CHAPTER 213: CHAPTER 152: RISING REPUTATION (DAY 2 OF 10,000 WORDS)

At this moment, the commotion had already attracted quite a few disciples from Danxia Peak.

Of course, most of the disciples at Danxia Peak were deeply absorbed in the Alchemy Dao and didn’t pay much attention to the outside world, thus unaware of Chen Ye.

But watching the excitement is human nature.

One disciple shouted, "What are you afraid of? Both are in the late-stage Qi Cultivation. Your uncle is older, are you afraid of losing to a younger junior?"

At this point, most disciples showed a trace of disdain on their faces.

In the Cultivation Realm, one must strive!

An elder, at the same stage, fearing a young newcomer, wouldn’t that be a joke?

"Tsk tsk tsk, some people grow more cowardly with age." Zhao Qing felt immense relief seeing Li Qiuyun’s face full of panic, releasing a big breath.

This vile woman, only knows how to show her face; now she knows panic?

"I... Senior Brother Zhao, Uncle Chen is just a Spirit Plant Cultivator, how could you have the nerve to duel him?"

Li Qiuyun gritted her teeth, forcibly pulling Chen Ye behind her, arguing with reason.

"Spirit Plant Cultivator?"

The eyes of all Danxia disciples looking at Zhao Qing suddenly changed,

"Hmm? Isn’t this Zhao Guardian’s nephew? Bullying a Medicinal Farmer..."

They were all Alchemists, their combat power similar to that of a Spirit Plant Cultivator, naturally putting themselves in Chen Ye’s position.

However, constrained by Zhao Qing’s status, although these disciples were indignant, they dared not speak out.

Chen Ye sighed.

Grasping Li Qiuyun’s pale wrist: "Don’t worry, leave everything to me. Some matters must have a conclusion."

He then turned to Zhao Qing, a mysterious smile on his lips, "Just a Magical Battle would be too dull, why not add some stakes. Thirty Contribution Points, do you dare accept?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding disciples watching the drama erupted into an uproar.

"Thirty Contribution Points? Did I hear that right? That’s nearly half a year’s monthly stipend for us Outer Sect disciples!"

"This Steward Chen is truly insane, not only daring to accept the challenge but also betting such a large stake!"

Zhao Qing was initially stunned, then overjoyed, and he laughed loudly: "Thirty Contribution Points? Hahaha! Old man, are you in a hurry to give Zhao Mou money? Fine! I’ll bet with you!"

...

Danxia Peak, Magic Battle Platform.

This platform was built from a whole piece of Cyan Gang Rock, extremely hard, surrounded by Defense Runes, capable of withstanding the full-force blow of a Qi Cultivation Stage cultivator.

By now, many Outer Sect disciples from Danxia Peak had already gathered below the platform to watch.

Zhao Qing, dressed in a sky-blue Inner Sect disciple’s attire, holding a Flowing Flame Sword, walked onto the Magic Battle Platform high-spiritedly, surrounded by several Inner Sect friends.

He glanced disdainfully at the audience below, finally fixing his gaze on Chen Ye, who stood quietly at the edge of the platform, clad in a blue robe, a cruel smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

Only when he saw the beautiful young girl beside him, her face full of concern, did his expression turn gloomy.

The Precepts Hall’s steward, responsible for supervising, confirmed the betting stakes and announced loudly: "The total stakes for this Magical Battle are sixty Contribution Points; the winner takes all! Stop at a point, do not injure unto death! The Magical Battle begins!"

His voice had barely fallen when Zhao Qing couldn’t wait to strike!

The Flowing Flame Sword in his hand buzzed and trembled, with a foot-high crimson flame rising on the sword blade, causing the surrounding air to heat up.

"Chen Ye! Today I will let you understand that between a sect disciple and a loose cultivator like you, there’s an insurmountable chasm!"

He shouted, forming a sword technique, and the Flowing Flame Sword transformed into a Fire Dragon, rushing towards Chen Ye with scorching Sword Qi!

Chen Ye, however, did not dodge. At the moment when the Fire Dragon was about to strike, his steps moved slightly, with the Cloud Chasing Step pushed to the extreme, his figure maneuvered like a ghost within a small space, effortlessly dodging the Fire Dragon’s attack.

It wasn’t that the Cloud Chasing Step was strong; what was strong was Chen Ye’s Divine Sense.

He could easily capture the trajectory of Zhao Qing’s magic!

"Can you only dodge?"

Zhao Qing, seeing this, grew more furious. His sword technique changed again, and the Fire Dragon roared, transforming into a rain of fire that blanketed the sky and covered Chen Ye!

Chen Ye finally moved.

"Clang!" A clear and sonorous sword sound resonated throughout the arena; that black Iron Sword suddenly drew out, with a flowing green light on the sword blade!

He flipped his wrist, the Sword Momentum surged like a tide, and with just one sword, he split the countless raindrops of fire in half!

The cyan sword light did not diminish, striking precisely on the blade of the Flowing Flame Sword.

"Clang!"

Zhao Qing only felt a violent force hit him, his tiger’s mouth shaking violently, and the Flowing Flame Sword flew out of his hand, arcing through the air, clanging onto the edge of the Magic Battle Platform.

With just one move, the outcome was decided!

The audience fell into a dead silence, everyone stunned with open mouths.

Zhao Qing’s face flushed red. He couldn’t fathom how his sure-win attack was resolved so effortlessly by the opponent, even having his weapon seized.

"I... I was just careless!"

He shouted unwillingly, charging at Chen Ye again with bare fists, fiery Spiritual Power on his fists!

"Stubborn and incorrigible."

Chen Ye shook his head, somewhat helpless.

He no longer held back, his fingertips flushed with golden light!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

In an instant, a massive amount of Geng Metal Qi Aura appeared out of thin air, numbering in dozens!

These golden auras transformed into a golden storm, tearing Zhao Qing’s scorching Spiritual Qi to shreds!

"Impossible?!" Zhao Qing was horrified, never had he seen someone wield Geng Metal Qi to such an extent!

He tried to hurriedly retrieve his sword to defend, but the golden storm was already near, several golden auras penetrating his Protective Spiritual Light, leaving several deep, bone-revealing wounds on his body.

For the first time, fear appeared in Zhao Qing’s heart.

"Do you submit?" Chen Ye looked down at him, his tone calm.

"I don’t submit!" Zhao Qing’s eyes were blood-red, glaring stubbornly at Chen Ye, his mouth still spewing curses, "You old bastard, you must have used some Demon Technique! If you have the guts don’t use this Demon Path witchcraft, and let’s have another upright duel!"

His gaze swept over the audience below, landing on a middle-aged cultivator with a dignified face, the Guardian Zhao of Danxia Peak!

Guardian Zhao sighed, his fingers making an almost imperceptible spell gesture.

The runes around the Magic Battle Platform brightened subtly, and an invisible Spiritual Power instantly empowered Zhao Qing!

"Hahaha! Old man, go die!"

Zhao Qing felt the surge in his Spiritual Power, his face twisted with a sinister grin, pouring all his Spiritual Power into the Flowing Flame Sword, slashing once more at Chen Ye with a far more massive Flaming Sword Qi!

"Alas—"

Chen Ye sighed softly, the Iron Sword in his hand surged with green light, and the Sword Momentum suddenly changed, no longer leisurely but transforming into a truly overwhelming wave of force!

The first slash, cyan light like a rainbow, easily split that Flaming Sword Qi in half!

The second slash, the Sword Momentum surged, crushing the protective Magical Artifact hastily summoned by Zhao Qing!

No need for a third slash, just a "boom" was heard.

Zhao Qing was struck heavily, the sound of his chest bones shattering was clear, his whole person flying backward like a broken kite, a mouthful of blood spraying in the air, landing on the ground in a pitiful state, thoroughly fainting.

The whole place fell into dead silence.

Chen Ye slowly sheathed his sword. He walked to the edge of the Magic Battle Platform, looking down at Guardian Zhao:

"Isn’t this... Three Captures of Zhao Qing?"

Guardian Zhao’s face turned livid, not even glancing at Zhao Qing, and left with a flick of his sleeve.