Chapter 195: Hair Bristling with Anger, Leaning on the Railing
The crowd all watched the Butcher. Although he had been rebounded, no one would look down on him. Being able to crack the sixth war drum was already quite impressive.
The gazes of the Snow Moon Holy Academy crowd all fell on Overlord Blade, a faint, cold smile appearing in their eyes. They wanted to see how this man wearing a bronze mask would compare to the Butcher.
At this moment, Overlord Blade stood before the drums, his gaze calm and profound. A domineering blade intent suddenly rose.
The crowd’s eyes focused as they saw Overlord Blade take a step forward. With one palm, he directly struck the first war drum.
“Crack, crack!”
A crisp sound rang out. There was no violent explosion. The war drum was like tofu, directly cut and split apart by that domineering palm-blade.
Then, the second, the third, and even the fourth drum were all severed, effortlessly. Overlord Blade, from start to finish, used only a single motion and a single breath.
It was only at the fifth war drum that Overlord Blade’s hand slightly lifted, then suddenly slashed down. Instantly, the drum split from the middle, flying to both sides. It was still so easy and calm.
Even more terrifying, Overlord Blade’s form remained unchanged. Even when he reached the sixth war drum, it was still one slash, cleaving out.
“Crack!”
The blade’s edge was bone-chilling, cold and awe-inspiring. The sixth war drum was still so easily split apart, without any pause.
Only then did Overlord Blade’s movements stop. He did not continue to slash the seventh drum, as if he had no interest. Very calmly, he turned and walked back toward the Heavenly One Academy crowd.
“A piece of trash dares to be so arrogant.”
A faint, indifferent voice came from Overlord Blade’s mouth, causing the crowd’s eyes to narrow. This guy was actually insulting the Butcher as trash. But compared to him, the Butcher indeed seemed very weak.
The Butcher’s face was extremely ugly, alternating between green and white. In the past, when he was at Cloud Sea Sect, he was treated as a genius, arrogant and overbearing. At Snow Moon Holy Academy, he still received key cultivation. But now, he was being humiliated as trash, and he couldn’t even refute it.
The sixth war drum—he had struck it with all his might, only cracking it. Yet Overlord Blade had effortlessly split it apart. The gap between the two was too great.
“Not bad.”
Duan Wuya laughed lightly and said indifferently, “Is there anyone stronger?”
The crowd exchanged glances. Then, quite a few people stepped forward to try, but in the end, none could do better. Some couldn’t even break the sixth drum.
“Linghu, among those of us who came this time, you are the strongest. Won’t you go and dampen their spirits?”
At this moment, from the Snow Moon Holy Academy side, the Butcher said to Linghu Heshan beside him. They had both been disciples of Cloud Sea Sect in the past, and now they were both at Snow Moon Holy Academy, so they were somewhat familiar.
Linghu Heshan shook his head slightly, looking at the Heavenly One Academy crowd opposite. “That man in white is named Wen Aoxue. He ranks third among the disciples of Heavenly One Academy. Although he usually keeps a low profile, his strength is unfathomable. I didn’t expect him to come this time. I don’t have absolute confidence that I can win.”
Linghu Heshan’s words made the Butcher’s eyes focus. He then looked toward Wen Aoxue, who was as beautiful as a woman. At that moment, Wen Aoxue’s strangely beautiful eyes also looked back at him, dazzling and brilliant, causing the Butcher’s gaze to flicker. He dared not meet those eyes directly.
Among the Snow Moon Holy Academy disciples who came this time, Linghu Heshan was the strongest. If he made a move, Wen Aoxue would surely step forward. If Linghu Heshan then lost, it would be bad for Snow Moon Holy Academy’s face. So without absolute certainty, Linghu Heshan would not act.
“I’ll help you get this face back.” At this moment, beside the Snow Moon Holy Academy crowd, the young man sitting in the seat next to the head position spoke. This person was none other than Yue Tianchen.
Standing up, Yue Tianchen looked at Duan Wuya and Duan Xinye beside him and said, “Your Highness, the princess’s safety should naturally be guarded by me. No one else is qualified to compete.”
Yue Tianchen’s words were arrogant, but the crowd felt it was only natural.
Yue Tianchen was the heir of the Yue Clan, of extremely noble status. Moreover, his own strength was at the Spirit Martial Realm, Seventh Layer, extremely powerful. Add to that his terrifying martial soul, those stronger than him would not provoke or offend him, while those weaker could only be bullied by him.
Duan Xinye’s gaze flickered, and she said nothing. Duan Wuya, however, let out a low laugh and said, “Then we’ll have to see how many war drums Brother Yue can ring.”
Yue Tianchen nodded slightly, but he did not immediately walk toward the war drums. Instead, he looked toward the Heavenly One Academy crowd, or rather, at Lin Feng.
“The princess holds a revered status. The one worthy of matching her must be impeccable in both martial talent and birth. Those lowly, insignificant ants who have a bit of strength and don’t know their place, yet still delusionally covet the princess’s honor and try to climb the social ladder—how utterly ridiculous.”
Having said this, Yue Tianchen walked straight to the war drums, his expression solemn.
A hint of strange color flashed in the crowd’s eyes, and their gazes all fell on Lin Feng. Although Yue Tianchen had not named names, he was clearly talking about Lin Feng just now.
Lin Feng, was he also coveting the princess?
At this moment, Lin Feng’s gaze froze slightly, a cold light flickering in his eyes.
He was of low status and didn’t know his place? He was delusionally coveting the princess’s honor and trying to climb the social ladder?
Just then, Yue Tianchen continued, “Today, I wish to sing a song for the princess.”
As his words fell, a low, distant voice came from Yue Tianchen’s mouth.
“Vast snow moon, soldiers beat the drums.”
“Boom!”
An explosive sound accompanied Yue Tianchen’s high-pitched song. The first war drum shattered.
“Don armor, with lofty ambition.”
“Boom, boom!”
One word, one tremor. Two more war drums burst apart.
“A man’s hot blood, treads ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains…”
Yue Tianchen’s voice rose, a powerful, fervent intent surging from his body. Two more palm strikes shot out. The fourth and fifth drums were instantly annihilated.
That breath of Yue Tianchen’s did not fade; instead, it grew even more intense.
“Build, a thousand years of merit.”
Yue Tianchen moved forward, his entire body like a streak of light, breaking through everything. With a thunderous boom, the sixth war drum shattered again.
At this moment, Yue Tianchen’s feet stomped heavily on the ground. Yellow dust roared, as if smoke and flames were rolling. A terrifying wave of energy spread out.
Yue Tianchen, with one palm, struck out, landing on the war drum.
“Only to welcome, the beauty’s triumphant return!”
As the low voice fell, Yue Tianchen’s breath finally dissipated. With a cracking sound, the seventh war drum split into four or five pieces.
“Vast snow moon, soldiers beat the drums, don armor, with lofty ambition.”
“A man’s hot blood, treads ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains, build a thousand years of merit, only to welcome the beauty’s triumphant return.”
The crowd murmured softly, looking at that handsome figure, their hearts trembling, a faint heat burning within them.
Especially those Snow Moon soldiers, their eyes all shone with a dazzling light, as if they were the protagonists of this song.
“Good.”
The Snow Moon Holy Academy crowd all shouted loudly, cheering for Yue Tianchen. On the seat of honor, Duan Tianlang also smiled slightly and said, “Tianchen is truly worthy of being the Yue Clan heir. He harbors great ambition. Just by relying on a single breath, while singing loudly, he still managed to break seven war drums in a row. That’s extremely rare. He is also a good match for the princess.”
From the start of the song to attacking the seven drums, Yue Tianchen’s breath had never paused. Attacking while singing was much harder than pure attack, after all, it required one breath without stopping.
Turning around, Yue Tianchen nodded slightly to Duan Tianlang, then looked at Duan Xinye, a gentle smile appearing in his eyes. Duan Xinye also smiled faintly, still silent.
“Not bad.” Duan Wuya nodded with a smile. “I didn’t expect Brother Yue to not only have extraordinary talent but also such literary grace. Rare.”
“A trivial skill, Your Highness flatters me.” A hint of smug satisfaction appeared in Yue Tianchen’s eyes. He then swept a glance at Lin Feng, perhaps in his eyes, Lin Feng had already become an imaginary romantic rival.
“It’s more than a trivial skill—it’s utterly nondescript and complete nonsense.”
At this moment, a faint voice sounded, causing the crowd’s eyes to narrow. Nondescript and complete nonsense?
Their gazes turned to the speaker, who was none other than Lin Feng.
“This guy has quite the big mouth,” the crowd thought to themselves, harboring some resentment toward Lin Feng.
Yue Tianchen’s eyes narrowed slightly as he coldly stared at Lin Feng, mocking him. “Since I’m so nondescript, why don’t you give it a try?”
“That’s exactly what I intend to do.”
A faint, indifferent smile appeared on Lin Feng’s lips. On the Nine Heavens Continent, there were many stronger than him in martial arts, but if it came to composing poetry, as someone who had crossed over, if he claimed second, who would dare claim first?
Standing up, Lin Feng’s steps slowly walked out, arriving before another row of war drums. This scene caused everyone’s eyes to focus. Lin Feng was actually going to do it for real.
A look of anticipation appeared in the crowd’s eyes. They wanted to see how Lin Feng could surpass Yue Tianchen in both strength and literary grace. That seemed unlikely, didn’t it?
Duan Wuya and Duan Xinye also looked at Lin Feng, their gazes carrying a hint of expectation. This guy, what kind of trick would he come up with this time?
“I’d like to see if you can break seven war drums or compose a song and poem,” Yue Tianchen said with a cold smile, his eyes full of mockery. There was no way Lin Feng could do everything he had done; he would only humiliate himself.
Lin Feng closed his eyes slightly, then took a deep breath. A solemn and melodious, high-pitched voice came from his mouth. One word, and it shook people’s hearts.
“Hair bristling with anger, leaning on the railing, in the drizzling rain, the rest has ceased.”
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