Devouring Soul Emperor Chapter 105: Defeated with One Sword

"You beast! I'd rather die than hand my daughter over to you!"

"Cough, cough... COUGH COUGH COUGH..."

Chen Jinshi, who always greeted people with a smile, was shaking with rage.

But his face was pale, and every word he spoke sent him into a fit of coughing. It was clear he was seriously injured and completely unable to fight.

"You old bastard, you dare call a beast? Fine! Just watch ruin your daughter!"

"You... I'll fight you to the death!"

Chen Jinshi was fuming, ready to charge forward and attack.

However, Chen Lengyu quickly stopped him. "Father, Father, don't be rash! You're already injured, you can't fight anymore. I've found soone to take your place."

At that mont, Chu Qingyun decided he couldn't just stand by and watch any longer. He stepped forward and said, "Zhao Hanyun, how about I take Hall Master Chen's place and fight you today?"

"You?"

"Haha... HAHAHAHA..."

Zhao Hanyun looked Chu Qingyun up and down, then burst into laughter. "Fine by . I was planning on dealing with you today anyway. Since you've jumped out to court death, don't bla for what happens."

After the onlookers cleared the area, the two stepped onto the training grounds, each holding a Treasure Sword.

"Chu Qingyun, I'm a Fifth-level Martial Artist, and you're only a third-level one. How many moves do you think you can last against ?"

Zhao Hanyun sneered, not taking Chu Qingyun seriously in the slightest.

In his eyes, a Fifth-level Martial Artist dealing with a third-level one was a piece of cake.

"What do you think, Young Master Zhao?" Chu Qingyun smiled.

"Hmph! I think you'll be on the ground in one move!"

"Oh? Then let's make it one move."

"You..."

Zhao Hanyun was frustrated. Chu Qingyun's calm and nonchalant deanor made him feel a profound sense of powerlessness, like punching a fist into cotton.

All around them, everyone stared intently at the two on the training grounds, trying to guess who would win.

However, from the long faces of the people from the Golden Lion Martial Arts Hall, it was obvious they weren't optimistic about Chu Qingyun's chances.

After all, the idea that a higher-level Martial Artist could easily defeat a lower-level one was an ironclad rule deeply ingrained in their minds.

"Leng Yu, do you think... do you think Chu Qingyun can win?" Chen Jinshi asked from his chair, his face a mixture of hope and anxiety.

Chen Lengyu was also extrely nervous, her hands gripping Chen Jinshi's clothes tightly. "He has to win... he has to win..."

Chen Jinshi sighed and said no more.

Chu Qingyun was stronger than him, anyway. If even he couldn't defeat Zhao Hanyun, then he and his daughter were dood. When that ti ca, all they could do was fight to the bitter end!

"Enough talk! Let show you the power of my Spirit Level Sword Technique!"

SHING! Zhao Hanyun drew his Treasure Sword. With a flourish, he thrust it toward Chu Qingyun. He, too, was a Martial Artist who had comprehended Sword Montum.

Seeing this, Chu Qingyun felt the pressure increase.

'Fla City really is on another level than Qingshan City. In Qingshan City, comprehending Sword Montum would make you one of the best Martial Artists. But here in Fla City, it's nothing special.'

Despite his thoughts, Chu Qingyun's movents were not the least bit slow. He drew his Black Iron Long Sword in an instant.

Looking at Zhao Hanyun's strike, Chu Qingyun sighed internally.

'I didn't expect him to be a sword user too. We could have traded a few moves, but... since I want to see You Yun's chin, I'll just have to beat him in one move.'

"Profound Celestial Divine Pattern!"

"Thunderbolt Flash!"

With a silent roar in his heart, a fiery red Divine Pattern lit up on Chu Qingyun's right arm. A purple spark at his sword's tip flared into an arc of electricity as he t the attack head-on, sword against sword.

Instantly, everyone's eyes went wide, not daring to blink.

They were both using their ultimate moves right from the start. Who would win this battle?

BOOM!

The two swords collided.

Zhao Hanyun felt a colossal force travel from his sword up his arm, numbing the entire right side of his body. He almost lost his grip on his sword.

However, just as he managed to stabilize himself and circulate his Primordial Power to counter the terrifying force, a bolt of thunder surged from the sword into his body, wreaking havoc on his ridians.

"AHH!"

Zhao Hanyun let out a bloodcurdling scream and went flying backward, coughing up blood. He crashed to the ground with a THUD, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

The power of thunder was incredibly violent. Though it was only a small bolt, it inflicted severe internal injuries on Zhao Hanyun, causing him to vomit blood nonstop.

The entire training grounds fell silent in an instant.

With the exception of You Yun, everyone—whether from the Golden Lion Martial Arts Hall or Zhao Hanyun's own entourage—stared at Chu Qingyun in utter shock, as if they had seen a ghost.

Before the fight, they had all thought Chu Qingyun would lose.

But now, not only had he won, he had won cleanly and decisively, without a shred of doubt.

With just a single sword strike, he had defeated the insufferably arrogant Zhao Hanyun!

After a mont of silence, soone started it, and then everyone from the Golden Lion Martial Arts Hall erupted in cheers. So were so excited they couldn't help but jump for joy.

The pressure they had been under for the past two days had been imnse.

Chen Lengyu could no longer hold back. She collapsed onto Chen Jinshi's lap and began to sob uncontrollably. Of everyone there, she had likely been under the most pressure.

For a cold, aloof girl to be driven to the point of going to Chu Qingyun's room to strip naked, one could only imagine the imnse pressure she had endured.

But now, everything was all right. All her troubles had been resolved by that single strike from Chu Qingyun.

At this mont, Chen Lengyu's heart was filled with gratitude and admiration for Chu Qingyun.

At the edge of the crowd, a smile touched the corners of You Yun's lips.

'That guy... All I did was say he could see my chin, and he went and used his strongest move right away. He's really sothing else...'

In contrast, everyone on Zhao Hanyun's side looked grim. They dragged the heavily injured Zhao Hanyun away and left in disgrace.

Among them, the one with the ugliest expression was none other than the traitor, Peng Gang.

At this very mont, he was caught between a rock and a hard place, a traitor to both sides.

Chu Qingyun struggled to squeeze his way out of the celebrating crowd. He found You Yun and gave her a silly grin.

"You big goof. Co with ."

The two of them quietly slipped away and went to You Yun's room.

Inside the room, You Yun didn't go back on her word. She fetched a basin of water and, facing a mirror, began to carefully wash her chin.

As the Disguise Mud was washed away, her originally sallow chin gradually beca as white and smooth as jade. The slightly pointed chin stood in stark contrast to the surrounding skin.

Even though it was just her chin, Chu Qingyun found himself stunned by its beauty.

"Do you want to see the rest?"

"Of course."

"Then you'll have to fulfill my other requests."

"What requests?"

"I haven't thought of them yet."

"...You're ssing with ," Chu Qingyun said. As he spoke, his hand seed to move on its own, and he gave You Yun's alluring chin a flirtatious touch.

In an instant, both of them froze.

'He touched ... That bastard, he actually touched ! I've never been touched by a man before...!'

'I'm screwed. I'm so screwed! Why did my hand have to do that? She's a Martial Spirit Strong Person! Should I run? What are my chances of getting away?'