PFC Chapter 164: First Battle Against a Strong Opponent, Despite Difficulties, Remains Firm
Chapter 164: First Battle Against a Strong Opponent, Despite Difficulties, Remains Firm
A ray of morning light penetrated the clouds, shining on the arena, on the two swords about to clash, and on Lei Yi's resolute face.
"clang!"
A clear, resounding sword cries echoed throughout the arena, heralding the beginning of the challenge. The sword-crazed youth moved, his body as swift as lightning. The three-foot-long blade in his hand transformed into a silver streak, aiming straight for Lei Yi's throat.
Lei Yi was prepared, ducking to the side and barely avoiding the fatal blow. However, the sword-crazed young man continued his attack, turning his sword and stabbing again at a tricky angle.
Lei Yi was startled. This young man's swordsmanship was even more powerful and varied than he had imagined. He didn't dare to delay and quickly swung his sword to block.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
The two swords clashed repeatedly, emitting a series of clanging sounds. Lei Yi felt powerful forces emanating from the swords, shaking his palms to the point of numbness.
"This kid's swordsmanship is so weird!" Lei Yi said in his heart.
He found the sword-crazed young man's swordsmanship unpredictable, sometimes light and agile, sometimes powerful and heavy, making it difficult to grasp. Moreover, every move and style of his was aimed directly at the vital points, without mercy.
Lei Yi was exhausted from dealing with the situation and could only keep dodging, unable to find any chance to fight back.
"This kid is no good. He can only dodge and evade without any rules at all!"
"Exactly. I thought he was so powerful, but it turns out he's just a silver spearhead!"
"I don't think he can hold on for much longer. This sword-crazy boy is one of the best among the younger generation in our family!"
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The family members who were watching the fight below the stage saw that Lei Yi was in a passive situation and started to mock him, their words full of disdain and contempt.
Dongfang Liuli sat in the crowd, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes filled with worry. She knew Lei Yi was facing tremendous pressure at the moment, but she believed he would be able to overcome the difficulties and defeat the powerful enemy.
"Lei Yi, show me your true abilities!" The sword-crazy boy roared, and the long sword in his hand shone brightly. A sharp sword energy broke through the air and headed straight for Lei Yi.
"Not good!" Lei Yi was horrified. This sword energy was coming at him with such force that he had no way to avoid it...
"Stop!" A delicate voice suddenly rang out, and a graceful figure flew onto the arena. "Stop!" A delicate voice suddenly rang out, and a graceful figure flew onto the arena.
Dongfang Liuli! How did she get up here? Everyone in the audience was shocked. The family elders frowned, but did not say anything to stop her.
"Liuli, why are you here? Come down quickly, this is a competition between him and me." When the sword-crazy boy saw Dongfang Liuli, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and the sword in his hand couldn't help but slow down a bit.
Dongfang Liuli ignored him and walked straight to Lei Yi, asking with concern, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Lei Yi shook his head, but his eyes never left the sword-crazed boy. He knew that if Dongfang Liuli came on stage to rescue him, it would only anger him further.
"I'm glad you're alright." Dongfang Liuli smiled gently, then turned to look at the sword-crazed youth and said in a cold tone, "Young Master, a martial arts competition should be limited to a certain point. You were so ruthless, wasn't that a bit excessive?"
"I..." The sword-crazy boy was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to defend himself.
"Hmph! If you're not as skilled as others, just say so. Why bother making excuses?" Dongfang Liuli snorted coldly, turned to face the audience, and said loudly, "You all come from prestigious families. Are you all just bullying the weak and the few?"
Dongfang Liuli's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard, making them feel ashamed. They all lowered their heads and dared not look at him.
"Liuli, you..." The sword-crazy boy's face flushed, and he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Dongfang Liuli's wave of hand.
"Don't say anything, our competition isn't over yet!" Lei Yi took a deep breath and said with a determined look. He knew that in today's competition, he not only had to win, but also win beautifully!
Dongfang Liuli looked at him deeply, said nothing more, turned around and walked down the arena.
"Boy, you are so cruel!" The sword-crazy boy glared at Lei Yi fiercely, shook the sword in his hand, and attacked him again.
"Come on!" Lei Yi roared, swinging his sword to fight. He stopped dodging and began to try to counterattack.
However, the swordsmanship of the sword-crazy boy was so superb that every counterattack of Lei Yi was easily resolved by him, and even more flaws were revealed.
"Haha, you dare to challenge me with such little ability, you really overestimate yourself!" The sword-crazy boy laughed triumphantly, and his attack became more and more fierce.
"Boy, admit defeat, you are no match for him!"
"That's right, stop humiliating yourself!"
Seeing that Lei Yi was at a disadvantage again, the people in the audience began to mock him unscrupulously, their words full of contempt and disdain.
Lei Yi turned a deaf ear to the words. He stared closely at every movement and technique of the sword-crazed boy, and kept recalling what Dongfang Liuli had said to him before:
"Although his swordsmanship is sharp, its flaws are also obvious. If you observe carefully, you will definitely be able to find them..."
Flaw! Yes, there must be a flaw!
A gleam of light flashed in Lei Yi's eyes, and he began to consciously guide the direction of the sword-crazy boy's attack, trying to force him to reveal a flaw.
"Huh? This kid..." The sword-crazy boy also noticed Lei Yi's intention, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Want to find my weakness? Not that easy!" The sword-crazy boy snorted coldly, and the sword moves in his hand changed. The speed suddenly increased, turning into a series of afterimages, covering Lei Yi.
"So fast!" Lei Yi was startled. Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string...
"Lei Yi!" Dongfang Liuli exclaimed, rushing towards the arena recklessly...
The sword-crazed young man looked at Lei Yi lying in a pool of blood, and a cold smile appeared on his lips: "You don't know your own limitations..."
"Lei Yi!" Dongfang Liuli's exclamation pierced the stagnant air in the arena. She rushed towards the arena recklessly, her eyes filled with worry and anxiety. The crowd below was in an uproar; no one had expected this competition to turn out like this.
The clan leader looked at Lei Yi lying in a pool of blood, a cold smile on his face. He thought to himself, "You're overestimating yourself! How dare you challenge my authority?" He turned to the ghost-faced strategist beside him and asked in a voice only the two of them could hear, "How much longer do you think he can hold on?"
A cold glint flashed in the Ghost-Faced Strategist's eyes, and he whispered back, "Reporting to the clan leader, although this brat has some strength, he is ultimately no match for the young man. I think he is at the end of his rope and won't be able to hold out for much longer."
"Alright!" A fierce glint flashed in the family head's eyes as he sneered, "If that's the case, then let's end this farce as soon as possible! Go tell that sword geek to end this quickly and not waste any more time!"
"Yes!" The ghost-faced strategist took the order and left, his figure quickly disappearing in the crowd.
In the arena, Lei Yi struggled to get up from the ground, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. His face was pale, his breathing was disordered, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.
"Boy, do you want to continue?" The sword-crazy boy looked down at him condescendingly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
"Of course!" Lei Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a firm look in his eyes, "This competition is not over yet!"
"Hmph! You're so stubborn!" The sword-crazed young man snorted coldly, pointing his sword at Lei Yi again and saying coldly, "Since you're so determined to die, then I'll grant your wish!"
After saying that, the sword-crazy boy launched another attack. The sword flashed like lightning, going straight for Lei Yi's vital points.
Lei Yi didn't dare to delay, enduring the pain in his body and desperately dodging the sword-crazed boy's attacks. He knew that his current state was no longer strong enough to fight the opponent head-on, so he could only rely on his agility and keen perception to find the opponent's weaknesses.
Dongfang Liuli stood in the audience, anxious but helpless. Although she was proficient in medicine, the arena was now restricted by the family elders, prohibiting anyone from trespassing or facing severe punishment from the family. She could only pray silently in her heart that Lei Yi would be safe.
Time passed by minute by minute. Lei Yi struggled to hold on under the fierce attack of the sword-crazed boy, and several more wounds appeared on his body. However, even in such a desperate situation, he still did not give up. His eyes were still sharp, closely watching the sword-crazed boy's every move, trying to find a glimmer of hope.
Finally, after dodging again and again, Lei Yi discovered a detail: every time the sword-crazed boy changed the angle of his sword, there was a tiny pause. Although this pause was very short and almost invisible to the naked eye, Lei Yi keenly captured it...
"Now!" Lei Yi's heart moved, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and the sword in his hand moved...