MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 52

Chapter 52: True Nature Exposed

The horns sounded, and the two stood side by side in the center of the arena, maintaining a distance from each other. Before they even exchanged blows, the air was thick with alertness, a suffocating tension.

Mo Yifeng gazed at Shen Yucheng across from him, his voice low, “Yucheng-ge, I won’t hold back.”

Shen Yucheng had his eyes closed, and he shouldn’t have been able to see anything outside. However, his posture was confident and composed, his temperament clear. Even without sight, he could move freely. “Just don’t make excuses about holding back after you lose.”

Mo Yifeng chuckled in amusement, sizing up Shen Yucheng. This calm and collected appearance was a stark contrast to his weakness when injured a few days ago. He curved his lips, and with a pinch of his fingers, the crimson longsword appeared in response. Shen Yucheng, hearing the sound, also generated hundreds of golden threads, eager to move.

From the audience seats, hundreds of eyes stared intently at the arena, no one daring to make a sound, afraid to miss a single brilliant moment in this duel.

At this moment, the sun was scorching, and the breeze was gentle. A white-robed youth’s straw hat in the audience seats was blown away by the wind, swaying back and forth in the air before finally landing softly. As the wind faded, everything returned to silence.

Each golden thread was as if it possessed its own life, wriggling flexibly. At the moment when heaven and earth returned to tranquility, they seemed to receive an order. In an instant, they all stiffened, transforming into sharp blades and shooting straight towards Mo Yifeng.

Shen Yucheng stood at the head of the golden threads, their master. He closed his eyes and relied on the fluctuations of his spiritual power to accurately sense his opponent’s movements. Although he had lost his sight at this moment, it was as if he could “see” Mo Yifeng right in front of him.

As soon as the match started, Mo Yifeng dodged around the stage to avoid the pursuit of the golden threads. He retreated while laughing, “Yucheng-ge, is this you not holding back right from the start?”

Shen Yucheng didn’t speak. His response was a tidal wave of golden threads, attacking wave after wave, not giving Mo Yifeng a moment to breathe.

Although the golden threads couldn’t catch Mo Yifeng, they were, after all, just consuming Shen Yucheng’s spiritual power, while Mo Yifeng was expending physical strength. If he continued to dodge like this, his stamina would probably be exhausted before the real fight even began. Thinking of this, he suddenly stopped, allowing the golden threads to approach.

Shen Yucheng frowned slightly, sensing Mo Yifeng’s spiritual power suddenly ceasing its movement. He couldn’t see the other’s real actions, so he could only be more cautious.

The audience outside the arena held their breaths. Mo Yifeng summoned the crimson longsword and charged straight towards the group of golden threads, intending to meet them head-on. The hearts of the cultivators were in their throats.

Shen Yucheng sensed the same spiritual power coming at high speed from the same person, and his heart tightened. He guessed that Mo Yifeng intended to break through by force.

The crimson longsword sped forward with extreme speed, and the golden threads instantly dispersed into several strands, attempting to intercept the sword. Just as the two sides were about to collide, the crimson longsword deftly passed through the gaps between the golden threads, slithering away like a snake.

Shen Yucheng was originally waiting for the crimson sword to arrive, but he was shocked when he realized that the crimson sword’s target was not the golden threads.

“Yucheng-ge, swords have no eyes, you have to be careful.” Mo Yifeng’s voice, carrying a hint of a smile, rang in his ear.

Shen Yucheng suddenly realized that Mo Yifeng had quietly approached him at some point. He now understood that Mo Yifeng had used the similarity between the sword and his own spiritual power to interfere with his senses. While the crimson longsword was entangled with the golden threads, Mo Yifeng reduced his presence and instantly moved behind him.

What a feint to the east and attack to the west.

He leaped lightly, quickly distancing himself from Mo Yifeng.

“Although I don’t have a sword right now, is it really okay for you to expose your weaknesses so easily, Yucheng-ge?” Mo Yifeng was extremely fast, appearing behind Shen Yucheng almost as soon as he leaped up, whispering softly in his ear, “I’m not as much of a gentleman as you are.”

Shen Yucheng was careless. He had been watching Mo Yifeng’s matches from outside the arena, but he didn’t expect the other’s speed to be several times faster than he had anticipated when they actually fought.

Mo Yifeng chuckled, placing a hand on Shen Yucheng’s lean waist. From the outside, the two looked like they were embracing intimately in the air.

“Let go immediately if you don’t want your hand broken,” Shen Yucheng said coldly. Before he could finish speaking, his figure turned, and a golden light flashed, completely different from the previous golden threads, its sharpness fully revealed.

Mo Yifeng withdrew his hand at the critical moment, looking down at a scratch on his sleeve. His gaze landed on the golden sword that had appeared out of nowhere in Shen Yucheng’s hand, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes. He grinned, staring directly at Shen Yucheng, a wary yet eager battle intent in his eyes.

Mo Yifeng summoned back his natal sword. The crimson longsword quickly broke free from the entanglement of the golden threads and returned to its master’s hand. The two exchanged sword energies, fighting each other as if they were mortal enemies.

“Aren’t they from the same sect? Why are they attacking so ruthlessly?”

“If you didn’t say so, I would have thought they had a deep-seated hatred.”

“The world of geniuses, we don’t understand.”

Shi Wen grabbed Shi Huan’s collar, watching the fierce battle in the arena intently, “Still, Yucheng can fight evenly with Senior Brother Mo.”

“Naive.” Li Yuan next to him said coldly, staring at the changes in the arena.

As time passed, Shen Yucheng gradually fell into a disadvantage. He was not a sword cultivator after all and could not compete with a natural sword genius. The wounds on his body visibly increased. Conversely, Mo Yifeng, being skilled in close combat, instinctively dodged attacks with his rich combat experience.

“At this rate, it’s only a matter of time before Shen Yucheng loses.”

Shi Wen frowned, full of doubt, “Why?”

Li Yuan said directly, “Do you know why Mo Yifeng is called a sword genius?”

Without waiting for Shi Wen to respond, Li Yuan continued, “It’s not just because of his age. Although that is also a factor, more importantly, he can achieve sword and man as one, easily doing things that others can’t even dream of.”

Hearing this, Shi Wen looked worriedly towards the arena. He saw Shen Yucheng retreating with his sword, a hint of defensiveness in his expression.

Mo Yifeng stood in the center of the arena, the crimson longsword emitting a dazzling red light, and spiritual energy surged from the ground.

Shen Yucheng frowned, unable to see through the other’s intentions. His intuition warned him that he had to stay away from this person; it was dangerous now.

Shi Wen felt the powerful spiritual pressure and said in horror, “This… what is this?”

Li Yuan’s gaze was deep, “Watch carefully, this is Mo Yifeng’s self-created sword move, no one in the world can imitate it.”

Shen Yucheng sensed the faint fluctuations of spiritual power in front of Mo Yifeng, which was the aura of the crimson longsword. However, in the next moment, the spiritual power soared at an unimaginable speed, eventually condensing into a giant crimson sword, its momentum like a rainbow.

Shi Wen’s eyes went wide. What they saw before them was a giant sword, its blade as towering as a giant tree, and it was hard to imagine the power it contained.

Cold sweat dripped from Shen Yucheng’s forehead. Before he could think of a countermeasure, the giant sword had already slashed towards him, its sword energy pressing down. Shen Yucheng didn’t dare to think too much and immediately turned to flee.

Each strike of the giant sword was clean and decisive, as if it really wanted to cut Shen Yucheng into pieces. Where the sword fell, sand and dust flew. In the blink of an eye, the entire arena was enveloped in a white cloud of sand and dust, and only a small black figure could be seen dodging around, with a giant sword chasing closely behind.

The situation reversed in an instant.

Mo Yifeng kept calling him Yucheng-ge, but his attacks were surprisingly vicious. Although Shen Yucheng could barely avoid the frontal attacks of the giant sword, the flying stones from the aftermath brushed against his body, leaving countless tiny wounds.

Shen Yucheng cursed inwardly. Even without seeing it, he could imagine Mo Yifeng’s expression with that crazy attack.

Mo Yifeng stood in the air, a faint smile on his face. The crimson sword was like an extension of his arm in his hands, accurately slicing at every blind spot of Shen Yucheng. The arena was already scarred and riddled with holes. Shen Yucheng kept dodging, but suddenly his foot faltered, and he lost his balance, while the giant sword fell heavily at this moment.

Exclamations rang out from the audience, and some people couldn’t bear to watch any longer and closed their eyes.

Li Yuan and the others frowned, focusing on the changes in the arena.

Mo Yifeng floated into the air, his gaze fixed on Shen Yucheng below, his eyes without any fluctuations. With a wave of his hand, the crimson giant sword fell, causing a deafening crash, and the force of a thousand tons spread to every corner of Lingfeng Sect.

Shi Huan looked nervously towards the arena, his voice tense, “What’s the result?”

He knew very well that Mo Yifeng’s attack was no joke. Every year at the Immortal Sect Competition, many people were seriously injured and fell because of their matches with Mo Yifeng. It was not that Mo Yifeng intentionally attacked ruthlessly, but it was his instinct for the passion of battle, something that ordinary people could not understand. When the strength of the two sides was not evenly matched, it was only natural for the weaker side to be seriously injured.

But in the next second, the sound of the giant sword hitting the ground did not sound. Instead, there was a muffled sound of a sword hitting a blunt object.

Mo Yifeng raised his eyebrows, waved his sword to disperse the sand and dust, took a closer look, and smiled, “As expected.”

Shen Yucheng was now standing on top of a giant Azure Scaled Beast, and the giant sword and the giant beast stood together in the arena. The audience had never seen such a scene before, and they were all dumbfounded.

The match had taken a dramatic turn, and Lingyi couldn’t help but get excited, laughing loudly, “This year, we can finally see a good show!”

Nie Yue asked, “Senior Sister Lingyi, what do you mean?”

Lingyi’s eyes were bright, and she looked at the giant sword, “This is your first time participating in the competition this year, so you probably don’t know the meaning of this giant sword, right?”

Nie Yue was curious.

“Every year, only a very few cultivators can force Mo Yifeng to use this sword. However, without exception, opponents have been defeated within two rounds of the appearance of the giant sword. So this sword has a special name in the Immortal Sect Competition, called the ‘Sword of Death’. Once it appears, it often means that the match is about to end.”

Lingyi looked at the Azure Scaled Beast with a meaningful gaze, “But this year is different. If it were those people from previous years, they would have already been defeated by that blow just now.”

Mo Yifeng looked at Shen Yucheng, his face full of excitement. He took a deep breath.

A gentle breeze blew, and Shen Yucheng’s black hair fluttered in the air, his delicate face stained with a few small streaks of blood.

The Azure Scaled Beast received the command and raised its giant fist, slamming it heavily on the ground. The already dilapidated surface of the ground shook violently again.

The Azure Scaled Beast was a spiritual beast that controlled the forces of nature. It raised its head and roared, and rain clouds instantly gathered, covering the entire sky, with lightning flashing, and the heavens and earth trembled because of it.

Mo Yifeng raised his eyes, looking at this harsh weather, the fanaticism in his eyes could no longer be concealed. He looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter filled with boundless pleasure.

Li Juemu looked at Mo Yifeng’s appearance, and his heart turned cold, “Has Brother Mo gone mad?”

Fu Lingxuan stared at Mo Yifeng in the arena and said lightly, “His true nature.”

Enjoying the battle, a natural fighter.

In the next moment, he caught a glimpse of Shen Yucheng out of the corner of his eye and slightly opened his mouth.

It seemed that this side was the same kind of maniac.

Shen Yucheng was covered in wounds, but he still couldn’t help but smile, and his eyes revealed the same expression as Mo Yifeng.