Chapter 1635: Such a Confession
Chapter 1635: Chapter 1635: Such a Confession
Mu Hanyan, in her first match, faced Jiang Qiling, the daughter of Zhu Yufeng’s Peak Master from the Canglan Sect. Zhu Yufeng is second only to Fuhua Peak. Jiang Qiling is proud and aimed to defeat Mu Hanyan. However, over the years, she has never achieved this goal.
"Oh, proud little peacock." Mu Hanyan looked at Jiang Qiling on the other side of the ring and greeted her "friendly".
"Who are you calling a little peacock!" Jiang Qiling said fiercely, "Mu Hanyan, just wait. Today I’ll show you who’s truly number one in the Canglan Sect."
"You’ve said that one thousand eight hundred and fifty-nine times since childhood." Mu Hanyan grinned.
"That many times?" Jiang Qiling was shocked and then exploded, "You must be sick to actually keep count." She felt even angrier, having said it so many times without achieving her goal. That damn Mu Hanyan. She really wanted to beat her so badly she’d be searching for her teeth on the ground.
Mu Hanyan looked at the furious Jiang Qiling, feeling that at this moment she really did resemble a puffed-up little peacock. Though Jiang Qiling always got in her way, she had never crossed the line, always challenging her openly. Hence, Mu Hanyan had no ill feelings toward her; instead, she often teased her, finding her very cute when she got riled up.
As expected, Mu Hanyan defeated Jiang Qiling once more.
"Damn it!" Jiang Qiling glared at Mu Hanyan, her eyes filled with fury.
"Ah, no matter how many times you try, the result will be the same." Mu Hanyan ignored the anger in Jiang Qiling’s eyes and even fanned the flames, "You’re just not cultivated enough, keep working hard."
"You..." Jiang Qiling was so angry she was about to curse at her.
"But this time you improved compared to last time. Your abilities are also increasing." Mu Hanyan, in the next moment, earnestly encouraged her, "I hope you continue to work hard on your cultivation."
Jiang Qiling was momentarily stunned, feeling a strange warmth from the encouragement, only for it to be completely shattered by Mu Hanyan’s next words.
"But no matter how hard you try, you’ll never catch up to me." Mu Hanyan’s remark left Jiang Qiling feeling utterly defeated, her heart shattered.
"Mu Hanyan, you are really detestable." Jiang Qiling said angrily.
"That’s good, I was afraid you’d fall for me. I’m not interested in that kind of relationship with you." Mu Hanyan stabbed once more.
"Mu Hanyan, get lost. I never want to see you again!" Jiang Qiling said, fuming.
"You lost, should be you leaving." Mu Hanyan said with a smile.
Jiang Qiling: "..." She silently slipped off the ring, feeling utterly drained, as if the world was full of malice.
Ye Lanfeng also advanced to the quarterfinals, where he faced Chen Ziyu.
However, Fen Qianji wore a grim expression, looking at Ye Lanfeng with envy, jealousy, and hatred, to which Ye Lanfeng responded with a smug look. Mu Hanfeng felt a pang of indigestion watching this and lit an imaginary candle for Chen Ziyu in his mind.
Chen Ziyu was in high spirits, seeing a chance to finally teach that pesky fly buzzing around Hanyan a lesson, and so openly too. Though the contest rules forbid crippling the opponent, sometimes one might accidentally go too far. Couldn’t blame him for that. Chen Ziyu thought happily, only to be met with harsh reality.
Among the spectators, Chen Ziyu naturally had more supporters, especially among the female disciples. No doubt, Chen Ziyu seemed more attractive than the plain-looking Ye Lanfeng. Moreover, Chen Ziyu gained fame at a young age with impressive strength, whereas Ye Lanfeng was obscure; everyone believed Chen Ziyu had the match in the bag.
"Brother Chen!"
"Brother Chen, you’re definitely taking first place this year."
"Brother Chen, good luck."
Cheers rang from below the stage, one after another.
Chen Ziyu gave Ye Lanfeng a disdainful glance, lowering his voice as he said: "Kneel down and apologize now, and I might spare you."
Ye Lanfeng smiled: "Kneel and apologize for being a frog wanting to eat swan meat about Hanyan, and promise never to think of her again, and I’ll let you lose with some dignity."
Hearing this, Chen Ziyu’s eyes gradually turned red with rage.
"You dare to call her Hanyan? Who are you to covet her? What do you even count for? Only I am fit for her. You lowly people, to covet her is blasphemy." Chen Ziyu felt like his chest would explode. The words he intended to say were uttered by the person in front of him. Talk about shameless. Lose with dignity? He was only planning to disable one arm and leg; seems he was too lenient.
The light in Ye Lanfeng’s eyes grew colder as his killing intent seeped through.
"Don’t go too far. Otherwise, Master will be put in a difficult position." Just as Ye Lanfeng’s murderous intent rose, Mu Hanfeng’s voice came to his ears.
Well, seems like his intentions were seen through by his prospective brother-in-law. He held back, held back, best not overly humiliate this fool before him. Else, if Master were troubled, unhappy, and disallowed him and Hanyan’s affair, it wouldn’t be worth it.
As Ye Lanfeng considered this, the referee had already shouted to start.
Chen Ziyu sneered and drew his sword to attack.
The next moment, all Chen Ziyu felt was a burning sensation on his face, then he was sent flying.
Ye Lanfeng, without drawing his sword, slapped Chen Ziyu so hard he flew! Chen Ziyu offered no resistance.
The surroundings fell into a dead silence.
Mu Hanfeng facepalmed, this brat, told him not to go too far. Did he misunderstand what was meant, or was he planning to be even more excessive?
Chen Ziyu lost, not even managing to exchange blows before being slapped away.
"Thank you for sparring." Ye Lanfeng maintained a calm, unapologetic demeanor, cupping his hands towards the fallen Chen Ziyu outside the ring.
Chen Ziyu snapped out of his shock just to be engulfed by endless shame. Overwhelmed, he fainted. Even if he hadn’t fainted, he would’ve pretended to; he couldn’t face anyone.
"Fuhua Peak, Ye Lanfeng wins."
With this proclamation, everyone realized what had just transpired.
Ye Lanfeng had won with a single move, humiliatingly slapping Chen Ziyu’s face to send him flying.
What kind of enmity warranted this?
"Oh, he’s my romantic rival. I’m infatuated with Sister Hanyan, so of course, I wouldn’t hold back." Ye Lanfeng kindly explained to those around him.
The crowd was in an uproar!
No one had ever seen someone so candid!
Then, those who felt a little wary of Ye Lanfeng just moments ago now understood.
A face-off between rivals for affection is bound to be intense. If faced with their own romantic rival, they’d surely fight to the end and take every opportunity to put them down.