Tyrant Sky Martial Soul
Chapter 809

Chapter 809: 809

Of course, for one with less fortune to defeat one with more fortune was no easy task.

After Joshua Long’s match, the competition continued, and the ones who appeared consecutively were Bai Qianjiao and Mo Wu Shang.

They both easily defeated their opponents, just as Ling Xiao had guessed before.

Both of their fortunes had reached seven cauldrons, and even though they defeated their opponents, they gained very little fortune, so there was hardly any change in their fortune.

Subsequently, more martial artists took the stage. It had to be said that the fights were still quite spectacular, but the audience was more eager for these matches to end quickly.

What they were looking forward to was the final showdown between the top experts, as that would be even more thrilling.

Of course, the appearance of certain individuals did cause a sensation, which was an exception.

For example, Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao’s opponent was actually Feng Yaorao.

Had it not been for Ling Xiao, Feng Yaorao would definitely have been the top contender in the True Demon Forbidden Land test.

This woman was not only powerful but also extremely intelligent and adept at reading people, making her an outstanding figure among women.

However, today, in front of Ling Xiao, she was like a baby who had just learned to walk.

Thinking back to what happened the night before, Feng Yaorao was still terrified.

But this woman was a good actress; she was very wary inside, yet she appeared very calm on the surface.

However calm she tried to be, when facing Ling Xiao, she still couldn’t help but break out in cold sweat on her forehead.

Thinking back to before entering the True Demon Forbidden Land, she had considered Ling Xiao as nothing more than an ant that could be crushed at any moment.

She had even threatened to kill Ling Xiao.

But now, standing in front of this man, she was nearly losing her courage to fight.

Taking a deep breath, she smiled bitterly, "How about making my defeat look graceful?"

She had no hope of defeating Ling Xiao, she just didn’t want to lose too badly; otherwise, for a vain woman like herself, it would be too heartbreaking.

"You are very smart in your actions, I can make your defeat look graceful,"

Ling Xiao smiled faintly.

He had also nearly killed Feng Yaorao once.

However, Feng Yaorao, unlike Jian Wuji, who was completely overconfident and dismissive of others, ultimately met a tragic end.

After recognizing Ling Xiao’s strength, Feng Yaorao no longer provoked him and even protected him many times.

This woman was very clever.

Generally, clever women tend to live longer.

Swoosh!

Feng Yaorao did not take out any weapon.

Because she knew using a weapon would be meaningless.

Her body turned into an afterimage as she leapt towards Ling Xiao, aiming straight for his vitals.

Even though she knew she was no match for Ling Xiao, she still used nearly ninety percent of her strength because she wanted to see just how big the gap between them was.

The True Essence of the fierce wind tore through the air, seemingly about to rip Ling Xiao’s body apart.

Ling Xiao did not draw his sword, nor did he condense a Qi Sword.

He simply took a light step forward, and then he appeared behind Feng Yaorao.

On his fingertips, there was a trace of blood.

On Feng Yaorao’s neck, there was a slight graze.

It was a very shallow mark, almost invisible.

But Feng Yaorao herself knew that if Ling Xiao wanted to kill her, this single move would have been sufficient.

"How could he have become so strong!"

Feng Yao looked miserably at the two cauldrons of fortune behind herself flying toward Ling Xiao, merging into the three cauldrons behind him.

Finally, the fourth cauldron behind Ling Xiao appeared as a blurry phantom; although it was not yet complete, it was already taking shape.

"Thank you!"

Feng Yaorao walked past Ling Xiao, smiling bitterly, "You really are an inscrutable fellow."

Ling Xiao did not speak, only smiling faintly.

Perhaps among all the people present, only he himself knew the depth of his abilities.

As fortunes converged, he found signs of a breakthrough from the early stage of the First Line of Heaven Realm. With just a bit more fortune, he might break through to the intermediate stage.

This fortune was indeed miraculous.

This was a breakthrough of the Heavenly Man Realm, which was much more difficult than the Transcendent Realm. Yet, even so, without any cultivation practice and merely through the aggregation of fortunes, Ling Xiao experienced signs of a breakthrough, which was truly terrifying.

After stepping down from the platform, Ling Xiao felt the mysteriousness of the fortunes while looking toward the Martial Arts Platform.

This time, the one going on stage was Holy Son Victoria Mingkong.

And her opponent was the formidable Third Young Master Bai.

Although only one cauldron of fortunes backed Third Young Master Bai, it was incredibly solid, with the second cauldron beginning to form a vague shadow.

The proud young man had not admitted defeat.

Because he felt he could try challenging the Holy Son.

However, the result was tragic.

He lost, and it was without any suspense.

He didn’t even know how he lost.

The Holy Son had only struck out with one palm, and without even touching him, he had already been defeated.

Having obtained a part of Third Young Master Bai’s fortunes, a shadow of the ninth cauldron now appeared behind Victoria Mingkong.

This guy was too formidable—among all the heavenly prides, she was the only one who had eight cauldrons of fortune, and now the ninth was also manifesting its shadow.

At this rate, as long as she did not lose, it seemed not impossible for her to eventually possess the fortune of nine cauldrons.

When leaving the stage, Victoria Mingkong glanced at Ling Xiao and even transmitted a message—

"Ling Xiao, I hope you don’t lose before you fight me, as I will be the one to absorb your fortune!"

Ling Xiao smiled faintly, saying nothing.

A battle with Victoria Mingkong was inevitable; it was just a matter of time.

Before encountering Victoria Mingkong, he felt there was a very low chance of his own defeat.

"It’s my turn now, Junior Brother Ling, pray for me!"

Victoria Mingkong left the stage, and Lan Yu’er stood up.

"Sister Lan, your opponent is Long Xiaoxiao; that girl is not easy to deal with, but don’t be nervous. Just perform steadily, and your strength should prevail over hers!"

Ling Xiao said with a smile.

"Then I’ll take your good word for it!"

Lan Yu’er also trusted Ling Xiao a lot; since Ling Xiao said she would win, then she definitely would.

Long Xiaoxiao was not amongst the heavenly prides in the last Martial Arts Festival, but she had improved greatly over the years and, like Third Young Master Bai, had defeated several senior experts to successfully advance to the battle of the Twenty Heavenly Prides.

Both their fortunes were one cauldron, and whoever won would get to rebuild the fortune of the second cauldron.

The battle lasted for fifty rounds, and they seemed evenly matched.

However, after one hundred moves, Lan Yu’er’s advantage became increasingly apparent.

The magical effect of the "Moon Radiance Holy Scripture" endowed her with more enduring combat power.

Her whole body seemed to be clothed in moonlight, dreamlike and illusory.

But don’t think this layer of moonlight is merely for show because it looks pretty.

Thinking that way would mean misfortune was not far off.

This layer of moonlight was a perfect combination of Heavenly Origin Power and external energy, possessing not only exceedingly terrifying defense but also a bone-chilling coldness.

It could strike an enemy, even freezing the enemy’s True Essence or Heavenly Origin Power.

Clearly, as time passed, Long Xiaoxiao gradually became overwhelmed.