MJWCATFPITWOC Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Run Away Quickly!

Shen Yucheng raised his head, feeling tens of thousands of crimson-gold swords floating in the air, ready to shoot toward him in the next instant. At that moment, his body stiffened, unable to move, and he could only watch helplessly as the shadows of the swords pierced through his body.

Even though he couldn’t see the scene, he could sense the aura of countless sword energies in the pitch-black nothingness, their sharpness closing in.

Sometimes he felt like he was a freak of nature, and at times like these, he even wanted to laugh.

The inner core in his abdomen suddenly burned intensely, and the spiritual portals all over his body seemed to open up in an instant, gushing forth with power, creating a monstrous and chaotic force in his limbs.

His body couldn’t withstand this violent spiritual energy, and a pain in his chest caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood. The countless sword shadows above his head were getting closer and closer, but his feet were rooted to the ground, his path of escape completely blocked.

Just at this critical moment, his entire body suddenly glowed with golden light. A blazing golden flame ignited in his dark eyes. The moment he raised his head, he looked through the gaps between the countless crimson-gold swords at Mo Yifeng high in the sky, and saw an indescribable expression on his face.

As the sword hilts plummeted, Shen Yucheng didn’t have time to be surprised that his vision had returned. His mind was filled with Mo Yifeng’s expression, one of heartache.

Damn it, you were the one who stabbed them down, who are you making that face for…

The ground cracked open violently from the pressure of the sword energy, and Shen Yucheng’s figure was completely buried. However, the expected feeling of being pierced by ten thousand swords did not arrive. In the darkness, he felt a huge figure standing in front of him. The Azure Spirit Beast was shielding him, bearing the brunt of the sword energy, causing its halo to shatter and its spiritual power to weaken.

Shen Yucheng struggled to speak, but couldn’t say anything in time. The Azure Spirit Beast gently moved him to a relatively safe place, then let out a low roar and disappeared back into his contract heart.

He immediately checked, fearing that the Azure Spirit Beast had perished. Fortunately, it had only exhausted its spiritual power and was not in mortal danger.

Shen Yucheng gritted his teeth, rested briefly, broke through the rubble on the surface, and returned to the arena to fight Mo Yifeng to the death.

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“What did you mean by ‘golden threads’ just now?” Li Juemu looked sideways at Fu Lingxuan, “And what about ‘he deceived him’?”

On the arena, the fierce battle between Shen Yucheng and Mo Yifeng intensified, with the flashing of knives and swords intertwined, making it difficult to tell who was winning. Fu Lingxuan stared at the two of them intently.

In the past, he had also been puzzled by Shen Yucheng’s “golden threads,” and had even suspected that it was an extremely rare magical artifact. But after today, he finally understood that it could never be a magical artifact.

It was impossible for any magical artifact in the world to be divided into thousands of threads. Moreover, if there really was such a high-performance treasure, how could it be unknown?

As for the possibility of Shen Yucheng creating a magical artifact himself, it was also almost zero. The creation of a magical artifact required a huge amount of resources and time, and Shen Yucheng simply didn’t have these.

There was only one conclusion—the golden threads were Shen Yucheng’s own ability from the very beginning. This kind of materialization of spiritual power was unheard of in the world.

The scene of Mo Yifeng launching ten thousand swords at once appeared in his mind, coinciding with Shen Yucheng’s golden threads. The principles behind them should be the same.

Thinking of this, Mo Yifeng’s ten thousand swords were not scary at all, because Shen Yucheng’s golden threads were more flexible and deadly than sword energy.

The person facing Mo Yifeng was even more terrifying, that was a top-notch genius.

Having only entered the immortal sect for half a year, a mere six months, he had independently comprehended an attack mode, his future limitless.

Fu Lingxuan sneered, but he had never heard of Shen Yucheng’s ability before. He looked at the person on the stage.

Could it be a Forbidden Dao…

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On the arena, the two of them were covered in crisscrossing wounds and bloodstains. Their spiritual power was almost exhausted, and they were relying entirely on their willpower to support their battered bodies.

The audience outside the arena was dumbfounded, all of them shocked and frightened. The destruction, intensity, and desperate madness of this competition could be called an anomaly in the immortal sect competition.

In recent years, Mo Yifeng’s opponents had all surrendered halfway through the competition.

After many years, he had finally met a madman as crazy as Mo Yifeng, and the two of them didn’t know what they were fighting to the death for.

“Hiss, it looks painful.” Someone gasped.

“Isn’t it over yet?” Another person, who had just returned, patted his companion’s shoulder, “I went to the toilet and came back, and they’re still fighting.”

“You missed the exciting part, sit down quickly!”

The person glanced at the seats behind him and asked in confusion, “Why have the people behind you all left?”

The companion replied casually. “I didn’t notice, maybe they didn’t want to watch anymore.”

“Is that so…” he murmured.

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Mo Yifeng held the crimson-gold sword and stabbed towards Shen Yucheng, whose golden threads met it head-on. The two were locked in a difficult stalemate. But in reality, the power of their attacks had clearly weakened, and their bodies were on the verge of collapse. They were relying entirely on their unwillingness to admit defeat. Whoever fell first would be the loser.

Shen Yucheng’s spiritual power was overused, and his eyes became blurred again. He shook his head gently, preparing to continue his attack, but unexpectedly, this subtle movement was noticed by Mo Yifeng.

Just as Shen Yucheng was about to charge towards Mo Yifeng’s waist, the other party unexpectedly dodged sideways.

The moment Shen Yucheng charged towards Mo Yifeng’s waist, the other party suddenly dodged, and the two brushed past each other. In that instant, Shen Yucheng heard a low whisper in his ear:

“Your eyes are blurry?”

The voice was completely different from the coldness during the competition. It was as if the other party had returned to the gentle way they usually interacted. Shen Yucheng’s heart was shaken, and he was stunned for a moment, lightly responding with an “Mm.”

“Yucheng-ge, I’m tired. How about we decide the outcome with one move?”

For some reason, Mo Yifeng’s “tired” came at just the right time. Shen Yucheng was silent for a moment, and finally nodded. The two mobilized their remaining spiritual power, and the spiritual energy behind them transformed into thousands of small soldiers, charging towards each other simultaneously.

Mo Yifeng’s crimson-gold sword was one step faster, instantly reaching Shen Yucheng’s chest. At the same time, Shen Yucheng’s golden threads also pierced towards Mo Yifeng’s throat.

At that moment, time stood still.

Outside the arena, a disciple hurried to Fu Lingxuan’s side and whispered in his ear. Fu Lingxuan’s expression changed upon hearing this, and he asked in a deep voice, “Is this true?”

The disciple frowned and nodded repeatedly, “The barrier group just sent a message, Senior Brother Fu, what should we do? Should we stop the competition immediately?”

The disciple delivering the message was too excited, and although his voice was lowered, it was still heard by Li Juemu, who was beside him. Before Fu Lingxuan could answer, Li Juemu had already looked sideways at him. Fu Lingxuan’s face instantly became solemn: “Yes, now.”

Before he could finish speaking, there was a loud “Boom—” and a few wisps of white mist exploded on the arena. Everyone looked over together. Strangely, the sound didn’t come from the fiercely battling Shen Yucheng and Mo Yifeng in the air. In the few wisps of white mist, several figures had appeared in the center of the arena at some point.

Fu Lingxuan’s heart suddenly sank, and an ominous premonition arose in him. His mind quickly flashed through the message that the disciple had mentioned earlier. The missing disciples, the traces of intrusion that the barrier group had never detected, and the possible dangers lurking among the foreign participants and spectators.

He vaguely felt that this matter was inseparable from these figures who had suddenly appeared on the arena.

The white mist gradually dissipated, and someone exclaimed, “Aren’t those the Foundation Establishment group? Is the competition over? Why are they here?”

“Huh? Were they the people sitting in the audience just now? Why did they suddenly run onto the arena?”

Discussions arose one after another below the stage, but the five people on the stage were completely unaware. They stood motionless, their eyes hollow, their expressions strange, staring stiffly at a certain void in front of them.

Upon seeing this, Li Juemu’s heart skipped a beat. He turned to look at Fu Lingxuan and asked in a low voice, “What exactly is going on? What do you know?”

Fu Lingxuan frowned deeply. He didn’t want to let foreign participants intervene in the internal abnormalities to avoid causing panic, but the situation had obviously spiraled out of control.

“In the previous investigation of the missing disciples case, the barrier group checked all the channels in and out of the Lingfeng Sect and did not find any traces of outsiders invading. We suspected that the problem lay with the participants and spectators, but there were simply too many people, and it was inevitable that some would slip through the net. However, just now, the barrier group reported that more disciples had gone missing.”

In broad daylight…

The disciple just now was asking whether to stop the competition immediately, but looking at it now, it was clearly a step too late.

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Yucheng and Mo Yifeng above the arena had already noticed the abnormality, and their attacks stopped at the same time. As soon as Mo Yifeng retracted his sword, a cold light swept past his chin. He tilted his head and lowered his eyes, only to see the sharp blade graze his skin. If it had been even a fraction lower, it would have hit him.

The two looked at each other. Shen Yucheng frowned and spoke first, “Who did you offend this time? This time, they’ve chased you directly onto the arena.”

Mo Yifeng cleared his throat after seeing the faces of the five people, and said, “No way, Yucheng-ge, I don’t know these people at all.”

Shen Yucheng snorted coldly, crossed his arms, and said lazily, “Then why are they only attacking you?” As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp blade suddenly pierced through his arm. If he hadn’t instinctively raised his arm, he would probably have been injured by now. He was instantly stunned, looking down at the sword mark.

Mo Yifeng raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, “Yucheng-ge, did you also do something bad?”

Shen Yucheng was speechless. Seeing this, the smile in Mo Yifeng’s eyes deepened, obviously quite satisfied with Shen Yucheng’s discomfited appearance.

Just when Mo Yifeng retorted him with the same words he used to reprimand him, Shen Yucheng thought that this kid really held a grudge.

Although he was verbally harsh, Mo Yifeng’s gaze quickly swept over the five people on the stage. Their cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment stage. It was difficult to even think of bullying them, let alone actually doing something bad to them.

Too weak, it’s no fun to bully them.

Whether these thoughts were heard by the other party or not, the five people on the stage suddenly erupted in a fierce offensive, with sword lights, talismans, and spiritual energy all attacking at once. There was nothing to hide behind in the air. In a moment of desperation, Mo Yifeng subconsciously put an arm around Shen Yucheng’s waist, taking him and dodging nimbly.

Shen Yucheng, a grown man, was wrapped in the other party’s arms like this, and he angrily pushed him away, “I can do it myself.”

The elders outside the arena were about to step forward to stop this chaotic battle, but Fu Lingxuan coldly raised his hand and said in a deep voice, “Don’t move yet! Their condition is not right, their eyes are dazed, and they clearly don’t have any sanity. These five people can’t possibly hurt Shen Yucheng and Mo Yifeng. Let’s wait and see what happens.”

On the arena, five Foundation Establishment stage cultivators were attacking frantically. The audience was sweating for Shen Yucheng and Mo Yifeng, but after a quarter of an hour, the situation completely reversed.

Shen Yucheng and Mo Yifeng, the golden threads and crimson-gold sword lights behind them shone brightly, preparing to counterattack.

“Run! You five!” Someone shouted from the audience, “They’re going to strike back! Run!”

Next second, bursting with people.