Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 297 - 0296 The difference between victory and defeat

Chapter 297: 0296 The difference between victory and defeat

"Double Fish Explosion!"

Fang Lianping gently uttered, and the two fish circling around Ye Qiu emitted a burst of light from inside out in an instant. Numerous cracks appeared on the bodies of the two fish, followed by black lightning filling the entire battlefield with a thunderous roar.

The explosion of Fang Lianping’s attack came with an imposing force. If an ordinary person saw it, they would absolutely have an expression like they’d seen a ghost—hardly believing something like this could be done by a human. It simply defied all reason.

Laypeople enjoy the show, but experts appreciate the technique. Only martial artists from the world of martial arts could understand the sophistication of Fang Lianping’s move.

To bind an opponent with twin fish and then self-destruct to cause injury—it had to be said that the power of this technique was absolutely formidable.

Even martial artists in the realm of True Qi wouldn’t dare say they could come out unscathed from such an attack.

With light shooting in all directions, this explosive move immediately captured the attention of everyone present.

Under such an attack, what would become of Ye Qiu? This was the result most people were eager to know.

"He couldn’t have been blown to death, could he?" someone guessed.

"Hard to say, the power of that move was too strong. Even if that person was killed by a single hit, there’s no need for alarm. He just shouldn’t have crossed hands with a figure from the Ten Owls," another analyzed.

"Every individual ranked among the Ten Owls possesses unfathomable strength. It’s not strange for that person to lose, but now, he might have lost his life. People from the Ten Owls are indeed terrifying," a martial artist clicked his tongue and spoke, revealing a look as if he had seen through all the experts among the Ten Owls.

Meng Chong didn’t take the words of a few to heart, but there was still no sign of Ye Qiu on the battlefield, and he couldn’t help but worry about Ye Qiu’s safety, his eyes expressing concern as he murmured, "Young Brother Ye..."

Meng Chong wasn’t the only one concerned for Ye Qiu’s well-being. Lan Bing clenched her hands tightly, staring intently at the battlefield with an anxious look. If it weren’t for her father’s presence, she would probably have already run over to see what happened.

Ye Zi had already rushed towards the battlefield, determined to take down the opponent and avenge Ye Qiu should anything happen to him, even at the cost of her own life.

Unfortunately, Ye Zi had not run a few meters before she was stopped by a figure.

"He won’t die so easily," the person said indifferently. After gazing at him for a while, Ye Zi slowly nodded and refrained from continuing her mad dash towards Ye Qiu.

Du Ying watched Ye Zi’s expression and knew that the appearance of Ye Qiu would certainly cause an emotional change in her, especially in this life-and-death struggle.

Therefore, he stopped Ye Zi’s steps at the first opportunity. If the young man was defeated by someone else, it had nothing to do with him, but he didn’t want his newly accepted disciple to sustain even the slightest injury because of Ye Qiu.

On the side of the Dragon Group members, most showed concern for Ye Qiu’s safety. No matter what, Ye Qiu was part of the Dragon Group, and they certainly didn’t hope to see him defeated by someone else. Probably aside from Si Ma’ao, who was sneering secretly, no one was hoping for Ye Qiu to lose quickly to his opponent.

Just as everyone’s gazes were fixed on the battlefield where the dust was settling, a vague figure stood amidst the dust.

Suddenly, that face became clearer and clearer, and many were surprised to see Ye Qiu standing there with a playful smile, completely unharmed.

"He’s actually fine?" someone exclaimed, their face showing disbelief.

"The attack just now was as powerful as a bomb. To be unhurt in such a scenario, this guy is really abnormal," Seeing that Ye Qiu was unharmed, many were shocked.

"Interesting, interesting," a few seniors from the martial arts world commented with these four words, evidently intrigued by Ye Qiu.

Setting aside the astonishment of others, none was more shaken than Fang Lianping himself.

He had thought that with his move, victory was assured, yet to his surprise, Ye Qiu had miraculously remained unharmed, causing even Fang Lianping to doubt whether he had seen wrongly.

But here was Ye Qiu, smiling at him, with not a scratch on his body, leaving Fang Lianping truly unable to comprehend how Ye Qiu was completely unscathed.

Ye Qiu naturally would not reveal that he had used his True Qi Shield, which had seen some improvement after receiving guidance from a mysterious mentor; however, it was still a ways off from perfecting the Colored Glaze Diamond Body.

What seemed like a small improvement was not easily achieved, with some people taking years and others a lifetime.

"Fortunately, with the guidance of the benevolent mysterious person, I was able to protect my body. Otherwise, I don’t know what kind of damage that last hit would have caused." Ye Qiu understood how important even the slightest improvement in his True Qi Shield was for him; otherwise, given his previous defensive power, he might not have been able to withstand the recent attack.

Ye Qiu naturally did not underestimate the skills of his opponent. The fact that the Sixth Owl possessed such strength implied that the individual occupying the top position was likely several times more terrifying—just the thought made Ye Qiu feel somewhat reluctant to face him.

But now was not the time to think about these things; defeating Fang Lianping was what mattered most.

"I underestimated you. I didn’t expect you to catch that," Fang Lianping’s voice rang out before him.

"Although that move was quite powerful, it could not trouble me. Bring out whatever else you have; I will take them on one by one," Ye Qiu spoke indifferently, his words exuding a tranquil confidence, creating the impression that no matter how Fang Lianping attacked, Ye Qiu would accept all comers.

Hearing this, Fang Lianping’s complexion darkened, realizing that this fellow was even more arrogant than he was, and his words were particularly infuriating.

"What a guy—Master Ye’s performance is in no way more low-key than that guy. Seeing his ugly face is extremely satisfying," Li Xiaohu laughed.

With Ye Qiu’s words causing Fang Lianping embarrassment, Li Xiaohu clapped his hands in delight. Although Mu Zhige and Lin Wurou did not speak, they too felt that Ye Qiu’s remarks were rather asking for a beating.

"Haha, fine, no more nonsense. Let’s let our fists talk," said Fang Lianping, with a hint of rising anger in his tone. His mood was no longer proudly arrogant; all he wanted now was to defeat Ye Qiu.

After those words, the two men ceased speaking further, their figures colliding once more, igniting a fierce battle that burned quickly.

The fight between the two lasted half an hour. The clash of martial artists from the north and south on the platform had already determined the stronger and weaker, yet these two had not decided the victor. The sounds of punches and critical hits were incessant; the battle was indeed raging to its utmost intensity.

"It’s time to decide the victor!"

Both of their gazes locked onto each other’s faces, as if understanding one another’s intentions. They both launched their victory stake attacks at the very end.

In an instant, two figures, using their final techniques, attacked each other. The resulting energy from the collision swept across the summit of Mount Hua.

Whoosh...

Following their attacks, one figure was instantly sent flying.