Chapter 112: The Bright Moon Divine State Versus the Tyrant Body

On the wide arena stage, a disheveled Yan Dong wore a triumphant expression, a sneer on his lips, and a hint of resentment in his eyes. He had wanted to kill Pu Hanzhong on the spot, but that part of his plan had failed.

Qin Haoxuan supported the heavily injured Pu Hanzhong, his gaze lifting to meet Yan Dong’s on the stage. Fury filled his chest. Hearing his senior brother, even in such a state, still worrying about him, he was moved, but even more than that, he was consumed by an uncontrollable rage.

Xu Yu walked to Qin Haoxuan’s side and whispered, “Brother Haoxuan, you have to surrender. There’s no shame in it. If something happens to you, Senior Brother Pu will only feel more guilt and remorse.”

Qin Haoxuan nodded, but the killing intent in his eyes grew even stronger.

“According to the rules of the Minor Martial Tournament, even if I surrender, I must do it on the stage!” With that, Qin Haoxuan strode towards the arena.

While Qin Haoxuan was full of fighting spirit, Yan Dong’s heart was beginning to fill with dread. He wasn’t looking at Qin Haoxuan, but at a corner of the crowd where one person stood—Zhang Kuang!

One of the Taichu Sect’s Unsurpassed Purple Seeds, currently regarded as the most promising of them all—Zhang Kuang!

Yan Dong still remembered returning to his room, filled with satisfaction after his meeting with his master, only to find a person sitting inside. In the dim light of the oil lamp, the man didn’t need to speak; his mere presence emanated an awe-inspiring aura—it was Zhang Kuang!

Yan Dong couldn’t understand it. The rumors all said that Zhang Kuang and Qin Haoxuan’s relationship was absolutely terrible!

He couldn’t fathom why the most promising Purple Seed would go out of his way last night to threaten him. If Qin Haoxuan were to die on the stage, or be so grievously injured that his future cultivation was stunted, then… Zhang Kuang would personally slaughter him one day!

At the sight of Zhang Kuang in the crowd, Yan Dong shivered. The memory of last night was still vivid: the dark night, the wolf-like eyes, and that ferocious aura. He was clearly just a new disciple, yet he gave off the feeling of a domineering old demon lord.

As Zhang Kuang had risen to leave, he had paused at the door to issue a warning that still echoed in Yan Dong’s ears: “If a single thing happens to Qin Haoxuan, I, Zhang Kuang, will one day kill your entire family and exterminate your entire clan!”

Frustration! He was so frustrated! At this moment, Yan Dong felt more aggrieved than anyone. All he wanted to do was teach some ignorant little punk a lesson and show everyone the consequences of provoking him!

But… what was the meaning of an Unsurpassed Purple Seed showing up and pulling a stunt like this? If you were a woman who had taken a liking to this little brat, fine! But the problem was, you’re a man!

And a man who supposedly holds a grudge against him! Shouldn’t you be begging me to tear him to shreds on the stage? And then reward me for it? What kind of game was this? Were all Purple Seeds insane?

Fine! You’re a Purple Seed, and I’m scared of you! I’ll just knock him off the stage and be done with it! Cursing his rotten luck, Yan Dong flicked his wrist, and a spiritual talisman slid from his wide sleeve into his palm.

Qin Haoxuan walked towards the stage, his eyes blazing with killing intent. He moved with the gait of a dragon and the stride of a tiger, like a god of slaughter bathed in the light of vengeance!

However, Yan Dong didn’t give him much time to prepare. The moment Qin Haoxuan stepped onto the stage, he unleashed the spiritual art he had readied. A fireball slammed into Qin Haoxuan, exploding on impact and sending the unprepared disciple flying back several meters.

Pu Hanzhong had thrown all sorts of spiritual talismans the moment he got on stage, putting Yan Dong in a miserable position. By striking first, Yan Dong was guarding against the possibility that Qin Haoxuan also had some high-level talismans. If he were to be defeated by a new disciple, how could he ever show his face again?

Seeing Qin Haoxuan sent flying, Xu Yu couldn’t help but let out a sharp cry. “Brother Haoxuan, be careful! Brother Haoxuan, hurry up and surrender!”

Behind her, Murong Chao’s expression grew complicated as he watched her anxious state.

Meanwhile, the disciples who had come to cheer Qin Haoxuan on began to shout their condemnation of the shameless sneak attack.

Amidst the anxious cries, the battered Qin Haoxuan stood up. There was a hole in his clothes and he looked dusty, but a closer look revealed that there were no wounds on his body, not even the slightest bruise.

The resources that the Master of the Ancient Cloud Hall had unknowingly invested in Qin Haoxuan over the past four months, combined with the Dao Heart Seed Demon Art and the massive amount of unrefined spiritual medicine inside his body, had finally shown their effects at this crucial moment.

Qin Haoxuan pushed himself to his feet and let out a muffled roar, charging at Yan Dong like a wild bull. If his body could completely withstand the enemy’s attacks, then why the hell would he surrender? It was time to fight!

Yan Dong was somewhat dazed. That spiritual talisman should have been enough to blast a Seventh-Leaf disciple, even one using their full defensive power, off their feet. He had heard that this Qin Haoxuan could fight a Seventh-Leaf disciple to the death, but now, his ability to take a punch seemed to be on a whole other level. This didn’t match the rumors at all!

Yan Dong continued to gather spiritual energy and form hand seals. After a slight fluctuation of spiritual power, a dazzling, blue-green cold light—The Bright Moon Divine State—shot towards Qin Haoxuan, once again slamming into his chest!

It was fast! The art was so fast that while Qin Haoxuan could see it, he couldn’t dodge it. He flipped several times in the air before landing heavily and tumbling a few more times. The entire arena fell silent.

This time, he shouldn’t be able to get up, right? Yan Dong glanced at Qin Haoxuan, then stole a peek at the Purple Seed, Zhang Kuang, in the crowd, afraid that his last move had been too severe. But what he saw was Zhang Kuang’s cold sneer, his face filled with contempt and ridicule, as if The Bright Moon Divine State was nothing in his eyes.

“Huuuh…”

Lying on the ground, Qin Haoxuan let out a long breath and once again pushed himself up. Other than his clothes being in tatters, his exposed skin was completely undamaged.

Yan Dong sucked in a cold breath. What… what was going on?

The crowd of onlookers was also lost in thought. How did he do it? The Nature Hall must have invested a fortune in him. Otherwise, even a man made of iron should have been broken by now.

He can still stand? Yan Dong felt his face flush with shame. I, a dignified cultivator at the Twelfth-Leaf of the Spirit Sprout Realm, can’t even handle a kid in the Sprouting Stage? How can I face anyone if word of this gets out? He couldn’t hold back anymore! It was time to get rough!

Several ice blades materialized and floated beside Yan Dong. With a loud roar, “Arctic Blade Art!” the blades sliced through the air, hissing as they shot toward Qin Haoxuan.

Qin Haoxuan raised his hand, forming it into a blade, and fearlessly met the ice blades that were coming at him with the force of a mountain. A series of crisp shattering sounds rang out as the spiritual energy of his hand-blade instantly exploded. The technique inherited from Pu Hanzhong was completely broken. The ice blades shattered the spiritual energy and plunged deep into his arm.

He was injured! For the first time since the battle began, Qin Haoxuan, who had remained unharmed, was finally wounded. His arm was torn open with a dozen cuts that gushed blood, and shards of the ice blades were embedded in the flesh of his arm. The mere sight of it was enough to make one feel a heart-piercing pain.

As the ice blades shattered, Qin Haoxuan pushed off his feet. His recent battles had taught him a valuable lesson: get in close! That was his only chance! Fighting from a distance? He’d be kited around like a toy until he was dead!

Fast! Qin Haoxuan’s reaction was extremely fast. Under his full sprint, the distance between them rapidly closed!

“Heavens! He’s charging through!” the crowd gasped. “He wasn’t knocked down; he’s on the attack!”

Yan Dong had no time to pay attention to their shock. In the deepest part of his heart, a trace of fear had begun to sprout. Three consecutive attacks, and he still hadn’t taken down a new junior brother! The Nature Hall was a place that always came up with strange methods to survive. Just what kind of investment had they made in him this time?

He couldn’t worry about it anymore! Yan Dong no longer cared about offending Zhang Kuang later. He now regretted holding back at the beginning out of fear!

He rapidly chanted an incantation and formed hand signs, his ten fingers flying like dancing butterflies. The spiritual energy drawn by his fingertips was so dense that it momentarily caused a rift in the air.

“Glacial Prison!” After a few breaths, the arena was filled with a thick blanket of snow and ice that was difficult to see through. Yan Dong’s roar was tinged with savagery. “Turn into a popsicle for me!”

The real killing move was the dozens of ice balls hidden within the blizzard. They shot towards Qin Haoxuan at incredible speed, carrying an unstoppable force. Even a fellow Twelfth-Leaf cultivator wouldn’t dare to take this attack head-on. But Qin Haoxuan did not dodge. The countless immortal seeds in his body vigorously drew in spiritual energy, channeling it into his left arm as he swung it directly at the incoming ice ball!

“He’s insane!” the crowd roared. “Don’t block that, Qin Haoxuan! The frost will freeze you solid if you shatter it!”

Qin Haoxuan seemed not to hear them. In the blink of an eye, his hand-blade technique, which he had practiced to the third level over the past few days, slammed violently into the ice ball.

CRACK! A crisp sound echoed as Qin Haoxuan’s hand-blade shattered the ice ball. At the same time, a sickening crunch came from his own arm.

A fractured bone! The bone in Qin Haoxuan’s left forearm was damaged to the point that the entire lower arm looked deformed…

Pain! In an instant, the agony of a broken bone caused cold sweat to bead on Qin Haoxuan’s forehead.

Yan Dong’s expression at that moment was extremely complicated. He took it head-on? And his arm bone only fractured? Just fractured? Shouldn’t his entire arm have shattered?

Damn it all, let’s keep going!