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Chapter 455 - 451: The Long-Awaited Battle (Part 1)

Chapter 455: Chapter 451: The Long-Awaited Battle (Part 1)

Han Haifeng’s attack was very characteristic, especially his ten fingers which were not only flexible but also powerful. The two bronze brushes at his fingertips moved at will; wherever he intended to attack, the brush tips would effortlessly arrive.

At this moment, Han Haifeng, seizing an opportunity in his offensive, directed the brush tip straight at Han Yu’s face. Seeing this, Han Yu sneered and, without waiting for the brush tip to come close, raised his hands high and clamped down on the brush shaft with both palms, preventing the tip from advancing an inch.

However, just as Han Yu thought he had blocked Han Haifeng’s attack, the bristles of the brush tip suddenly splayed out. Then, with a light twist of the hand holding the brush shaft, the dense bristles spread out like a broom, completely covering Han Yu’s eyes and blinding him to what lay ahead.

This sudden change of events caused Han Yu’s expression to shift instantaneously, and he hastily retreated backward.

Witnessing Han Yu’s action, the audience on the stands nodded to themselves. Han Yu’s reaction and adaptability were swift; if he hadn’t made a split-second decision to retreat, Han Haifeng’s other brush might have very well hit him.

However, what was even more astonishing than Han Yu was Han Haifeng.

The brush bristles that had splayed out were now regrouping, becoming incredibly sharp. When Han Haifeng first pulled out the two bronze brushes, everyone thought the bristles were one with the shaft, both fashioned from bronze, merely coated with a layer of black. But after witnessing that scene, everyone realized that the bristles were actually made from a soft material.

To make soft bristles lethal required not just anyone; it demanded the support of powerful Inner Strength. Han Haifeng was so young, yet he had managed to do this, indicating that his Inner Strength practice had reached an impressively strong level.

Ling Chen was inwardly shocked, questioning himself whether he could achieve the same, and concluded that he definitely could not.

While he mused, the situation on the stage gradually began to change.

Han Yu, who had been passive, seemed to have been provoked by Han Haifeng and after regaining his composure, he abandoned defense and took the initiative to attack, alternating between punch and palm, searching for Han Haifeng’s vulnerabilities.

"It’s already the seventh move," muttered Qiu Yong, sitting next to Ling Chen.

At that moment, Han Haifeng was wielding the two bronze brushes, defending himself tightly, making him impervious to attack. Han Yu’s offense was fierce, but he still couldn’t break through Han Haifeng’s defense.

For a time, the two were locked in a stalemate.

The ninth move!

Han Haifeng still hadn’t found an opportunity to counterattack, and with only one move left, if he couldn’t injure Han Yu, he would only be left with the option to admit defeat as he had promised.

Suddenly, Han Haifeng stumbled backward, his waist bending sharply rearward, barely maintaining his balance.

Seeing this circumstance, Han Yu’s eyes brightened. He swiftly closed the gap with Han Haifeng, thrusting a single palm forward, striking towards Han Haifeng’s chest.

Defeated!

At this sight, everyone felt pity. What could have been a longer stand was cut short by such an error.

However, just then, the stage was set for another twist.

Just as Han Haifeng seemed about to be hit by Han Yu, he twirled on the tips of his toes, and with an unstable center of gravity, supported his entire body with one foot, forcibly moving to Han Yu’s side. Not only did he avoid Han Yu’s attack, but Han Yu hadn’t anticipated Han Haifeng’s tricky maneuver, leaving his side wide open.

Ling Chen’s lips curled into a smile, that Han Haifeng truly had guts. The previous flaw was clearly a deliberate ploy to lure Han Yu in; in fact, he had reserved a move in advance.

As he felt the rush of wind behind his head, Han Yu quickly turned around and, without thinking, reached out with his right hand to grab the brush shaft. However, at that instant, the other bronze brush emerged from nowhere, with its sharp bristles aiming directly at the armpit of his right arm.

At this moment, with Han Yu’s right hand constrained by the brush shaft and his left hand unable to cover the angle of Han Haifeng’s cunning attack, he could only watch helplessly as the brush tip jabbed toward him.

Damn!

Han Yu’s face was iron-blue; he had underestimated his opponent too much.

The guy in front of him seemed to have calculated everything in advance. Each move was paving the way for the next. To consider all aspects in such a short time and then make a plan, this guy’s mind must be incredibly fast.

"I lost!"

At that moment, Han Haifeng suddenly retracted his moves, holding two bronze brushes and retreated to the edge of the arena, conceding defeat voluntarily.

Hearing his words, everyone present was momentarily stunned. With such a good opportunity at hand, why concede?

While everyone was still in shock, it seemed that someone understood the reason behind Han Haifeng’s concession.

Facing this outcome, Ling Chen was also confused and turned his head to ask Qiu Yong, "Big brother, what’s going on?"

Qiu Yong explained, "He promised to injure Han Yu within ten moves, but that last move was already the eleventh."

So that was it!

Ling Chen nodded, watching Han Haifeng on the stage with interest. He didn’t expect this man to be quite so amusing. Though defeated, the victorious Han Yu was probably even more frustrated.

He started off with a posture of arrogance and disdain, but ended up winning when he was at a disadvantage. Not only losing face, but also being slapped in the face.

As expected, Han Yu’s face was dark with gloom, his eyes frighteningly cold. Without waiting for Zhou Qi to make the announcement, he had already turned and left the arena.

Although Han Haifeng took the initiative to admit defeat, there wasn’t much dispute over the result. After all, Han Haifeng had used a weapon, while Han Yu fought with his bare hands. Those who knew Han Yu understood that he was not skilled in unarmed combat. If Han Yu had used a weapon, the duel might not have dragged on for so long.

With the end of the duel between Han Haifeng and Han Yu, the second round was next.

Ling Chen versus Yi Shuiyan.

There was a great deal of anticipation for this fight.

Ling Chen’s feud with the Dangyang Sect was already known to those with a keen interest, passing from one to ten and ten to a hundred; most people were well aware. Also, because of Ling Chen, Liu Yunsong from the Dangyang Sect was expelled and suffered great loss of face.

Thus, although this duel had not yet started, in everyone’s eyes, it would undoubtedly be a splendid fight.

During the few minutes of preparation time, Yuan Yun patted Ling Chen’s shoulder and said, "Don’t feel pressured. Just go ahead and fight freely, don’t worry too much about winning or losing. The key is to protect yourself. Just remember, you have your brothers standing behind you."

Ling Chen smiled slightly and nodded, "Third brother, I know."

"Please both sides enter the arena."

As Zhou Qi’s voice rang out, Ling Chen took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage.

The two contestants took their positions, Yi Shuiyan holding a steel knife, his posture upright, looking coldly at Ling Chen who held the Tianling Blade in hand, and said coldly, "Don’t forget our previous agreement, if you lose, that weapon must be returned to the Dangyang Sect."

"Let’s talk about it after you’ve won."