyone is already hyped up. Scream who your rooting for! Next match! Feng Jiao Xue versus Feng Zhenhai!" The announcer shouted at the top of his lung.

"Feng Jiao Xue! You have to win this!"

"Wooohooo! Let’s get it on!"

"The genius against the underdog!"

A different opinions and cheers rippled through the stands.

Feng Zhenhai wasn’t just any opponent. He was a Rank Four Low cultivator, a warrior known for his raw power and unshakable defense. His Qi, colored a deep green with hints of earthy brown, swirled around him like a raging storm. In his hands, he carried a massive maul, its head embedded with veins of jade and obsidian.

He cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders as he stared at Feng Jiao Xue with a smirk. "I’ll admit, your last match was impressive. But strength alone isn’t enough against me."

Feng Jiao Xue met his gaze, her cold, icy black eyes as calm as an undisturbed lake. "Is that so?"

With a flick of her wrist, she summoned her weapon.

A whip, long, sinuous, and breathtakingly dangerous. Its dark, thorn-covered length gleamed under the light, and at the hilt, a black rose bloomed, its petals etched with delicate silver veins.

Feng Jiao Xue knew, she needs as much advantage as she can get in this match. Her real opponent now isn’t who she will face in the finals but Feng Zhenhai. His the real block to her goal today. If she wins, the tournament is hers. But... should she falter here, she loses her chance to get her freedom.

Awhip? The crowd stirred in confusion.

"She’s using a whip? Against a war hummer user?"

"That’s a flexible weapon, but it won’t have enough impact against Zhenhai’s brute strength!"

"Does she even know how to use it?"

"Wait, isn’t she a sword wielder?"

Feng Zhenhai’s smirk widened in arrogance. "I almost feel bad. I’ll end this quickly for you."

"Whoo! The heat is getting hotter in here and where not even watching any figh element wielder. So, without further etcheteras.....!" The announcer raised his hand. "Let the match....Begin!"

BOOM!

The moment the announcer said begin, a loud crash reverberated in the platform as Feng Zhenhai made the first move. His foot crashed against the ground, sending cracks racing across the arena.

Feng Jiao Xue stepped on the spiked up platforms, countering the quack by skipping from one raised construct to another.

However, Feng Zhenhai wasn’t done yet. In a single bound, he charged forward and his massive war maul lifted overhead like an executioner’s blade.

"Titan’sDescent!"

The air trembled. The sheer force of his attack warped the battlefield, wind howling around the impact zone. If it connected, it wouldn’t just crush bones, it would shatter the entire arena floor.

Feng Jiao Xue paused as a drop of blood flow down her nose at the sheer forced a level four Qi pressuring her.

She’s familiar with this feeling. It was like being forced into the depth of the ocean without her body slowly getting used to the pressure down below.

And...

But just as the maul came down

Shhhh!

A soft sound slipped through the thunderous bangs.

The thorned lash curved like a dancing viper, wrapping around Feng Zhenhai’s descending wrist with eerie precision.

Feng Jiao Xue yanked.

Feng Zhenhai’s eyes widened as his momentum was thrown off, his massive strike veering sideways and smashing into the empty ground.

BOOM!

Dust exploded into the air, but Feng Jiao Xue was already moving.

These type of pressure was part of her training before allowing her to easily move around. It wasn’t that the pressure between the gap of their ranks isn’t there anymore. It’s still very much crushing in on her, like standing on the shor constantly slammed by stormy waves.

She needs to end this battle quickly.

She danced around him, the whip slithering through the battlefield like a living shadow, its thorns gleaming. Eyes sharp and calculating as she looks for an opening, her whip, like a constantly attacking viper.

Feng Zhenhai gritted his teeth and tore free, swinging his maul wildly. "You think you can just dodge forever?"

He slammed his foot into the ground,

And the earth rose up like a tidal wave.

His Earthshaker technique sent jagged stone spires erupting from the ground, trapping her in a spiraling cage of rock.

There was nowhere to run.

Contrary to everyone’s expectation, Feng Jiao Xue didn’t need to run.

She lifted her whip, and with a single twirl, the thorns bloomed outward.

"ThornDome." Feng Jiao Xue whip glowed with yellow green qi making the metal thorns looks like beautiful dancing etherial vines.

The black whip coiled around her, expanding into a swirling shield of razor-sharp vines. The earth spikes shattered against it, their momentum halted as if they had struck an unbreakable barrier.

Gasps filled the arena.

"What kind of technique is that?!"

"She turned her whip into a shield?!"

"No, the whip is just moving too fast that it appears to be a dome. Ahaha, well done! Well done! Clearly worth it for this old man’s disciple!" the beggar from the betting area laughed merrily.

"That’s... beautiful and terrifying!"

Feng Zhenhai cursed. "Tch. A defensive technique? Fine. Let’s see how long you can last!"

He lifted his maul, his Qi surging. The green-and-brown aura coiled around him like a beast, his entire body radiating raw strength.

"Titan’sWrath!"

He lunged, swinging his weapon in a devastating arc. This time, he wouldn’t be fooled. If she blocked, he’d break through. If she dodged, he’d crush the entire area.

Feng Jiao Xue’s lips curved slightly.

She stepped forward.

QiBlades

The moment her foot touched the ground, her whip flew up and Feng Zhenhai’s eyes widened as Feng Jiao Xue grinned coldly.

"QiBlade" She whispheres, like that of the whistle of death.

She raised her blade gracefully and from its length, yellow green qi covered it’s blade before she gave it a sharp swing, crescent-shaped Qi blades materialized, razor-sharp arcs of silver light that gleamed with deadly precision

Feng Zhenhai had no time to react.

With a flick of her wrist, the crescent slashes shot forward, cutting through the air with terrifying speed.

SLASH.

The first blade ripped across Feng Zhenhai’s shoulder, his armor barely dulling the impact.

SLASH. SLASH.

The second and third tore through his legs, forcing him to a knee.

And before he could recover, Feng Jiao Xue already dashed towards himmm.

Her whip wrapped around his throat as her sword points at his face.

A suffocating silence fell over the stadium.

Feng Zhenhai’s hands trembled as he grabbed at the thorns digging into his skin, his body frozen.

Feng Jiao Xue leaned in slightly, her silver eyes cold and merciless. "Yield."

The crowd held its breath.

Feng Zhenhai’s fingers twitched. His Qi flared weakly, then died down when he felt the whip thighten around his neck.

"Move and you die. Or pass out at least. Either way, I win" Feng Jiao Xue’s eyes narrowed.

He gritted his teeth. "...I concede."

The entire stadium erupted.

"Holy heavens!!!!"

"Wait, wait, wait, this has to be an illusion?!"

"Feng Jiao Xue won!"

"No way!"

As the announcer declared her victory, Feng Jiao Xue unwound her whip and turned away, walking off the stage without another glance.

Feng Zhenhai stared at her retreating figure, his fingers still touching his throat.

He had never been so overwhelmed.

The whispers in the crowd grew louder.

"She’s terrifying..."

"She’s not just strong, her techniques are beautiful but lethal!"

"Did she always have a whip? How did we never know?"

"The way she fights... it’s like she’s dancing, but every step is a death sentence."

"Is she... really Feng Jiao Xue?"

"Only a monster can be born from two genuises..."