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Chapter 787 Seeing Through Everything_1

Chapter 787: Chapter 787 Seeing Through Everything_1

Now there are five Martial Arts Platforms, but when it comes to the final ranking match, there will only be one Martial Arts Platform, and naturally, the attention it receives will be higher than it is now.

It should not be too difficult for the people from the Heavenly King Sect and Sacred Dynasty to manipulate the draw.

They will arrange for Holy Son and Ling Xiao to encounter each other in the final battle.

Of course, the premise is that Ling Xiao can advance.

Out of twenty people, ten will advance, and this might seem like a lot, considering there’s a full fifty percent chance of advancing.

However, this probability doesn’t really explain anything.

Those who stand out from the first round are all notable talents; they are one in ten thousand geniuses on the Heavenly Dragon Continent.

The battle between geniuses is truly cruel.

For most, the odds against their opponents are even, and the real determinant of victory is often just a momentary battle.

Any slight lapse could lead to elimination.

This is indeed a bit too cruel.

There’s no shortage of experts in the five groups, besides the ten from the groups of Fengmo Ting, Zhai Juan, Ling Xiao, and Po Qian Jun, there are also the Holy Son and Mo Wu Shang from the first group, as well as Liu Lan who was ranked twenty-first in the last Martial Arts Festival finals, Feng Renjie who ranked twenty-seventh, and Liang Xiao who ranked thirtieth.

These three individuals are only second to the Holy Son and Mo Wu Shang in points within their group, and their strength is unquestionable.

And all three of them are disciples of the Heavenly King Sect.

This shows how strong the Heavenly King Sect is. Out of a hundred notable talents, more than forty are disciples of the Heavenly King Sect.

"The first match, Fengmo Ting versus Liu Lan!"

The second round of the competition had just started when a strong clash occurred.

Fengmo Ting was ranked nineteenth among martial artists in the last Martial Arts Festival finals.

Liu Lan was twenty-first.

Fengmo Ting had only lost to Po Qian Jun in the group matches, and then strategically conceded to Ling Xiao.

Liu Lan had only lost to Holy Son, Mo Wu Shang, as well as Liang Xiao.

She conceded directly to the first two, as they were too strong, but as for Liang Xiao, this guy was clearly stronger than during the last festival; after more than a hundred exchanges, Liu Lan narrowly lost by half a move.

Clang!

Fengmo Ting seemed not to have learned his lesson from the group matches, still using his narrow saber.

The long saber appeared, flashing with a fearsome cold light, and then he took a deep breath, fully prepared.

After losing to Po Qian Jun, he dared not underestimate any opponent anymore, especially since this was the second round of the competition where most of the top hundred had comparable strength; he absolutely could not afford to be complacent.

Liu Lan gently caressed her Storage Ring, and after a flash of red light, a soft sword appeared in her hand.

This weapon is particularly favored by female martial artists, as it is more flexible and the moves are more unpredictable.

After all, in terms of strength, women generally do not match men, so winning with technique is naturally better.

That soft sword looked just like a Silver Snake in the sunlight, flickering its tongue, making one shudder.

"Your guidance, please!"

As the soft sword was drawn, Liu Lan did not hesitate for a moment and took the initiative to attack; she appeared delicate and boneless, floating ahead as if she were willow catkins.

In just an instant, the silver light of the sword had reached Fengmo Ting’s front.

A distance of about ten meters was crossed in the blink of an eye.

Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang...

The continuous collision between the soft sword and the narrow saber sparked dazzling Mars all around.

The brilliant martial skills displayed elicited cheers from the audience below.

The Martial Arts Festival was both a competition and a celebration.

"Silver Snake Spits Letter!"

Liu Lan snorted coldly, the soft sword suddenly shot out from behind her, and then stabbed out at an unbelievable angle, attempting to break the balanced situation on the field.

Clang!

The burst of True Essence caused a roaring air current to rise, and the sparks on the field even turned into flames, making the already intense battle even more fiery.

The audience hardly dared to breathe out loud, completely captivated by the fierce fight.

Swoosh!

The previously blocked soft sword suddenly slid lightly, the tip gliding along the blade of Fengmo Ting’s knife as if the sword had suddenly grown three or four inches longer.

What was once an impossible move to hit the opponent had, at that moment, transformed into a lethal one.

This was the terrifying aspect of Silver Snake Spits Letter.

It made you unable to defend effectively.

However, Fengmo Ting’s face bore only a cold smile; his previously empty left hand now held another knife, and without using any particular technique, he directly stabbed at Liu Lan’s abdomen.

Thwack!

Liu Lan’s protective True Essence was broken, and her body hurriedly retreated, dodging the strike while a look of horror flashed across her face.

"Goodness, Fengmo Ting actually possesses the ability to multitask. It looks like Liu Lan is going to lose," said the person sitting next to Ling Xiao.

It was Zhai Juan.

After losing to Ling Xiao, this youngster didn’t hold a grudge. Instead, he attempted to befriend Ling Xiao.

It was he who spoke.

Ling Xiao, for his part, didn’t push him away.

"Brother Zhai speaks too soon, within five moves, Fengmo Ting is bound to lose!"

"What?"

Zhai Juan looked at Ling Xiao, puzzled, and asked, "Is that possible? Even though Fengmo Ting was at a disadvantage at the start, the moment he brought out the second knife, shouldn’t Liu Lan be certain to lose?"

Ling Xiao smiled and said, "I’ve said it before, Fengmo Ting’s biggest mistake is that he learned sword techniques but wields knives. One knife can still compensate for the flaws, but with two knives, while the attack becomes stronger, the openings also grow larger. He’s really done for, there’s no saving him."

"Now that you mention it, it really is so."

Zhai Juan wasn’t a fool, and with just a little hint, he understood.

Ling Xiao continued, "Actually, the problem doesn’t stop there. When he took out the second knife, Fengmo Ting should have been able to win. Were it me, even at the risk of injury, I would have finished the strike, but unfortunately, to avoid injury, he used unnecessary movements to block Liu Lan’s attacks and, as a result, missed the best opportunity to attack."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the situation on the Martial Arts Platform changed.

Fengmo Ting, originally intending to pursue his advantage after repelling Liu Lan, was instead caught off guard by Liu Lan, who disrupted his attack rhythm and regained the upper hand.

Liu Lan and Fengmo Ting were both disciples of the Heavenly King Sect and often sparred on ordinary days. Once an opening was found, there was no chance either would let the opportunity slip by.

Seizing the momentum, Liu Lan launched a flurry of strikes, giving Fengmo Ting no chance to catch his breath.

Splash!

Finally, Fengmo Ting’s protective True Essence was broken.

Bang!

Liu Lan took the opportunity to kick him off the Martial Arts Platform.

The rules of the competition stated that there were two ways to defeat the opponent: one was if the opponent conceded, and the other was if the opponent was knocked off the Martial Arts Platform.

"Damn, lost again!"

Fengmo Ting stood up with an unsightly expression on his face.

On the platform, Liu Lan also let out a long sigh of relief.

She might have won the battle, but it was anything but easy.

If they were to meet again, the outcome would still be unpredictable.

Fortunately, in the second round of the competition, she wouldn’t possibly meet Fengmo Ting again, which was a good thing, she supposed.

As the two stepped down, another pair stepped up, and the competition continued.