476: Chapter 148: Ten Thousand Plums Paying Homage, A Pruning of Cold Plums (Part 1) 476: Chapter 148: Ten Thousand Plums Paying Homage, A Pruning of Cold Plums (Part 1) Wu Dao momentarily froze, then quickly understood Ye Yinzhu’s intention, gave him a deep look, but didn’t say much, turning around to return to his formation.
After three rounds of bat, Qin City was leading with a score of two to one.
This result significantly raised the vigilance of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans.
For a moment, Supreme Elder Wei Ming had no choice but to discuss the next candidate with the Sect Masters of the Eight Sects and the other two Supreme Elders.
With ten battles to decide the victory, if they lost the fourth match, catching up from a two-battle deficit would not be easy.
On Qin City’s side, things were relatively more calm.
Anya whispered something to Zi, and the fourth warrior from Qin City had already stepped out of the crowd.
A big bald head, a body as sturdy as an ox, his bulging muscles appeared as if they might burst through his clothes at any moment.
It was none other than Zi’s top enforcer, the Golden Behemoth Dysis.
Dis, even in human form, still looked overwhelmingly powerful.
Over two meters tall, he strode towards Ye Yinzhu like a battering ram, respectfully bowed to Ye Yinzhu, and said, “Your Excellency, the Zither Emperor.”
Ye Yinzhu nodded at Dis, and seeing Dis’s figure enter the arena, he knew the chances of victory for the match were still very high for the Four Major Races of Qin City.
It wasn’t because Dis had improved a lot under Zi’s influence and his own strength was already at the level of an advanced rank Nine magical beast, but because Dis could wield more than just his own power in battle.
When paring the strengths of magical beasts and human fighters, an advanced rank Nine magical beast was equivalent to a human warrior of at least Sixth Rank Zi rank.
However, human Douqi applications are much more flexible than the innate abilities of magical beasts, and that’s the only reason a magical beast of the same rank would be somewhat inferior to a human fighter.
But the Golden Behemoth itself is a powerful race, their bat capabilities totally match those of human warriors of the same rank.
Of course, when referring to warriors, it’s not including the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans, whose martial skills are inparable to those of any of the current eight kingdoms on the Ryuzakinus Continent.
One-on-one, Ye Yinzhu knew that any Sect Master from the Four Martial Arts Sects of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans could easily defeat Dis, and even his second grand uncle’s Arrogant Bamboo Swordsmanship would likely have a great chance of victory against Dis in actual bat.
But again, the power Dis possessed was not of a single person’s.
After careful deliberation, the fourth contender from the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans also stepped forward, the representative entering the battlefield was one of the three Supreme Elders, Elder Mei Qing of the Mei Clan.
Mei Qing walked slowly, but as he moved, he seemed like a cloud, drifting lightly forward, as if unaffected by gravity.
His face bore a faint smile, a peaceful aura revolving slowly around his body, Ye Yinzhu could clearly sense that the aura emanating from Mei Qing seemed to blend pletely with the surroundings.
He wielded an ancient longsword in his hand, and all of his actions appeared so harmonious, as smooth as cloud and flowing water.
“Eastern Dragon Empire, Mei Qing,” the Supreme Elder introduced himself succinctly.
“An underling of the Second Emperor, Qin Zi from Qin City, Dis.” Dis patted his shiny bald head, his eyes revealing a fierce light as he carefully sized up his opponent.
At the mention of the word “emperor,” Mei Qing’s brows subtly furrowed, and he glanced inadvertently at Ye Yinzhu, but said nothing more.
Ye Yinzhu, of course, knew what he was wondering about, but he did not explain.
Ever since the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans arrived here, they harbored deep suspicions about the affiliation of Qin City; any explanation now would be pointless—it was better to say nothing at all.
Ye Yinzhu signaled to both sides, “The fourth match, begin.”
Mei Qing remained calm and unhurried.
With a hum, the longsword in his hand was unsheathed, flickering with a pale red light, revealing a trace of cold air—it was clearly a treasured sword.
A slight flick of his wrist created an inviting sword posture.
The Mei Clan’s Ultimate Technique, Nine Plum Sword, that Ye Yinzhu had once seen in Marshall Xi Duofu’s hands, instantly appeared.
Nine blossoms, the size of a bowl, were scattered evenly in the air, each plum blossom petal clearly displayed in front of both Ye Yinzhu and Dis.
Ye Yinzhu was inwardly astonished, realizing that Elder Mei Qing was likely even more powerful than Marshal Xi Duofu.
His Mei Clan Swordsmanship was much more refined, and although he had yet to display his Douqi abilities, the mere sword techniques revealed that he had mastered the essence of the Mei Clan’s ultimate skills.
Dis felt differently from Ye Yinzhu.
Although Mei Qing had not released a trace of Douqi or made any visible preparations, Dis felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on his chest when facing the Supreme Elder of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans—an indescribable sensation.
For Dis, who had never known fear, he actually sensed a trace of dread from his opponent.
It was the feeling of being unbeatable.
“Roar—” Dis let out a deafening roar toward the sky, and in the next instant, intense golden light burst forth from him, the wild power causing his muscles to swell again, splitting his upper garment.
He suddenly stepped forward, and in a flash, the golden light converged onto his right fist and exploded out.
The short time he took to gather and focus power—something the previous Dis could never have done so well—was made possible with Zi’s energy aiding him, propelling him towards a higher tier of magical beast.
That right fist, wrapped in intense golden light, was not aimed at Elder Mei Qing but crashed down onto the ground.
Boom—the violent roar made the entire Qin City tremble, and the ferocious sound echoed throughout the Burna Mountain Range.
Many of the slightly less powerful warriors from both sides were knocked down by the tremors Dis had created.
Elder Mei Qing’s strength was undeniably formidable, but he had never seen the Golden Behemoth fight before.
Having dedicated his life to mastering the martial skills of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans, he knew very little about magical beasts, even failing to recognize that Dis was a transformed Golden Behemoth.
Watching as Dis punched the ground, Elder Mei Qing couldn’t help but feel surprised.
Was this the fighting method of a different race?
The violent golden light spread instantly, lifting the entire ground surface, the insane energy expanding almost immediately.
The massive semicircular shockwave, reaching a height of ten meters, engulfed every possible direction Elder Mei Qing could dodge into.
Even Ye Yinzhu, who had retreated further away, could clearly feel the formidable energy fluctuations.
Although Dis’s Golden Fighting Spirit couldn’t pare to the War Behemoth Glacis’s War Trample, he was, after all, an Advanced rank Nine superior magical beast.
When he first arrived at Qin City, in a fit of rage, he had once leveled the peak of a mountain with a single punch.
Now, with increased strength, the full-force unleashed energy became even more terrifying.
From a distance, the powerhouses of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans turned pale as they witnessed this scene—not so much because of the strength of Dis’s attack, but for two other reasons.
The first was the golden light emitted by Dis, which violated the principles of the Rainbow-grade, something even the differently principled Eight Eastern Dragon Clans had never seen before.
The other was the realization of what effect such a method of bat could have on the battlefield.
The area engulfed by the shockwave was extremely vast, and the sheer force of the impact made the mountains respond; the potential effect on a legion-level battle was self-evident.
Through these few battles, the people from the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans came to understand even more why Ye Yinzhu could not persuade these foreign races to join the Eastern Dragon—the four major different races of Qin City had all demonstrated strength beyond rank Zi, and such a powerful force would not easily submit to others.
Watching the gigantic shockwave rush towards him, Elder Mei Qing did not panic after a brief moment of surprise.
With a light tap of his toe on the ground, he propelled himself swiftly backward, pleting a perfect turn midair.
With a flick of his wrist, perfectly formed violet plum blossoms fluttered out.
At this moment, he seemed like a deity amongst flowers, spreading the mark of plum blossoms all around.
The dense sounds of energy bursting, like thousands of firecrackers going off at once, erupted where gold and purple light collided, wildly igniting at the point of impact.
Every plum blossom created by Elder Mei Qing’s longsword was the result of countless thrusts.
Each strike of his sword was placed into the gaps of the surging shockwave.
Those beautiful plum blossoms appeared as whirlpool-like death traps, struggling desperately against the shockwave.
A ferocious glint appeared on Dis’s face as he raised his fists again and slammed them onto the ground.
With his body at the center, the surrounding earth was already cracked, sinking more than three meters deep, creating fan-shaped fissures and depths that spread forward like the shockwave itself.
Two more waves—this time without the severe thunderous noise of before—yet Elder Mei Qing’s face changed color.
The fan-shaped shockwave had suddenly been disrupted from both sides with a violent disturbance.
In an instant, the direction of the shockwave changed, no longer sweeping past him but instead converging behind him, encircling him entirely in the center.
As a result, Elder Mei Qing had to contend with not just frontal attacks but also the energy fluctuations ing from all directions.
The battle-experienced Supreme Elder reacted with pinpoint accuracy, instinctively soaring into the air—the one direction free from any attacks and obstructions.
A burst of purple light shot up to the sky.
Elder Mei Qing, while ascending, was rotating, his longsword guarding his surroundings so tightly that not even a speck of dust could penetrate his defense.
(To be continued.
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