CHAPTER 195: 143 MOUTH

Just as the demon pets on both sides were endlessly battling, the Two-tailed Fire Fox heard its master’s command.

In mid-air, it suddenly turned its head, and the fireball that had been gathering in front of its face was fiercely shot out towards the position its master pointed: "Woo!"

"What the hell!"

"Oh no!"

"Ah this... be careful!" Exclamations echoed all around, and Li Mengnan immediately felt something was wrong!

Having just rolled to unload the force and not yet risen, she only felt her heart pounding. Without time to get up, she immediately sprang her foot and lunged further away.

However, just as she lunged forward, a fireball landed, exploding violently just 10 centimeters from her boot!

To be honest, Li Mengnan’s legs were indeed a bit long, so much that they even hindered her...

If she had shorter legs, maybe her boots could have been farther from the blast center.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Sparks splashed, the sound of the Demon Breath Battle Robe shattering resounded continuously, starting from Li Mengnan’s feet and spreading all over her body.

At the moment Li Mengnan landed, her Demon Breath Battle Robe shattered with a bang!

Ye Mingsheng was no fool to just stand there; he had already started circling forward before the spark splash explosion.

It’s just that because he had to avoid the splash damage, he took a rather large detour.

Seeing Li Mengnan fall to the ground, hearing the shattering of her Demon Breath Battle Robe, Ye Mingsheng rushed up immediately!

"Paper Crane Disciple, the quarterfinals are not the place for you!" The mocking voice exploded in her ear.

Li Mengnan’s face was smeared with dirt, and she clenched her teeth in hatred, the Three-foot Qing Peak in her hand buzzing!

With no time to catch her breath, she fought with all her might. Supporting herself with her left hand on the ground, she fiercely thrust her sword with her right hand towards the source of the voice!

"Ding!" The long sword pierced straight at Ye Mingsheng’s lower abdomen, but the Demon Breath Battle Robe only cracked without shattering.

Even though Li Mengnan activated the Demon Sword Array, she still could not puncture the enemy’s battle robe with one strike!

The gap in stage level was a gap in hard power after all. No matter how small, sometimes it leads to despair.

Ye Mingsheng really had the skills to be fearless!

Or maybe he was fired up; he should have had the chance to parry the incoming sword but didn’t, using his actions to declare...

You, Paper Crane Disciple, are truly lacking!

The Three-foot Qing Peak rested against Ye Mingsheng’s lower abdomen, and Ye Mingsheng swung his blade fiercely, its sharp edge gleaming!

"Crack!"

Also activating the Demon Blade Array, Ye Mingsheng shattered Li Mengnan’s Demon Breath Battle Robe with just one strike.

"Hiss!!!" From Li Mengnan’s side, an Electric Soul Imprisonment suddenly surged out, angrily pushing Ye Mingsheng away.

"Toot toot~ toot toot!" A sharp whistling sound erupted abruptly.

Ye Mingsheng stepped back several paces but still wore a cold smile.

The assistant referee, expressionless and holding a whistle, announced: "Northern contestant violated the rules, declared defeat, southern contestant wins."

"Haha~!"

"Won, won, was it really that easy?"

"Are you kidding me? Even with her hitting my Brother Ye in his Demon Breath Battle Robe, she couldn’t break through the defense in ages~"

"What’s going on, is it over already? Let me see... it’s only 9:06?"

Li Mengnan bit her lips tightly, not saying a word.

She grasped the head of the Electric Soul Imprisonment, slowly pressing it back into her body. She didn’t summon it deliberately, but evidently, demon pets have their judgment.

Another assistant referee rushed over quickly, looking at the bloody cut on Li Mengnan’s back, which was simply shocking!

And yet Li Mengnan endured the pain, not uttering a sound?

Perhaps it was precisely because of the opponent’s endless mockery and sneers that she bit her lip, enduring in silence.

The assistant referee had just summoned a wooden stump when Wind Witch flew over, her knitted face full of regret and sadness.

(╥﹏╥)

"It’s fine, it’s fine." Li Mengnan said tremulously, reaching out to hold Wind Witch, touching her forehead.

Behind her, a tree stump quickly swept down, swiftly encapsulating her into a tree cocoon.

"The next match doesn’t start until 10, what should we do now?"

"Don’t know, maybe check out the other arenas?"

"What’s there to watch? The Paper Crane Disciple over there also lost, hahaha, they’re really all just filler in the quarterfinals."

Compared to the silent eastern audience, the western crowd was cheering and laughing loudly.

"Du Yu!" Ye Mingsheng suddenly spoke, bringing silence to the celebrating crowd and stopping those who were about to leave.

Perhaps due to adrenaline or Ye Mingsheng was going to exert more effort to achieve his goal.

The Tang Blade in his hand pointed towards the east side, with blood dripping from its tip.

"I told you, she doesn’t have what it takes."

Ye Mingsheng grinned, looking afar at Du Yu: "Looks like the Paper Crane Disciples have all lost, are you the last face of the group?"

For a moment, everyone looked at Du Yu standing on a mound of dirt.

The older disciples from the west were delighted, loving the spectacle of someone falling from grace.

The new disciples from the east had varied expressions, some dejected, some furious, while others held a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

Perhaps this renowned yet never-before-seen First Disciple could really salvage some dignity for us.

Soon, the students suddenly shifted their gaze?

A tall figure came striding over, clutching a Patterned Silver Blade, extending it to Du Yu’s side.

Lin Shiwei, back to the crowd, softly said: "Go ahead, Master Qing has permitted it."

Du Yu grasped the Patterned Silver Blade firmly, stepping down from the mound.

A hand pressed on his shoulder, making Du Yu halt immediately.

Lin Shiwei slightly tilted her head, whispered into Du Yu’s ear: "Don’t plug your ears, tear their mouths apart."

Du Yu raised an eyebrow: "Is that what Master Qing said?"

Lin Shiwei glanced up at Du Yu, her lips curving slightly: "No, that’s what I said."

Du Yu nodded silently, squeezed through the crowd, and stepped into the arena.

Ye Mingsheng’s eyes lit up, delighted beyond belief!

Du Yu grinned, beckoning to Ye Mingsheng with his finger: "Come."

...

A 5,000 character Chapter, seeking some votes.