Tie Mohe, who had been thrown off the arena, stared at the wound on his chest, utterly speechless with shock.
“My physical body, which is comparable to a low-grade immortal artifact, was actually injured! Injured by someone at the Mahayana stage!”
Tie Mohe lifted his head, staring blankly at the other man. The battle intent in his eyes gradually dimmed, replaced by an indescribable bitterness.
He closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice:
“I lose! I accept it completely!”
With that, Tie Mohe turned and left the martial arena without looking back.
This was a thorough, crushing defeat. He could not accept such an outcome—he, too, had his pride.
Tie Mohe dared not delay. He would go and train right away, striving to match Ye Hao when they next met.
Ye Hao watched Tie Mohe’s retreating figure, clasped his hands, and said:
“Don’t sell yourself short. You are also very strong—it’s just that you happened to run into me.”
Hearing this, Tie Mohe stumbled and nearly fell.
“This guy… he really knows how to pour salt on a wound.”
After defeating Tie Mohe, Ye Hao turned his gaze to the crowd and yelled:
“Who else wants a try?!”
His voice echoed across the square, lingering long in the air.
This time, no one immediately stepped forward.
In the tens of thousands gathered in the martial arena, there was a brief silence.
Everyone exchanged glances, their eyes filled with complex emotions.
Some were shocked, some wary, some unable to believe it. There was also a kind of unspoken but undeniable wavering.
“Could he… really do it? Defeat us on our own turf? I’m starting to think he wasn’t just bluffing.”
“He beat a pupil arts master with his own pupil arts, and crushed the Tie clan’s imperial son in physical combat. I really think his other skills might be just as good.”
“I think it’s impossible! No matter how talented he is, his age speaks for itself. Mastering any field takes time to polish! I don’t believe he can excel in every area.”
“Exactly! His eye techniques and physical body are already this ridiculous. I refuse to believe his other abilities can be this overpowering. He’s only human! Even if he started learning in the womb, there’s no way he can master everything!”
Arguments broke out among the crowd. Some had already begun blindly praising Ye Hao, convinced he would succeed.
But at the same time, others refused to believe Ye Hao could pull it off. They argued that he was too young and his training time too limited—there was no way he could excel in every field.
Ye Hao swept his gaze across the people below and said with a smile:
“Arguing back and forth—why doesn’t someone just come up and try me?”
His words instantly shut up those who opposed him.
They stood below, each feeling as if they had swallowed a fly—utterly miserable.
Just then, a voice as cold and clear as moonlight drifted over:
“In that case, let me give it a try.”
At the words, everyone turned in unison toward the direction of the voice.
There, a woman in white as pure as snow slowly approached the arena.
Her features were stunningly beautiful, yet she was as cold and distant as the solitary moon in the heavens.
There was no trace of worldly aura in her brow. A long white dress clung to her as if woven from moonlight, and at her waist hung a sword of pure, gleaming white.
The scabbard bore intricate patterns of laurel branches, faintly glimmering with flowing light.
But what drew the most attention was the mark on her forehead—a silvery-white imprint glowing softly, like a tiny, radiant moon.
“It’s Yue Qingying, the Holy Maiden of the Moon Palace!!!”
“If she’s stepping forward, it must be for a sword duel! I heard she is the most talented sword cultivator in the Moon Palace in the last hundred thousand years. She has already comprehended the long-lost ‘Taiyin Sword Intent’!”
“That’s right! And Yue Qingying is only two hundred years old, already at the third level of the Immortal Realm. Among all sword prodigies in the entire Ten Directions and Nine Nethers, there’s no one who can claim superiority over her.”
Amid the crowd’s discussion, Yue Qingying gave a light tap with her toes.
Her figure rose like a breeze swept up by moonlight, landing gracefully on the arena stage.
Yue Qingying lifted her gaze, her eyes calmly fixed on Ye Hao:
“Moon Palace, Yue Qingying.”
Her voice was like a mountain spring—clear, pure, and utterly devoid of emotion.
She raised her slender hand, pressed it to the hilt of her sword, and slowly drew the gleaming white blade from its sheath.
The moment the blade cleared the scabbard, a cold sword intent spread through the air, and the temperature of the arena plummeted.
It was a chill that seeped into the very bones—as if a full moon had descended upon the earth, cold, aloof, and untouchable.
“I challenge you to a sword duel!”
Yue Qingying held her sword horizontally before her chest, the tip pointing directly at Ye Hao. The laurel patterns on the blade shimmered with a faint glow.
Ye Hao looked at the woman as cold and distant as moonlight, then at her long sword radiating an icy sharpness.
A faint smile curved at the corner of his mouth:
“A sword duel?”
Ye Hao turned his right hand over, and a deep-blue longsword appeared in his palm out of thin air.
The blade trembled slightly, letting out a sharp, resonant hum—as if answering Yue Qingying’s sword intent.
“I will strike only once. If you can take it, I concede defeat.”
Ye Hao spoke calmly, his confident gaze clear—he was certain he could defeat his opponent with a single strike.
Hearing this, Yue Qingying’s ever-composed face finally showed a flicker of emotion.
A hint of surprise crossed her features. From Ye Hao’s earlier performance, not a word he spoke was without merit.
Did he truly believe that one strike would defeat her?
At the thought, Yue Qingying smiled. If that turned out to be the case, she would lose willingly.
“Very well. Let it be settled in one strike!”
With that, Yue Qingying struck first. Her sword plunged forward.
Her blade flowed like moonlight spilling down—soundless, yet omnipresent.
“‘Taiyin Sword Art’—Moon Radiance!”
Ye Hao’s eyes narrowed. The sword in his hand emitted a clear, sharp chime, and he met her strike head-on.
“‘Tai Chu Single Strike’!”
Yue Qingying’s sword intent spread like the bright moon hanging in the sky, its silvery glow scattering everywhere without limit.
But the strike Ye Hao unleashed carried no overwhelming sword momentum. In fact, it had not a trace of sword energy leaking from it.
The strike was utterly ordinary, plain and simple—like a child just learning to wield a sword making a clumsy thrust.
Seeing this, the audience below couldn’t help but sigh in relief.
“Phew! Judging by the sword intent, Ye Hao is nowhere near Yue Qingying’s level! That strike of his is way too mediocre—I swear I could do better!”
“He’s already been unbelievable. This actually makes me feel a bit better. If he actually wins this, I’ll really lose my mind.”
“Seems like Ye Hao knows he’s going to lose, so he deliberately proposed fighting with one strike to save some face.”
While the crowd below was still murmuring, the two longswords collided in midair.
In an instant, Yue Qingying’s expression changed.
Her Taiyin Sword Intent, the moment it met the edge of Ye Hao’s blade, melted away like snow under boiling water—silently, without a trace!
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lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
