Chapter 401 - 77: Lucky Guess! Utterly Brazen!

Chapter 401: Chapter 77: Lucky Guess! Utterly Brazen!

“That’s right! Let’s spar and exchange ideas. Not only can we settle the score, but we can also improve our combat experience. How exciting!”

Liu Yifeng was the first to stand up and support Xiao Lie.

He could naturally see that Xiao Lie wanted to vent the anger from earlier.

Taking advantage of the sparring session, he aimed to stir trouble for Luo Cheng!

Their thoughts were exactly aligned!

“Alright!”

“Haha! Hearing this makes my hands itch.”

Everyone present was a talented youth, at an age full of vigor and competitiveness, refusing to bow before anyone.

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Upon hearing Xiao Lie’s suggestion, all were brimming with excitement, flexing their muscles, eager to show off their skills and steal the spotlight.

Jin Tiandu saw the crowd’s enthusiasm, stood up, and smiled:

“Since everyone is so interested, it wouldn’t be right to dampen the mood.”

“However, this is merely friendly sparring. Please exercise restraint and avoid harming relationships. Also, all participants in a duel must agree mutually; coercion is unacceptable.”

As Jin Tiandu’s voice faded, several attendants promptly entered the garden, moved the tables aside, and cleared a large open space.

Luo Yao watched Luo Cheng’s calm demeanor and said with a gentle smile, “Those Fierce Cloud Sect disciples have been keeping an eye on you. They’re likely planning to use this opportunity to target you.”

Luo Cheng took a sip of tea, dismissively replying, “Only afraid they won’t come.”

Truth be told, if not for the presence of the Eldest Prince, he would have dealt with them earlier!

Having gone through so much, Luo Cheng understood a principle: troubles cannot be avoided; they must be dealt with decisively!

Strike hard once to prevent a hundred blows later!

Moreover, because of Sun Yingyang, he found anyone from the Fierce Cloud Sect detestable.

It’s fine if they don’t provoke him.

If they do, then they must pay the price!!

Listening to Luo Cheng’s sharp words, a flicker of intrigue flashed in Luo Yao’s beautiful eyes as her lips curled slightly, resembling a cat smelling a fish.

With the area cleared, the Eldest Prince Jin Tiandu laughed heartily:

“Haha, who will take the lead?”

Swish!

Just as Fierce Cloud Sect Inner Sect disciple Xiao Lie was about to step forward, a figure suddenly rushed ahead into the center of the open space.

It was a young maiden, around sixteen years old, wearing a sword on her waist.

The girl had delicate features, dressed in a flowing green gown, her slender figure swayed gracefully like a willow in the wind. Her almond-shaped eyes glared coldly at a handsome, pale-faced youth among the seated crowd. Biting her lips, she shouted:

“Qiao Qing, you scoundrel! Come out and fight me!”

As soon as these words fell, everyone’s expressions took on a playful cast, turning their attention to the two.

The pale-faced young man stood up awkwardly and walked into the clearing. He looked at the girl and spoke softly:

“Yuan Mei, listen to me explain…”

“Take my sword!”

Yuan Mei’s eyes were filled with chilling killing intent. Her wrist flicked, and her Silver Snow thin sword shot out of its sheath, unleashing a storm of sword light that enveloped the pale-faced youth.

The young man swiftly evaded to the side, his palms striking continuously.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Explosions of Qi reverberated incessantly. The pale-faced youth’s palms moved like the wind, layers of Hand Gang forming an impenetrable defense around him, dispersing the incoming sword strikes. Meanwhile, his lips parted slightly, evidently transmitting his voice to Yuan Mei.

Their fierce combat drew constant murmurs among the crowd.

From their whispered discussions, Luo Cheng finally pieced together the story.

Yuan Mei was an Inner Sect disciple from a minor sect within the Great Chu Dynasty.

The pale-faced youth Qiao Qing, however, was a disciple of Jile Sect, the foremost sect of the Great Qi Dynasty.

The two had shared a romantic history.

However, Qiao Qing had disappeared without a word, and to see him unexpectedly at the banquet today had led to this dramatic confrontation.

“The Great Qi Dynasty’s Jile Sect…”

Luo Cheng thought of a manual he possessed, one tied to the Jile Sect’s Exclusive Technique, the Desire Spirit Technique.

The Desire Spirit Technique was something he had previously obtained from a shadow thief. It was a Four-star Technique, complete with movement and martial skill supplements.

This technique absorbed the Yin Essence Qi from women through Yin Yang Union, rapidly improving one’s realm. However, if the woman’s realm was insufficient, the consequences ranged from substantial harm to outright death.

Because of its wicked nature, Luo Cheng hadn’t brought it back to his family and had kept it with him.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

On the field, Yuan Mei’s swordsmanship grew increasingly swift, forcing Qiao Qing to retreat repeatedly.

Luo Yao asked, “Luo Cheng, who do you think will win?”

Luo Cheng shook his head. “It’ll probably end in a draw.”

“A draw?”

Luo Yao didn’t expect that response and felt surprised.

Not far away, Liu Yifeng, who had been paying close attention to Luo Cheng, couldn’t help but mock upon hearing this:

“Ridiculous! In such an apparently imbalanced fight, you dared to call it a draw!”

“Awakening Vein Realm-level fights are beyond your capability to judge. I suggest you refrain from speaking further, lest you make yourself a laughingstock!”

Luo Cheng raised a brow and said indifferently, “Oh? And what’s your expert opinion?”

Liu Yifeng, eager to show off, looked at the dueling pair and smugly replied:

“Qiao Qing is at the Peak of the First Layer of Awakening Vein Realm, while Yuan Mei is only at the Middle Stage of the same layer. There’s a difference of two sub-realms between them.”

“Moreover, everyone knows that prolonged defense leads to openings! Qiao Qing has defended seamlessly for so long, which proves his strength far surpasses Yuan Mei’s. If I’m not mistaken, the moment Yuan Mei’s offensive wanes, victory will be his!”

The nearby people nodded in agreement.

Liu Yifeng’s analysis was logical, and most shared his view that Yuan Mei would lose.

Luo Cheng didn’t argue, merely smiled and said, “Then let’s wait and see!”

Liu Yifeng’s reasoning was sound.

Yet it only scratched the surface.

With his powerful soul-sense, Luo Cheng noticed many subtleties unseen by others.

Though Yuan Mei’s attacks seemed relentless, her killing intent was gradually fading, and every strike withheld some force—clearly unwilling to harm Qiao Qing.

As for Qiao Qing, Liu Yifeng was correct in saying his strength eclipsed Yuan Mei’s. If he wished, victory would take but a few moves, yet he refrained from countering altogether.

Rather than sparring, it was more akin to flirtatious bickering.

Based on Luo Cheng’s assessment, the odds of a draw between the two stood at sixty to seventy percent, with Yuan Mei winning being the secondary possibility at thirty percent.

As for Qiao Qing claiming victory as Liu Yifeng suggested, there wasn’t even half a percent chance.

Liu Yifeng noticed Luo Cheng’s total disregard for his opinion, his face immediately turning sour:

“Hmph, let’s see how this ends in a draw!”

He silently swore that if Qiao Qing emerged victorious, he would seize the opportunity to thoroughly humiliate Luo Cheng!

Luo Yao’s gaze flickered. She privately agreed more with Liu Yifeng’s analysis but chose to trust Luo Cheng’s judgment.

Just then, there was a sudden shift in the match:

“Spring Breeze!”

Yuan Mei unleashed her ultimate move. Her sword light transformed into an endless stream of attacks, akin to spring rains, relentlessly targeting Qiao Qing.

Shhh shhh shhh shhh…

The air was rent with cracks as Qiao Qing’s entire figure was engulfed.

Suddenly.

“Ah!”

Qiao Qing was struck by a sword light, clutching his chest as his body staggered backward.

Yuan Mei’s expression shifted; she quickly withdrew her sword and hurried forward. “You! Are you alright?”

“Heh, I’m fine.”

Qiao Qing smiled, moved his right hand aside, revealing that his chest was entirely unharmed—the sword light had already been crushed by him.

“You! I’m done with you!”

Yuan Mei felt a mix of shame and frustration, her face flushing crimson as she turned and fled from the garden.

“Everyone, pardon me for leaving first!”

Qiao Qing hurriedly chased after her.

The crowd was left in shock, surprised at the drama-filled resolution to the duel.

“This… truly a draw…”

Luo Yao looked at Luo Cheng in astonishment.

The nearby crowd, who had been whispering comments earlier, now wore expressions of surprise.

Nobody expected Luo Cheng’s prediction to come true—the most unlikely outcome had materialized!

The only exception was Liu Yifeng, whose face turned livid as he crushed his teacup.

He hadn’t anticipated Luo Cheng’s sheer luck, resembling that of a fool blessed by fate, to guess correctly!

If not for concerns about being accused of bullying the weak, earning public criticism, Liu Yifeng would have gladly stepped into the ring to beat Luo Cheng into submission and teach him a brutal lesson!

At that moment, another person entered the duel stage.

It was none other than Fierce Cloud Sect Inner Sect disciple Xiao Lie. He turned to look at Luo Cheng, mockingly laughing:

“Haha, someone here boldly claimed that us Fierce Cloud Sect disciples are nothing but trite rabble! I wonder who might that be?”

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