NOVPUB"Then try and you’ll know," Jiang Heng snorted coldly, his fist enveloped with a forceful energy. A gust of wind swept beneath his feet, white spiritual energy engulfing his whole body as he directed a punch towards Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu chuckled lightly, not dodging or avoiding, simply letting the fist smash into his abdomen.
"My foolish brother, after all this time, it seems your attack strength hasn’t grown in the slightest," as the fist collided with his abdomen, Jiang Yu’s expression remained unchanged, his body motionless as if he felt nothing.
Jiang Heng’s gaze hardened, letting out a few light roars, as he threw several more punches in succession.
"Although I’m sorry, this time, I will take the spot," said Jiang Yu, his palms sweeping out towards Jiang Heng as he spoke.
Jiang Heng snorted coldly and quickly retreated backward.
By the time Jiang Yu’s palms were still in the air, Jiang Heng had already moved to one side.
"Your speed has increased so much," Jiang Yu said with narrowed eyes.
"Noticed, have you," Jiang Heng sneered, rushing forward, his body leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.
The two fought for a while, and Jiang Yu’s expression changed slightly. Jiang Heng’s speed was much faster than his; he couldn’t even touch the edge of his opponent’s clothes with his attacks.
Although his own defensive power was astonishing, every one of Jiang Heng’s strikes landed in the same spot on his abdomen.
At first, he didn’t feel it, but as the blows kept coming, Jiang Yu began to feel a distinct pain.
"You have abandoned your own path of extremity," Jiang Yu shouted.
The two had been rivals since they were young, with Jiang Heng obsessed with the way of attack, while he was obsessed with defense.
As for other aspects like speed, they had not deliberately trained.
"That’s not important, as long as I can win against you, that’s enough," Jiang Heng roared back.
His body was slender, but at this moment, with his right fist raised high, veins bulging all over his body, his eyes protruding, it was as if all the efforts of the past decade were condensed into this one punch.
When this punch hit Jiang Yu’s abdomen, his complexion changed dramatically, and his previously unyielding body hit the iron chains at the edge of the arena with a heavy thud.
"My dear brother, it’s time for you to experience what I’ve felt all these years," Jiang Heng stepped forward and spoke indifferently, "In front of so many people here today, I will repay all of my defeats over the past decade. Does it feel desperate?"
"I just find it ironic," Jiang Yu replied faintly, "that a person who adhered to his martial path faith would lose to someone who abandoned it."
"Let me repeat, I did not abandon my martial path, it’s just that the previous way of extremity didn’t suit me," Jiang Heng replied, "That path was too hard to follow. Although there are many examples of Great Emperors before us, like the offensive way of the Great Emperor of the Three Blades and the speedy way of the Divine Travel Great Emperor.
But how many Great Emperors of the Three Blades are there in this world?
I told you back then that I wanted to be like the Great Emperor of the Three Blades, to entrust my life to power.
But it was too difficult. I was just talking, inside my heart, my soul, and the conviction that is etched into my bones and merged into my blood all tell me that I cannot achieve the Great Emperor’s level of purity.
Some paths are dead ends from the beginning. Trying is not wrong, but it’s useless if the direction is wrong.
So a year ago, I started to slow down the cultivation of my attack and began enhancing my defense and speed.
Actually, we were both wrong. The path of extremity is too difficult to walk."
"That’s you, don’t lump me in with you," Jiang Yu said, after a moment of silence, bellowing, "Even if I crash into the south wall, I won’t turn back."
"But you lost," Jiang Heng responded calmly.
Hearing Jiang Heng’s words, Jiang Yu fell instantly silent, knowing that no matter what he said, all vigorous explanations turned pale in the face of defeat. 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝖔𝔪
As the two conversed in the arena, the Sect Master of the Holy Spring Sect, Luo Changhe, slowly stood up and walked forward to observe them.
"Sect Master," the two of them hurriedly greeted.
"Actually, both of you are right," Luo Changhe said with a smile, "Don’t be nervous. Jiang Heng did nothing wrong. Sometimes when a path is impassable, it’s perfectly okay to give up and try a different direction. Who knows, you might discover a whole new world."
"As for you, Jiang Yu, you’re also right. Some paths, though difficult, will reveal a broader world to you if you persist."
"There’s more than one path to success."
"Remember this, there are no eternal losers in this world, only temporary victors."
Hearing Luo Changhe’s words, both fell into deep thought.
......
The competition from fifteen to eight has ended, and the upcoming semi-finals should be considered the most spectacular stage of this contest.
Because the few remaining in the arena are the most highly regarded Saint Heirs and Saintesses of their respective sects.
Of course, except for Xu Zimei and another disciple called Lin Hang whose reputations were not as significant, the other six, Xuanyuan Xuantian, Xian Linger, Baili Xiao, Chu Yang, Tian Mozi, and Jiang Heng, were very well-known.
The next round of competition didn’t require drawing lots but was based on the total time taken in the previous contests, allowing the disciple with the shortest time to choose their opponent first.
As Xu Zimei had resolved all his matches with a single blow, his time was naturally the shortest.
Xu Zimei glanced at the seven people next to him, noting that the rest appeared indifferent, but that disciple named Lin Hang seemed quite eager to try.
"Alright, you it is," Xu Zimei pointed at Lin Hang, chuckling.
"Thank you, thank you," the youth named Lin Hang hastily expressed his gratitude.
"Thank for what?" Xu Zimei asked, puzzled.
"Thank you for giving me the opportunity to make it into the top four," Lin Hang replied.
"So confident?" Xu Zimei was somewhat taken aback.
"While you are tough to deal with, compared to the other demons, I still have some confidence," Lin Hang responded with a smile.
"Looking down on everyone?" Xu Zimei shook his head and laughed, "Well, good luck to you."
Then Baili Xiao, the second fastest disciple, chose Jiang Heng as her opponent.
The third person, Xuanyuan Xuantian, looked at Xian Linger and said with a smirk, "If you’re willing to join me, I’ll let you go."
"Crazy," Xian Linger snorted coldly.
"Then I’ll just have to beat you into submission," Xuanyuan Xuantian replied nonchalantly, smiling.
What remained then were Chu Yang and Tian Mozi.
......
As the contest began, the disciple named Lin Hang’s body swirled with Spiritual Energy, and he slowly stretched out his right hand, smiling, "I’ve been preparing for this match for a long time."
As he extended his right hand, a dark yellow whirlwind of sand began to spin in the palm of his hand.
Xu Zimei’s gaze sharpened as he said, "Lost Divine Wind."
"Exactly. Although I know it’s difficult for me to get first place, with this Lost Divine Wind, if I’m lucky, I have a chance of making it into the top four," Lin Hang said with a smile.
