Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 328: Uncertain life and death on March 27

Chapter 328: Uncertain life and death on March 27

"This battle, Sun Ziyan is victorious!"

As an important guest at the North-South Martial Arts Tournament, Elder Jin spoke up, announcing the result of the match.

The area where the Sun family was gathered erupted into a tumult of joy, not only had their genius preserved his position as one of the top ten, but he also created such a spectacle that he tore a rift in the void itself, drawing the attention of numerous martial arts seniors to resolve the crisis and forcefully carving out a name for himself.

Such a battle record, who else has ever achieved it!

Even the top three might not necessarily have managed to do so.

Once Sun Ziyan fully recovers to his best state, it will probably not be difficult for him to seize the top spot!

All members of the Sun family simultaneously thought of this, while they also burst into celebration, for they were about to witness their family’s martial arts prodigy, Sun Ziyan, thoroughly defeat all the young masters.

However, just as the Sun family was reveling in excitement, a voice shattered the atmosphere.

"Hold on! Ye Qiusheng’s life or death is unclear; this battle is not yet over!"

Following the voice, everyone’s gaze involuntarily shifted toward the person who had suddenly spoken.

The old coot stepped out from the crowd, instantly becoming the focus of the arena.

Seeing the old coot’s appearance, many snorted in disdain, thinking he might be some great expert, only to find out he was a wretched old man.

The old coot’s face darkened, and suddenly, with a sweep of his gaze, those martial artists who had hissed at him all flinched, feeling a buzzing in their heads, and their legs involuntarily trembling.

The old coot was in a foul mood, for Ye Qiu was his only apprentice, yet he had been pulled into the void.

Although many yearn to break through the void and travel to legendary places, that was intended for those with mythical strength. For Ye Qiu, merely at the True Qi realm, entering the void, there was only one outcome—death!

The old coot was unwilling to accept this result, so he spoke up and stood forward.

"The challenge hasn’t ended, as long as Ye Qiu isn’t lying motionless on the ground, this fight must continue," he said.

His words were not loud, but they clearly reached everyone’s ears. Many of the surrounding martial artists nodded after hearing them, feeling the old coot was right—although Ye Qiu was enveloped by the whirlpool, who could be certain he was indeed dead? If he wasn’t, then the challenge indeed hadn’t ended.

"Who are you? By what right do you intervene in the challenge?" At that moment, Sun Yuan stood up. He was furious. Did this troublemaker not realize his son Sun Ziyan’s potential achievements might lay the foundation for a lineage?

"Hey hey hey... Look, it seems like this guy is the old coot we saw before," said someone in the outer circle of the onlookers to two of his companions.

Neither of them had paid close attention to the old coot until they heard these words. They then looked over and, after a glance, looked at each other and said in unison, "It’s really that old guy who’s into younger women."

"It must’ve been him who threw the rock at us! The damned scoundrel; we finally found him!" said one, ready to surge forward and settle the score with the old coot.

However, in an instant, another companion stopped him.

"Hold on, let’s observe for a moment."

"Big brother, what’s the rush? That old man is so crafty, picking up young girls and then throwing rocks. It’s infuriating!" complained the young martial artist who was about to leave, rubbing his still sore head. What he didn’t know was that he was one of the individuals whom the old coot had hit a bit too hard with a rock; the lump on his head had yet to go down.

The other two instinctively touched their own heads, sharing a moment of commiseration, all sporting sizable lumps.

"Who I am... you don’t need to know," the old lecher didn’t care about Sun Yuan’s furious glare. "You should be clear on the rules of the challenge match, a victory or defeat is determined only when one side actively concedes or is knocked down without the ability to fight back. But neither of these situations applies now, so you can’t declare Ye Qiu has lost."

"Hmph, that brat Ye Qiu is gone. Do you expect us to wait forever? Stop joking, not to mention someone minor like him, no one has the right to make everyone here wait for just one person," Sun Yuan declared loudly.

Hearing this, it did seem reasonable, and for a moment, the martial artist serving as the judge didn’t know what to do.

In the end, the judge’s gaze fell on several venerable old predecessors backstage, including Jin Lao, Qian Zhen Daoist, Chen Yifeng, and others.

After exchanging glances and discussing among themselves, they came to a conclusion, which the judge noted down. He then stood in the center of the battlefield and announced loudly, "In view of the special nature of this challenge match and the sudden disappearance of contestant Ye Qiu, which has brought the competition to an abrupt halt, it is jointly decided by the martial communities of the north and south to pause the fight for one hour. If Ye Qiu does not appear within that hour, Sun Ziyan will be declared the winner."

The old lecher said nothing. He glanced at the Twelve Heavenly Gang Formation, the vortex there had not yet dissipated.

Sun Yuan snorted and gave the old lecher a fierce look, "Wait for an hour, so what? Pulled into the void, can he still come back alive? What a joke."

The old lecher turned around, his eyes coldly fixed on Sun Yuan, ready to take action.

However, he restrained himself. He wanted to take action as well, but this was the Martial Arts Tournament, and he couldn’t strike a younger contender like Sun Ziyan. After all, their confrontation with Ye Qiu was based on their own strength. But the old lecher was seething with anger, feeling like he had nowhere to vent his frustration. If not for the venerable old folks sitting backstage, he would have definitely fought a big battle with the Sun family.

"Sun family, if anything happens to my apprentice, I will avenge him," the old lecher was not someone easily bullied. Even when three young martial artists who claimed to be upholders of justice insulted him, they were knocked unconscious by him. Could someone like him be easily bullied? He was fiercely protective of his own, and while he could deal with Ye Qiu however he wanted, no one else had that right. And if Ye Qiu lost his life because of this challenge match, he wouldn’t just let it go.

The old lecher quietly stood there, his gaze fixed on the formation, not looking away.

The members of the Dragon Group fell into collective silence. They had finally had someone with the strength of a top ten fighter in their group, and now...

A faint sadness flashed in Lin Wurou’s eyes.

"You’ll show up, right?" Ye Zi’s entire being lost its luster, like a soulless shell.

Lan Bing and Meng Chong were likewise in discomfort.

A silent tear slid down Shangguan Mingyue’s face, unnoticed by Shangguan Dao.

The others, like the top ten warriors Huangfu Jun, Luo Tie, Meng Pengxiao, Fang Lianping, Li Futu, and those who hadn’t started their challenges yet like Chen Taiji, Wang Shuisheng, Mu Chujian, Tang Yao, and so on, also fell silent.

Could Ye Qiu make another appearance?

Everyone knew it was impossible. Once pulled into the void, returning is out of the question unless one reaches a legendary realm or masters a special technique like the Void-Breaking Fist, like Sun Ziyan. Otherwise, it was a feat no one could achieve.

Even waiting for an hour was in vain, and everyone understood this. The decision by the northern and southern martial communities was just a way to give the old lecher an explanation, to patch the loophole in the challenge match.

"Wait for an hour, haha, even if we wait a hundred hours, Ye Qiu, you will not appear again!" Some rejoiced while others worried. Those who hated Ye Qiu felt a rush of satisfaction at this moment.

Just like the man with the face of a pig’s head, and Si Ma’ao, who had regained some strength, all sneered.

As another main character of the challenge, Sun Ziyan sat up. He wanted to use this hour to recover as much True Qi as possible.

Ye Qiu was not going to reappear, Sun Ziyan was confident of this. And then... Sun Ziyan’s gaze settled on Huangfu Jun, Luo Tie, and Feng Jian not too far away.

"It’s time for the position of First Owl to change hands!"

A smile spread across Sun Ziyan’s face. With the Void-Breaking Fist mastered, his martial path ahead was filled with light. Among the younger generation, who else could compete with him!