Fury Towards The Burning Heaven

The college restricted the use of force and forbid any killings. There were a few rules that couldn’t be violated. If anyone did, they would be executed no matter who it was. With such a huge college, it could easily contain several thousand cadets. Among these thousands of cadets, there were individuals that had the wealthy status, and there were the commoner prodigies. It was inevitable to avoid any conflicts with so many different personalities around, and this was why the Battle Arena existed.

The Battle Arena—also located at the South Courtyard—was a place that was meant for fights. As long as both parties signed the life-and-death form, the fight could even decide one’s life and death. Even if one of the combatants was beaten into a cripple, the college would still ignore it.

Jiang Yi and that other cadet walked to the outside of a huge hall. Jiang Yi went in to look for an Ordinary Cadet and handed over a piece of golden leaf, asking him to report some news to Qian Wanguan who was at the West Courtyard. His opponent looked like someone who had an esteemed and wealthy background; even the mentor at the Cultivation Room was siding him. There was a need for Jiang Yi to be wary.

“Brother Chen, this kid wants to fight and bet 300 accumulated points. Please help to make a record!”

Jiang Yi’s opponent walked over to a guard outside the Battle Arena Court and spoke loudly. Jiang Yi had these cold eyes as he observed them, thinking that he made the right move to ask someone to inform Qian Wanguan. If even the cadets from the guard team knew him, then he must have a rather important status.

“Him?”

The guard took a quick glance at Jiang Yi and had this look of disbelief. He then laughed and nodded. “Brother Zhangsun, go in then. Mentor Feng is inside; letting him be the witness will do.”

Brother Zhangsun? A member of the Zhangsun Clan?

Jiang Yi’s heart sank. He guessed that this person’s status wasn’t so simple, but he didn’t think that he would be a member of the Zhangsun Clan. The no.1 great clan of the Divine Martial Kingdom. Their clan was even greater than the Jiang Clan in ranks. Within the royalty right now, the Empress Dowager, Empress, Crown Princess, and even the wife of Jiang Bieli were all from the Zhangsun Clan.

Since the matter was already at this stage, Jiang Yi had nothing to regret about. He walked in together with the Zhangsun Clan’s young master with fast steps. Those cadets that passed by heard that a fight was about to be carried out—with a bet of 300 accumulated points. They instantly got interested and went in to spectate the fight.

The Battle Arena was huge. Within it were just a large hall and a huge round-shaped arena. On the arena was a middle-aged male mentor who was meditating. When he heard a bunch of people making a din while they entered, he frowned and opened his eyes.

The young master from the Zhangsun Clan was afraid Jiang Yi would want to back out; thus, he immediately informed that mentor: “Mentor Feng, this cadet wants a fight with me with a bet of 300 accumulated points. I hope you can be the witness.”

Mentor Feng took a quick glance at Jiang Yi and let out a look of surprise. But he hosted this place. According to college rules, he was not to interfere as long as both cadets agreed. He spoke indifferently, “Both parties may go on the stage then. Hand your jade tokens to me.”

The body of the young master Zhangsun leaped up. He took out a piece of jade token and handed it over to Mentor Feng. He then looked down upon Jiang Yi from above and sneered, “Grandson, come on up! Are you afraid now?”

Jiang Yi’s expression did have this coward’s intent, but obviously, it was him feigning it. He hesitated for a moment before clenching his teeth and jumping onto the arena stage. He also handed over the jade token to Mentor Feng.

“Both parties have sufficient accumulated points in their jade tokens.”

That Mentor Feng emitted some essence force in his hand to sense the jade tokens and nodded. “This is my final time asking. Zhangsun Feihu, Jiang Yi, are you sure you want to have this fight? And to bet 300 accumulated points?”

“Sure!”

The young master of the Zhangsun Clan didn’t even hesitate before agreeing. But he soon frowned after recalling the name ‘Jiang Yi.’ Why did this name sound so familiar? The jade token was recorded with every individual’s information; it was normal for Mentor Feng to know of Jiang Yi’s name.

Jiang Yi clenched his teeth and replied, “Sure!”

“Alright. Let the fight begin!”

Mentor Feng flew down the stage and shouted, “The fight shall be concluded if anyone gets knocked off the stage or surrenders. No killing is allowed. The winner shall get 300 accumulated points.”

The numerous cadets around the arena stage got excited. There was also a constant supply of cadets coming in to observe. Three hundred points wasn’t a small sum, but most importantly, it was the gap in strength between the two parties.

“Grandson. Make your move. Your grandfather shall offer you ten moves!”

When Jiang Yi entered the arena stage, he revealed this coward’s expression, which made Zhangsun Feihu feel that these 300 points were already at hand. The presumption caused his tone to become even more presumptuous and arrogant.

“Swish!”

With a bend of his knees, Jiang Yi shot out like a cheetah and drew a green-colored short sword from his sleeve in the midst of his dash. His single hand turned into three sword shadows thrusting at Zhangsun Feihu.

“Artifact? I have one, too!”

Zhangsun Feihu’s expression remained unchanged, as he drew out a flexible sword from his waist. The sword light radiated and brandished towards the three-sword light from Jiang Yi.

“Overflow Rain Sword–Endless Spring Rain!”

With a cold shout, Jiang Yi’s sword shadows turned into one. But it was drifting like an endless light shower, thrusting at Zhangsun Feihu’s wrist. This blade might seem harmless, but the angle of the attack was odd and extremely vicious.

“Competing in sword skills with me? You are tired of living!”

Zhangsun Feihu mocked him, and flexible sword began to contort like a slithering venomous snake, easily striking at Jiang Yi’s Green Destiny Sword. A clear clashing sound could be heard as Jiang Yi and his Green Destiny Sword got repelled.

“Summer Rain Downpour!”

Jiang Yi didn’t stop for a single moment. His sword transformed into an entire sky of sword rain, entrapping Zhangsun Feihu within it. The earth-tier martial skill ‘Overflow Rain Sword’ that Jiang Yunhai provided him only had four moves, but each one had an entirely different type of ability. It was a pity that Jiang Yi only achieved the Entry Stage, and the power was limited.

“Dragon Form: Venomous Snake!”

Facing the raining swords, Zhangsun Feihu didn’t even take a step back. His flexible sword suddenly stiffened and stabbed at Jiang Yi like a venomous snake.

An inch longer, an inch stronger. An inch shorter, an inch more in danger!

Zhangsun Feihu had quite the battle plan. He knew that Jiang Yi’s sword was too short, and before it could reach him, his sword would thrust into Jiang Yi first.

“Desolated Autumn Rain!”

With a twist of the sword edge, the sword shadows vanished again. This time, the Green Destiny Sword was detached from Jiang Yi’s hand. It changed into a flying blade, shooting at Zhangsun Feihu. The cold killing intent was like the chilling and desolated autumn rain.

“Haha!”

Zhangsun Feihu scoffed as his body turned and barely dodging the flying blade. Now that Jiang Yi didn’t have his artifact, how could he continue to execute his sharp sword skills? He seemed to already see the victory goddess waving at him.

“Phantom Punch!”

At the instant when Zhangsun Feihu evaded, Jiang Yi swiftly rushed near and revolved his essence force on his fist, forming three fist shadows and aiming at Zhangsun Feihu’s arm, waist, and head.

“Hmph! How many moves is this? End it!”

Zhangsun Feihu scoffed and brandished his long sword. That flexible sword turned into a venomous snake and lunged towards Jiang Yi’s waist. At the same time, his other fist turned into an iron fist to counter Jiang Yi’s triple fist.

“Yes. It is time to end it.”

The hidden right hand in Jiang Yi’s sleeve finally revealed itself. In fact, when Zhangsun Feihu was within the melee range of Jiang Yi, this fight had already ended. This Zhangsun Feihu was too arrogant: underestimating the enemy was always a fatal mistake.

“Exploding Essence Palm!”

Jiang Yi’s palm glowed with black and blue light. A surging essence force flowed out and instantly exploded. Before Zhangsun Feihu’s longsword came in contact with Jiang Yi’s body, he got blown away.

“Bang!”

Zhangsun Feihu’s arm was blown into a bloody mess, exposing the white bones; and his body was blasted off the arena stage.

“Huh…”

With a sudden turn of events, everyone under the stage was astonished and stunned. Jiang Yi was only at the fifth stage of the Cast Tripod Realm and could manage such a powerful attack? This power was definitely on par with an attack from a second stage of the Purple Mansion Realm, right?

Lying in the ground, Zhangsun Feihu rolled around screaming in pain. He viciously glared at Jiang Yi and roared, “Mentor Feng, it is his trickery! He purposely hid his strength to deceive me! This battle cannot be counted!”