Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

  “There’s still seven moves left.”

  Those five words were spoken calmly, but they were like a loud slap on Dongfang Xiong’s face. They struck him so hard that he felt dizzy and as if he was drenched in blood.

  It was only then that Dongfang Xiong realized that he was not dealing with a normal disciple, but someone who had almost an equal amount of knowledge of the world as the Murong Clan Lady and was an elite who had an incredibly powerful ultimate technique.

  But not only had his opponent reached the level of an elite, he also seemed to have a great understanding toward Sunrise Sword. With one attack, he defeated three of his moves, and Dongfang Xiong even came out with a few bloody marks on his face.

  Even though Dongfang Xiong was incredibly reluctant to do so, he had to admit that he had underestimated the people from the Murong Clan!

  His face burned and his heart bled.

  Right before the heroes of the world, a Murong Clan disciple in Life and Death Realm had struck his face and even injured it.

  “Again!”

  Dongfang Xiong ignored the sting on his face. He gritted his teeth and became serious. His momentum rose, and a vast sword force tore through the air.

  Happy did not even execute Petite Dragon this time. He resolutely dodged to the side, and a loud bang rose from beside him. A terrifying sword trench appeared at that spot, but he did not even spare it a glance.

  “There’s still six moves left.”

  Happy knew that Dongfang Xiong was now fearful because of the claw strike earlier, and he did not dare get close to him, but long distance attacks from him would have no effect. They would only waste away the remaining moves Dongfang Xiong had.

  The momentum of his sword changed. Determination and ruthlessness flashed past Dongfang Xiong’s face. He jumped into the air and drifted toward Happy. At the same time, he enunciated his next move clearly in a drawn out manner.

  “Sunrise Dazzles the Nine Skies!”

  Just when a solemn expression appeared on Happy’s face, a few long rays of sunlight that looked as thin as fingers shot out from Dongfang Xiong’s hands while he looked down on his opponent. They charged at Happy as quickly as lightning.

  Happy twisted his body. At the same time he used Phantasmal Body Movement Skill to avoid the attack, he activated Petite Dragon.

  Golden Bell Cocoon rose around his body!

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  Two sword forces grazed past Happy, and Golden Bell Cocoon shuddered violently. Then, it swiftly retracted into his body.

  “Five moves left.”

  Happy’s voice became even calmer and more indifferent. When Dongfang Xiong heard it, he found it even more grating to the ears. He was strongly provoked, and as if he was eager to prove his worth, he attacked repeatedly.

  “Dongfang’s finished.”

  Quite a number of people at the foot of the stage sighed.

  They included Bei Lie and Nangong Ruosui. They could tell that Dongfang Xiong had completely lost his calm. His attacks were beginning to be affected by his emotions.

  Dongfang Xiong was usually a resolute person, so they did not expect that Happy would seize the pride he previously displayed and use it against him to slowly push him into an endless abyss. Now, even if he wanted to turn the tables, it was no longer possible.

  “That boy from the Murong Clan is not to be underestimated,” an old woman behind Nangong Ruoshui who seemed to be there to serve them tea suddenly said. “Later, have Bei Lie go up and test his limits.”

  “I understand.”

  Nangong Ruoshui curtsied a little. Then, she cast a glance at the Murong Clan with a contemplative glance. She was a little wary now. With Dongfang Xiong out of the picture, Nangong Clan, Murong Clan, and the mighty northern clan would be fighting for the title of the greatest aristocratic clan among the eight.

  If Happy seized all the glory alone, not only would the eight aristocratic clans be humiliated, the Murong Clan might possibly suppress them in the world of wanderers again.

  As expected, within less than half a minute, Dongfang Xiong executed a consecutive series of four moves, but Happy avoided all of them easily.

  “Last move.”

  Dongfang Xiong roared from the provocation. It was a furious cry that sounded like a thunderclap on the stage. Then, a ball of burning fire shot out from Dongfang Xiong’s palm. It was like a small, dazzling sun. At the same time it released a heat wave and scorched others, it quickly swelled up!

  Within an instant, Dongfang Xiong was devoured by it.

  He turned into an even larger sun and slowly pushed toward Happy. While he breathed, the larger but still small sun continued to swell up and become bigger. Its momentum continuously increased, and it showed signs of wanting to force Happy out of the stage.

  Happy’s expression changed.

  That was Dongfang Clan’s final profound secret of Sunrise Sword—Raging Sun Burns the Sky!

  It would not be easy to deal with it.

  Happy retreated slowly.

  He shut his eyes and sensed the change in momentum within the small sun as well as the trajectory of Dongfang Xiong’s sword!

  Suddenly, the small sun came to a screeching halt.

  It was also at that moment that Happy resolutely stopped moving.

  Boom!

  A loud bang rose, and the small sun turned into red sword forces that looked like fingers. They sliced through the sky and covered all the directions in which Happy could run. Then, they went charging at Happy while packed closely to each other! Hot waves rolled off the sharp and aggressive sword forces which had the momentum of a raging sun seeking to burn the sky.

  ‘As expected, it truly is not easy to fight against Inaction Realm martial artists.’

  Happy sighed and quickly raised his hands. Two dragon-shaped vortices swiftly appeared on his palms, and right when a faint dragon roar rose, a qi wave that had countless waves of red in it swiftly rose all over his body. It was Golden Essence Nine Yang Skill. It circulated madly like fish in the water in the oppressive heat and turned it into energy that could be absorbed.

  Happy’s momentum also increased by a little within an instant.

  “ROAR!”

  He delivered two punches and quickly followed by using Petite Dragon and Golden Bell Cocoon to crash violently against Dongfang Xiong’s sword forces.

  Bang, bang, bang, bang!

  Repeated bangs rose, and Happy’s body was instantly devoured by endless red qi waves. Countless people below the stage cried out in surprise and rose up.

  Only the six great sects and various famous elites were unaffected. They stared at the stage filled with red qi waves and black smoke before slowly releasing a breath. Faint hints of praise appeared on their faces.

  Many of the players below the stage did not know what had happened.

  Soon though, Dongfang Xiong appeared with a dejected as well as weakened expression. He was staring at the black figure that appeared in front of him, unable to believe what he saw.

  Only then did the crowd below finally understand that Happy had successfully avoided Dongfang Xiong’s strongest attack and withstood all ten moves.

  “This boy does indeed know Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm……” Guo Jing took an excited step forward while below the stage and clenched his fists tightly.

  Even though it was only for an instant, he had clearly sensed the blood boil in his body. He had sensed the pure might of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm. The momentum created when Happy threw two punches was an essence that not even Zhang Wuji had. It was a surprise that Happy had understood the technique to such an extent.

  “Brother Dongfang, I will fight against him in the next fight.”

  The aristocratic families had only arrived at their current state because they came from the same origin. When Bei Lie saw that Dongfang Xiong had lost in such a humiliating manner and was even forced to use his final profound technique at the cost of using up a large amount of his qi, he knew that even if Dongfang Xiong tried to continue fighting, it would be impossible for him to win.

  That was why he took the initiative to speak up at the foot of the stage. While walking up, he said loudly, “But while Brother Dongfang had been careless, I will not. Our battle will not be determined by the number of moves.”

  The underlying meaning behind his words was that Dongfang Xiong had lost because he had been careless, and he could be considered to be helping Dongfang Xiong regain some of his dignity before the heroes of the world.

  However, such tricks would not work in front of Happy. He walked out from the slowly disappearing red qi waves and said in a loud voice, “If that’s the case, then I will have to bring out my real abilities to fight against you!”

  Dongfang Xiong, who was walking down the stage, staggered a little.