All Novel Full Chapter 190 Dragon and Phoenix Competition - Second Round Begins
Chapter 190 Dragon and Phoenix Competition – Second Round Begins
The next day, the atmosphere in the arena was just as hyped, if not more, than the day before.
With the participants reduced to 128, the expectations for the fights were high, and those who made it through this round would also secure a spot in the Top 100 List of the Dragon and Phoenix Ranking.
Unless you were among the 28 weakest in this round, your name would be etched in the Dragon and Phoenix Ranking, which itself was an achievement one could brag about for a lifetime.
The arena was alive with energy as the second round of the tournament began.
The crowd, now familiar with the participants, was more invested than ever. The participants already have gained quite a fan from the crowd as well, with most being obviously Ling Meiyu.
Feng Yun also has gained quite a bit of supporters after his performance in the first round.
The announcer’s voice boomed through the arena.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the second round of the Grand Tournament! Today, the remaining 128 participants will battle for their place in the top 64. Let the matches begin!”
The first few matches were intense, with participants showcasing their skills and strategies.
The crowd roared as techniques clashed, and the arena was filled with powerful qi.
It seemed that the opposite of yesterday was happening, as Feng Yun and Ling Meiyu, who fought early yesterday, had not yet been called.
The audience even speculated that the two might end up fighting each other in this round.
After half the matches were over, from the Feng Clan, only Feng Jianhong and Feng Xiaoyu had fought, and luckily, their opponents were only in the Core Formation Stage, so they had an easy victory.
Just then, the artifact in the sky began shuffling names again.
“Feng Mei of the Icy Veil Sect vs Shen Rui of the Shen Clan!”
The announcer announced the names.
The moment the names were shown, the crowd became excited.
Not only were the fighters two Grand Qi Condensation Realm geniuses, but they were also incredibly beautiful.
Many leaned forward in their seats, eager to witness what promised to be a breathtaking battle.
Feng Mei stepped onto the arena with her characteristic poise, her icy blue robes shimmering under the sunlight.
Her calm demeanor and ethereal beauty captivated the audience.
Her every step exuded confidence, her frosty aura spreading across the arena like a winter breeze.
Opposite her, Shen Rui entered with equal grace.
The two women stood opposite each other, their gazes locking. The crowd fell silent, sensing the gravity of the moment.
Shen Rui’s lips curled into a smirk as she assessed Feng Mei, her eyes narrowing with superiority.
“Feng Mei,” Shen Rui began, her voice carrying a sharp, disdainful edge.
“You should surrender now and spare yourself the embarrassment of losing in front of everyone. Otherwise… !”
Her words drew a collective murmur from the crowd, some amused, others shocked at her audacity.
Shen Rui clearly enjoyed the attention, her powerful qi flaring around her as if to emphasize her confidence.
Feng Mei remained unfazed.
She stood as still as a glacier, her eyes meeting Shen Rui’s fiery gaze without a hint of emotion.
She had encountered many arrogant opponents, and Shen Rui was just another name on that long list.
Responding to such provocations was beneath her and a waste of time.
“What’s the matter?”
Shen Rui pressed, mistaking Feng Mei’s silence for cowardice.
“Too proud to admit defeat? Trust me, it’s better than being humiliated when I crush you in front of everyone.”
Still, Feng Mei said nothing to Shen Rui.
Instead, she turned her head toward the referee and asked.
“Can we start the match?”
The referee nodded his head. He wanted to see whether Feng Mei would give in to Shen Rui’s word and surrender, but with Feng Mei’s question, he knew there was no need to waste more time.
“Contestants, prepare yourselves! Are you two ready?”
Feng Mei obviously nodded her head.
On the other hand, Shen Rui’s expression contorted with anger.
She had assumed that Feng Mei’s silence was born out of fear, a sign of intimidation.
But now it was clear—Feng Mei was blatantly ignoring her, dismissing her entirely.
How could she, the proud princess of the Shen Clan, tolerate such blatant disregard?
“You just wait. I will turn that indifference into regret!” Shen Rui seethed, her voice dripping with venom as her qi flared violently, a clear reflection of her wounded pride.
“Contestant Shen, are you ready?”
The referee asked as he didn’t get the reply he wanted from Shen Rui.
“Yeah, yeah, let’s begin!”
Shen Rui answered as she glared at Feng Mei.
“Begin!”
The moment the referee’s hand dropped, Shen Rui’s figure blurred as she surged forward, her movements swift and precise.
She unsheathed her sword with a flick of her wrist, the blade gleaming under the arena lights.
With a fluid motion, she aimed a series of sharp, quick strikes at Feng Mei, her sword cutting through the air with deadly intent.
“Prepare to be humbled!”
Shen Rui hissed, her voice filled with venom as she slashed horizontally at Feng Mei’s torso, then followed up with a downward strike aimed at her shoulder.
But Feng Mei was unshaken.
Her gaze remained calm and unyielding as she gracefully sidestepped the first slash, her body flowing like water.
She ducked under the second strike, her movements so precise that the tip of Shen Rui’s sword missed her by mere inches.
Feng Mei’s composure was a sharp contrast to Shen Rui’s mounting frustration.
Shen Rui’s eyes narrowed, her grip tightening around the hilt of her sword.
“Why won’t you fight back?”
She spat, her tone laced with disdain.
“Are you too scared to face me head-on?”
Feng Mei didn’t answer.
Instead, she continued to move with effortless grace, avoiding each strike with fluid, almost imperceptible movements.
The crowd watched in awe as Feng Mei’s agility and poise seemed to defy the speed and power of Shen Rui’s sword strikes.
Fury began to cloud Shen Rui’s judgment. She launched herself forward again, her sword flashing in the air as she executed a series of rapid slashes aimed at Feng Mei’s neck and legs.
The arena seemed to hold its breath as the blade cut through the air, the sound of metal ringing sharply.
But once again, Feng Mei was a step ahead. She tilted her body just enough to avoid the lethal strikes, and with a swift movement, she reached out and disarmed Shen Rui.
The sword flew from her hand, spinning through the air before landing several feet away. Shen Rui stood there, momentarily stunned, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Feng Mei took a step back, her expression calm.
She had fought many people and had ample experience, whereas Shen Rui didn’t seem to have much experience in actual combat.
Her cultivation might be high, but her fighting style was no different from a child who, in their haste to win, immediately resorts to using their full power and most forceful techniques without any strategy or finesse.
Shen Rui’s face turned crimson with anger, her pride shattered.
“You—”
She began, her voice trembling with fury.
“You will regret this!”
She lunged forward, attempting to land a powerful punch, but Feng Mei was already moving.
With a quick sidestep, she grabbed Shen Rui’s wrist, twisting it and forcing her to the ground with minimal effort.
Shen Rui gasped, the pain from the hold causing her to gasp for air.
With one final twist, she released Shen Rui, who fell to the ground, defeated and humiliated.
The crowd was silent for a moment, then erupted into applause as Feng Mei turned away, her victory undeniable.
The referee stepped forward, his voice echoing across the arena.
“The winner is Feng Mei of the Icy Veil Sect!”
Shen Rui, her pride in tatters, struggled to her feet, glaring at Feng Mei with burning hatred.
Shen Rui slowly rose to her feet, her eyes blazing with fury.
Her chest heaved with each breath, still recovering from the humiliating defeat.
She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, drawing blood.
The sting of defeat was unbearable, but the insult—being so easily defeated by someone like Feng Mei—was far worse.
“How dare you!”
Shen Rui hissed under her breath, her voice trembling with rage.
“You think you’re so superior, don’t you? A country bumpkin like you, acting as if you’re some kind of noble genius… You will regret this. I swear it on my life.”
Her gaze locked onto Feng Mei’s back as the latter calmly walked away, unfazed by the scene.
The crowd was still cheering, but all Shen Rui could hear was the deafening roar of her own fury.
How could someone like Feng Mei, with her cold, indifferent demeanor, humiliate her so easily? A princess of the mighty Shen Clan, reduced to this.
“I will make you pay for this, Feng Mei. I’ll make sure you suffer in ways you can’t even imagine,” Shen Rui seethed, her eyes filled with hatred.
“Shen Rui!” a voice called out, cutting through the haze of her fury.
She turned, her gaze snapping to the figure that had approached her—her older brother, Shen Ming.
His expression was a mix of concern and frustration as he eyed her disheveled appearance.
“Brother…”
Shen Ming’s brow furrowed as he took a step closer to his sister, his tone firm but gentle.
“Rui, I know you’re angry, but wait a little. I will definitely repay them 100-fold for the humiliation you received.”
Shen Rui nodded calmly, but underneath, she was still seething with anger and hatred.
Even if Shen Ming wins against them, that wouldn’t be enough to quell her anger. Only when the person who humiliated her disappeared, would she be somewhat satisfied.