Revenge from Kim Yu-hee

The National Grand Tournament officially began.

This was the most important competition in Great Xia.

Every year, countless outstanding young talents emerged in this tournament.

Dugu Sword Demon also sat in a VIP box, watching the matches in the arena, his mind involuntarily drifting back to his own youth.

Back then, he was incomparably dazzling.

From Martial Disciple to Grandmaster of Martial Arts, he had always been ranked first in the nation.

When he reached the level of Martial Arts Supreme, he even won the championship of the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament.

He was hailed as having the potential to become a Quasi-Saint.

A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

Now at the peak of Martial Saint, he was only one person away from being the number one in Great Xia.

Inside the competition venue.

Chen Feng was frequently moving between locations.

He was strictly keeping track of his two disciples' match times and rounds.

With seven competition venues, he alone had to run back and forth between three of them.

Fortunately, the venues weren't far apart, each trip taking only a few minutes.

Jin Youxi faced almost no pressure, crushing her opponents all the way.

Midway, she even ran into an acquaintance.

Duan Yan'er from the Duan Family.

Seeing her opponent was Jin Youxi, Duan Yan'er's face turned pale.

Seeing Duan Yan'er, Jin Youxi revealed a mischievous smile.

"Last time I didn't use my full strength, and you had bodyguards protecting you. This time, let's see who will protect you."

"In a moment, I'm going to use my full power to kill you with one palm strike. Even if the referee is right beside you, he won't have time to save you."

After saying this, Jin Youxi brought her palms together.

Instantly, she unleashed her full power.

Her entire body's blood and qi surged out, and a massive martial arts phantom projection, ten meters tall, materialized behind her.

Simultaneously, within her martial arts domain, Sanskrit chants rumbled like thunder, resonating throughout the arena.

Jin Youxi glared fiercely.

The martial arts phantom projection mirrored her, revealing a ferocious and menacing visage.

Within the huge golden palm phantom, a glittering golden swastika symbol began to spin rapidly.

"Accidentally killing someone during a match is quite common, you know!"

Jin Youxi wore a wicked expression, staring fixedly at Duan Yan'er.

Looking at that ten-meter-tall martial arts phantom.

Duan Yan'er immediately shuddered.

She thought in terror:

"This damn little green tea bitch actually wants to kill me."

"I am the precious young lady of the Duan Family!"

But then it occurred to her.

This Chosen Senior Sister's martial arts school was also quite formidable.

It was not only backed by the Wang Family, but also had shadows of the Li Family behind it.

Perhaps the other party really dared to kill her.

Jin Youxi spoke again:

"Do you have any last words?"

This line was something she had just learned from watching short dramas these past few days.

Duan Yan'er was at a loss for what to do.

"The only way out of this situation is to forfeit immediately, otherwise I'll definitely fall victim to this little green tea bitch's schemes."

"But this is the National Grand Tournament. So many people are watching live, including my fans and elders from my family."

"If I forfeit without even fighting, where am I supposed to put my face?"

At this moment, Jin Youxi continued to apply pressure, taunting:

"You make the first move. That way, you'll at least have attacked before you die."

Duan Yan'er stood frozen on the spot.

Her eyes darted towards her family members below the stage and the spectators in the stands.

She saw her family members frowning as they looked at her.

The audience in the stands was also buzzing with discussion.

"What the hell? Why aren't they fighting?"

"Why does it feel like that young lady from the Duan Family is scared before the fight even begins?"

"I heard she has a grudge against this Chosen Senior Sister from way back."

"Looking at the Chosen Senior Sister's expression, it seems like she wants to slap this Duan Yan'er to death with one strike."

...

Seeing Duan Yan'er's ugly expression, Jin Youxi's lips curled up slightly.

"Since you won't make a move, then I will."

"Today, I'll let you witness the super invincible ultimate secret killing technique of the Buddha's Palm!"

"Buddha Annihilates the World!"

Jin Youxi originally intended to force Duan Yan'er to forfeit and lose face.

But if the other party was unwilling to forfeit, she could only defeat her with one palm strike.

She now directly circulated her blood and qi, preparing to use the tenth stance of the Buddha's Palm, Buddha's Nirvana.

Chen Feng, standing beside the stage, felt a headache coming on.

"When did the Buddha's Palm have a move like that? How come your master doesn't know about it?"

Watching as Jin Youxi and her martial arts phantom slowly raised their palms.

Duan Yan'er finally couldn't hold on any longer.

The fear of death overcame her sense of humiliation.

"I forfeit!"

She looked at the referee with resentment and shouted these three words.

The referee let out a disdainful sneer.

He had naturally heard everything Jin Youxi said just now.

The other party was clearly trying to scare this Duan Yan'er.

It was a fight between two high-level martial artists.

He, the referee, was a Grandmaster after all. Did she really not trust his ability?

A dignified Grandmaster of Martial Arts, unable to block an attack from a high-level martial artist?

Who did she think she was looking down on?

"If you've forfeited, why are you still standing there? What are you doing?"

"This match, Duan Yan'er forfeits! Jin Youxi advances!"

The referee directly announced the result, causing an uproar throughout the venue.

"I came specifically to watch the Chosen Senior Sister fight the Duan Family's young lady, and you're telling me she forfeits?"

"I came to watch beauties fight, not to watch someone forfeit."

"This is what the people from the Eight Great Families are like?"

"The Chosen Senior Sister is awesome, actually scaring someone from the Eight Great Families into forfeiting!"

...

The discussions from the scene made Duan Yan'er unable to lift her head.

Just then, Jin Youxi on the stage added another stab.

"Tch! Coward. Look how scared you got."

After saying this, Jin Youxi walked off the stage like a victorious little hen, her head held high.

Duan Yan'er could no longer control herself.

She burst into tears on the spot, cursing.

"You little green tea bitch, you just wait."

"If I, this young lady, don't get revenge for this, I swear I'm not human."

Watching Jin Youxi's prank, Chen Feng shook his head helplessly.

"You really went for the kill, both literally and figuratively. You made her cry."

Jin Youxi said with a giggle:

"Serves her right. Who told her to speak ill of Master before."

Later, Liu Weiwei's match also went smoothly, her opponent defeated with a single kick.

The master and his three disciples left the martial artist competition venue and headed towards the top-tier martial artist competition venue.

At this time, Zhao Bing's match had also encountered his strongest opponent so far.

A sword prodigy from the Dugu Family.

The opponent wielded a broad heavy sword with fierce and powerful movements.

Standing 1.9 meters tall with bulging muscles all over, his very presence was intimidating.

Zhao Bing was 1.78 meters tall.

Although also muscular, his build was lean.

Compared to his opponent, he appeared somewhat slight overall.

Dugu Sword Demon sat in the VIP room, watching the match on the field.

With one glance, he could tell that Zhao Bing's strength was no match for his own descendant.

"His sword talent is very high, and his sword intent is also strong. It's just a pity he hasn't practiced this sword technique for very long."

"If given a few more years, this Zhao Bing would definitely be more than a match for my great-grandson."

Seeing Zhao Bing's condition at this moment, Chen Feng also couldn't help but frown.

Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei said worriedly:

"Master! Junior Brother seems to be injured."

At this moment, blood was trickling from the corner of Zhao Bing's mouth, and his clothes had several vertical tears.

The tungsten steel alloy long sword in his hand had multiple curled edges and several chipped notches.

Chen Feng identified himself as Zhao Bing's master and approached the edge of the ring.

He looked at Zhao Bing and advised:

"Zhao Bing, don't push yourself too hard. There are still many matches ahead."

"Winning or losing the match isn't as important as you might think."

Hearing Chen Feng's voice, Zhao Bing had a sudden realization.

"Winning or losing isn't important?"

The desire to defeat his opponent vanished in an instant.

He grinned, revealing two rows of pale teeth, with traces of blood seeping between them.

His gaze towards his rival grew even more fervent.

"To encounter such a formidable opponent at my level, victory or defeat truly no longer matters. Let us fight with everything we have!"

"Master! I understand now!"