From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 438: 203 Ultimate Kill (Second Update)

Chapter 438: 203 Ultimate Kill (Second Update)

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“A defeated opponent has no right to understand.” The youth stood with his hands behind his back, his tone arrogant and defiant.

Yet, no one scoffed at his pride anymore. Instead, they admired and respected him even more. Only absolute power was worthy of such arrogance.

The youth was exultant, vigorous and spirited.

Zhao Zhen slapped the railing, laughing heartily, “Good. Very good.”

She suddenly turned her head, looking at Ming Jing who was calmly sipping her tea. Dressed in brilliant white, she exuded grace and charm. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she observed the triumphant youth below.

“Did you know all along?” Zhao Zhen was increasingly convinced that there was more to Ming Jing’s relationship with Xi Yu, considering her intimate knowledge about the history of Liehuo Hall.

It probably wasn’t just a simple romantic relationship.

“What do you mean?”

Zhao Zhen snorted coldly, “You’re pretending to be ignorant.”

Ming Jing curled her lips, ignoring the inquisitive look from the man across her, and looked down at the stage below.

Yan Shu was defeated. He had been hit in a vital point and would not recover for three days.

After Yan Shu’s defeat, Ye Feng leapt onto the stage. Unlike Yan Shu’s serious demeanor, Ye Feng was a playful youth. When the crowd saw him, they all burst into laughter.

“Where did this kid come from? He should go home and do his homework instead. There’s no point in overreaching.”

“He’s the junior of Ye Jian. A once-in-a-century prodigy of the Xuanjing Sect.”

“Oh, so it’s him. Is the Xuanjing Sect running out of people?”

Listening to the scornful remarks around him, the youth seemed unbothered. Crossing his arms, he stared at Xi Yu.

“My name is Ye Feng. As they said, I’m the once-in-a-century prodigy from Xuanjing Sect and today, I’m challenging you.” His threat sounded more like a mischief than an actual challenge.

Zhao Zhen barely regarded the young boy, sneered, “Cousin, Ye Jian’s junior is too arrogant. He offended me just now. Xi Yu, teach him a lesson for me. Make this ignorant brat leave Jiangzhou.”

Ming Jing narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze resting on the young boy.

Ye Feng giggled as he threw a punch – quick footwork, strong fist wind. His attack was neutralized by Xi Yu, yet he didn’t discouraged, he steadied his breath and threw another powerful punch, laughing carelessly, “Look at my Tiger Fist.”

Ming Jing’s eyes sparkled. This youngster was proving more troublesome than she thought. He was conserving his energy for a short, explosive attack. In a close-range fight, even a single short attack would be hard to execute, let alone a succession of them. But this boy’s short attacks were lightning-fast and relentless, his youthful strength was well refined, making him nearly invincible in close combat.

As expected, his fist struck Xi Yu in the chest, forcing him to retreat several steps and kneel on one knee, clutching his chest.

Amidst the crowd’s disbelief, Ye Feng blew on his fist, boasting proudly, “The so-called top martial artist is nothing more than this, he can’t even stand against my Tiger Fist.”

Ye Song smiled and nodded in approval, stroking his beard. Ran Qing laughed, “The reputation of the elder’s disciple is well-deserved.”

“This kid should not be praised, it’ll make him arrogant.” Ye Song said, yet his eyes were full of pride.

“Xi Yu….” Zhao Zhen exclaimed, as if she was the one being punched.

She quickly turned her head, looking at Ming Jing, “Xi Yu was hit by that brat.”

Ming Jing held her Buddhist beads, remained unmoved.

Ran Tengxiao glanced over, “This kid is pretty good, but he’s no match for Xi Yu.”

Ming Jing glanced at Ran Tengxiao, he smiled, “Am I right?”

“The Art of War’s chapter on Nine Changes says: ‘Those who are quick to anger are easily provoked.’ Manipulating inner strength is a temporary skill, but mindset is the real key to victory. This boy has an exceptional talent, but his biggest flaw is his arrogance.”

He’s destined to lose.

Ran Tengxiao raised an eyebrow, he finally saw a trace of the aura she exuded that day on the Marseilles.

The so-called tenderness was only a facade for the world to see. This was the real her.

An exceptional blade that cut throats without spilling a drop of blood.Xi Yu touched the corner of his lips, and his mask was stained with blood.

With a cold laugh, Xi Yu stood up, tilted his neck, making a “crack crack” sound.

“Very good, let’s continue.”

As soon as he spoke, he shot out like an arrow off its string.

Ye Feng didn’t hold back either. The two of them were intertwined, chasing and darting like wind and lightning. All anyone could see was their afterimages and all they could hear were the stifled thuds of fists breaking through the air and striking flesh, as well as the swiftness of the wind rushing past their ears.

Zhu Shaodan clenched his hands in sweat. Master, you must win.

Ye Jian walked over, “Master Xiao, you wanted me.”

Zhao Qin rushed over in fury, “Your junior brother is insufferable. Not only did he offend me, but he also dared to hit Xi Yu. He’s too arrogant.”

Ye Jian touched his nose, his face looking innocent, “Miss, my junior brother is unruly. This is his first time in the big city. Please forgive him this once, for my and Junior Sister’s sake. As for hitting Xi Yu, victory and defeat are common in the ring. How can you blame my junior brother? Of course, if Xi Yu hurts my junior brother, I would feel bad, but I would never blame Xi Yu.”

“Quibbling, all quibbling.” Zhao Qin said angrily.

Ye Jian muttered to himself, bragging about arrogance, who could be more arrogant than Miss. Before you, Junior Brother is merely a minor sorcerer facing a major one.

Ye Jian shot a glance at Ming Jing, feeling somewhat perplexed.

The suspicion that Miss has about Xi Yu and Ming Jing being connected is not unreasonable. If Xi Yu loses to Junior Brother today, who knows what Miss Zhu will do.

Ye Jian looked down from upstairs, Junior Brother is holding the upper hand, Xi Yu is under pressure and has no power to retaliate.

Ye Jian curling his lips. If Junior Brother can defeat Xi Yu, that would indeed make a name for himself.

Zhao Qin glared at Ye Jian angrily. Ye Jian coughed, “Miss, this has nothing to do with me.”

“How can it not be your fault? He is your junior brother, you bear the responsibility for failing to discipline him.”

Ye Jian’s face was full of grievance, Miss is just too good at browbeating.

After several rounds, Ye Feng got punched in the side of his face, which turned bruised.

Ye Feng spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, didn’t seem to be as relaxed as at the beginning, his moves started to get hasty, just like dominoes. Once there’s a crack, it’s like rotten wood being uprooted, beyond redemption.

Ran Qing furrowed her brows, “This Xi Yu, he’s not simple.”

Ye Song’s eyes were fixed on the shadow in the ring, murmuring, “He reminds me of someone…”.

“Oh? Master, what did you find?” Ran Qing inquired.

Ye Song shook his head, “Maybe I am seeing things.” He couldn’t just throw this out, after all, that person was a taboo for The Rans.

Ran Qing sneered, “You’re referring to Yu Jiang, aren’t you? His style does resemble Yu Jiang’s.”

This Xi Yu, and that woman, are cut from the same cloth.

Ye Song sighed, “The game is set.”

Ran Qing hooked her lip’s corner, “Of course it is, your brilliant disciple, how could he…”.

Before she could finish her sentence, the young man in the black robe suddenly leapt up, sweeping his long legs like a heavy rain shower, dense and ruthless, soft yet hard, one kick followed by another, giving his opponent no chance to breathe, nimble as a swallow, yet formidable as a rainbow, sweeping across the battlefield.

The spectators below the stage drew in a cold breath.

Ye Song suddenly stood up, his eyes wide with disbelief.

The Rushing Waves.

He had seen this horizontal kick in the air fourteen years ago. That woman was as light as a swallow, yet her momentum was extremely fierce. Her kick was as fast as lightning and dense as a rain of needles, leaving no opportunity to breathe.

The true power of it, however, lay in the final throat-lock, the killing blow.