Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 289 - 0288 Needle tip against wheat awn

Chapter 289: 0288 Needle tip against wheat awn

Qin Lang’s short knives in his hands were dazzling, flashing with a cold light.

Seeing the opponent reveal two short knives, Ye Zi refused to show weakness. With a slight movement of her fingers, a short knife appeared in her hand as well.

This was a pocket-sized short knife hidden in the cuff of the sleeve. To be more precise, it was a dagger, but it was somewhat different from a traditional dagger, as the blade had edges on both sides.

Ye Zi, accustomed to moving in assassin circles in her early years, could be said to be armed with weapons from head to toe. There were hundreds of ways she could bring someone to death. Seeing that Ye Zi also chose to fight with a short knife, Qin Lang’s expression brightened with a slight smile, "I didn’t expect you to like using short knives too."

"A knife is just a tool for killing. As long as it can take down the enemy, the type of weapon is not important," Ye Zi said slowly.

Qin Lang was slightly taken aback; he hadn’t expected such profound insight from a girl, and couldn’t help but force out a dry laugh, "Hehe, that’s true. Since that’s the case, I have an advantage with two knives. I’ll use just one knife as well." With that, Qin Lang threw one of his knives away.

Seeing Qin Lang treat the duel so seriously, the martial artists watching below all realized that the upcoming contest would be very exciting.

Ye Zi noticed the gesture from Qin Lang, seeing that he wanted to fight her fairly. She spoke indifferently, "You didn’t have to do that."

Qin Lang said, "With everyone watching, I can’t go back and pick up that knife. I couldn’t do such a thing."

"Thank you for the concession," Ye Zi said with a fist salute.

"The concession is mutual."

The two stood on the combat platform, instantly creating two opposing auras, dividing the platform as if into halves.

The show was about to begin, and everyone’s eyes were focused on the combat platform.

In just a moment, two flashes of knife light swiftly crossed the air. Before the movements could be clearly seen, the sound of weapons colliding had already reached everyone’s ears.

Ding...

With a crisp ring, the short knives connected, and the two figures became clear. Each held a short knife, one hand wielding the knife and the other aiding, their silhouettes intertwining, blades clashing, forces colliding.

Whoosh... In that brief initial clash, the two collided, quickly retreating.

"Such fast knives."

The martial artists beneath the platform were discerning, judging merely from the speed of drawing the knives, both contestants’ speed had reached the pinnacle. From lifting the knives to swinging them, it took no more than 0.1 second, with hardly any blurred shadows in the air, indicating incredible speed.

In the eyes of the audience, this was a duel between two master knife wielders, a tight match as needlepoint against wheat awn.

Such a battle was even more spectacular to watch.

Unlike the martial artists below, the two on the platform, after the brief initial clash, now had a general understanding of each other’s strength.

"Late-stage force control, this just got interesting," Qin Lang remarked with admiration. A girl who looked fragile had reached such a level; it was indeed not simple. Even Qin Lang felt a hint of admiration for Ye Zi’s skills. In the world of martial arts, most martial artists were men, and there were very few women who became masters.

Ye Zi’s thoughts differed from Qin Lang’s. From the first exchange, Qin Lang’s knife held a more intense sharp aura, an overbearing presence as if saying "none but me."

While her knife seemed less imposing than Qin Lang’s, there was one aspect in which she slightly held the upper hand – that was her ingenuity.

You’re sharp, I’m crafty, deciding who is superior is no easy task.

Ye Zi knew that defeating the fellow before her would not be easy, though it was a tough battle, she still intended to fight to the end.

Ye Zi’s gaze radiated a steadfast determination. Since becoming a disciple of the Southern Demon Sect, Ye Zi had intensified her training every day, all to enhance her strength, so as not to be a burden to that person anymore, and so she practiced her martial skills frantically.

Now was the time to show her progress, she had to let him see that she, Ye Zi, now possessed enough strength to protect him.

A smile played on Ye Zi’s lips at the thought of that brother-like man, filling her with immense happiness and contentment.

Has he come? Is he standing under the arena, watching me?

Searching the crowd below, Ye Zi unfortunately did not spot Ye Qiu, who had already squeezed out from among the people. A flicker of disappointment crossed her face, "Even if you aren’t here, I will defeat him. If you hear that I’m proceeding to the next round, you’ll be happy for me, won’t you?"

After speaking to herself, Ye Zi immediately changed her aura. Vaguely, Qin Lang seemed to see a goddess of war stepping out from within Ye Zi’s body, adorning her with battle armor.

Their gazes locked in confrontation, their knives clashing once again.

Ding ding...

This time, the two exchanged hundreds of strikes, filling the air with a typhoon of knife shadows, compelling the Martial Artists around the arena to instinctively step back. The edge of the knifes’ shadows had spread to the edge of the arena, and they were afraid of being accidentally caught by them.

Above the arena, the competition was fierce, while countless pairs of eyes were glued to it from below.

A bald man not far away slowly withdrew his gaze and said indifferently, "This is the disciple he took on?"

After a brief pause, he continued, "Taking a girl as a disciple, this Southern Demon indeed has a unique way of doing things."

The bald man who spoke, dressed with an aura of Buddhist and Confucian philosophy, was most notable for the twelve Bodhisattva vows on his head, marked by deep scars.

Little did they know, this man was the Northern Buddha from the Southern Demon and Northern Buddha.

"Master, I wonder, between you and the Southern Demon, who is more powerful?" a youth standing beside the Northern Buddha asked curiously.

"He is known as the Southern Demon because of his peculiar ways. Although his reputation is on par with mine, in reality, he and I have never crossed hands. I heard he has broken through the True Qi realm, so his strength should be slightly weaker than mine," the Northern Buddha replied.

"It seems that the Southern Demon is considered on par with Master out of flattery by the martial arts community. Master broke through to the True Qi realm seven years ago, while the Southern Demon has only broken through recently. He surely is not a match for Master," the young man commented.

The Northern Buddha merely smiled without responding. Now that he had come to the summit of Mount Hua, his counterpart’s disciple was here; he might just meet this individual who was his equal.

As for who was stronger or weaker between them, even the Northern Buddha was quite curious.

This grand gathering of the martial artists from the north and south had attracted nearly all the martial artists, including the appearance of the Northern Buddha himself.

Ye Qiu was intently watching the arena. Seeing Ye Zi’s moves on the arena, he felt that the girl had greatly improved. The past Ye Zi had too strong a killing aura during a fight, completely resembling an Assassin. But now, Ye Zi had condensed all her killing intent deep into her bones, so unless she released it deliberately, it would not emanate.

The girl was becoming more and more like a true Martial Artist. Seeing Ye Zi’s transformation, Ye Qiu’s heart was actually quite elated. However, regarding the Southern Demon, this battle would not disappear because of Ye Zi. He believed that the other guy also still wanted to have a battle with him.

As Ye Qiu was lost in thought, little did he know that in another corner of Mount Hua’s summit, the Southern Demon, Du Ying, was watching Ye Zi’s battle.

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