Demon King: Hero, don't run away!-Chapter 1000 - 1002: Reaching for Nonexistent Hope

Aslit crouched down, steadied herself in a horse stance, gripped the knife handle, and turned the blade ninety degrees to the side.

How exactly could she make her sister return to being that gentle sister of the past? Qiuye kept pondering in her mind but could never find an answer.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she started to wonder if by giving up the Dragon God Conference like this, her sister would be angry with her actions...

She had clearly decided to be strong, to grow up a little...

Yet, in such a way, deliberately trying to anger her sister to gain her attention...

Such thoughts were utterly shameful, extremely foolish, and laughable.

Her sister would definitely scoff at her.

The competition was about to start, and Qiuye wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, seeming to have made some resolution, tightly gripped her beloved knife, crouched down, steadied herself in a horse stance, and turned the blade handle ninety degrees horizontally.

"Ready! Begin!"

At the referee's command, Qiuye and Aslit simultaneously drew their blades.

Their speed in drawing the blade was so fast that people could hardly see it, and in an instant, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Not until their invisible slashes collided, producing a deafening sonic boom, did the audience come back to their senses.

The match started with incredible speed.

Just as the audience was about to focus on Aslit and Qiuye, suddenly, the two figures flashed, arriving at the spot where the sonic boom happened.

Both unsheathed their sharp blades simultaneously, and the fierce clash was imminent.

In an instant, the stage became a blur of flashing blades, with various skills emerging one after another, overwhelming the audience.

Aslit and Qiuye came from the same sect, with similar attack styles and skills.

In such a situation, what they needed to compete in was the mastery of their skills, understanding of the Broken Wind Style, and their concentration.

Most importantly, their mindset.

A relaxed and calm mindset allows one to perform far beyond their usual capabilities.

But in this situation, how could they possibly maintain a relatively relaxed and calm mindset?

Broken Wind Style emphasizes fast and precise swordsmanship.

Once two practitioners of Broken Wind Style engage, until one side is defeated, they maintain unbelievable high-speed collisions.

Often, sounds of engagement emerge several times within a second.

Both Aslit and Qiuye possessed remarkable speed and reflexes, making them outstanding among the younger generation.

Any mistake from either of them would allow the other to instantly seize the opportunity to end the match.

Their swordsmanship was dazzling, and ordinary people couldn't clearly see their movements.

At first glance, everyone thought they were both incredible but couldn't see the difference in their clashes or determine who had the upper hand.

As the saying goes, amateurs watch the excitement, while professionals watch the techniques.

Yang Yu could effortlessly see through their moves and judge their skills and status.

One had to admire that Qiuye was undoubtedly the top genius in the Broken Wind Style, with each dodge and block exceptionally clever.

But even so, she was only able to defend single-handedly against Aslit's attacks.

This outcome wasn't due to the difference in their attribute panels.

Qiuye's gradual slide into passivity was purely because she didn't seize the opportunity to counterattack after finishing her defenses, leaving her with only endless defense.

Watching everything happening on stage, the Family Head of the Broken Wind Style muttered:

"Qiuye, your heart is already in turmoil. Rather than victory, do you still hope she will return?"

Indeed.

Qiuye had not, from the beginning, considered defeating Aslit as her premise.

She wanted to use this match to let her sister understand what was in her heart.

"Sister."

Qiuye blocked Aslit's attack again.

The more she clashed with Aslit, the more despair she felt inside.

Every strike of Aslit seemed intent on genuinely ending her life. Qiuye felt if she released her long knife, Aslit's blade would immediately pierce through her body.

However...

Even knowing this, Qiuye still couldn't switch from defense to offense.

"Should I defeat my sister here? If I do, what would happen to her?"

Such thoughts filled Qiuye's mind completely.

Being troubled by such questions during a match was undoubtedly slow suicide.

If Yang Yu were Qiuye, he would definitely fight Aslit seriously, putting aside the outcome.

Displaying full strength against an evenly matched opponent is a form of respect.

But not everyone can think as clearly as Yang Yu.

Ignoring one's subjective feelings and speaking from his standpoint only overlooks more issues.

In Qiuye's subconscious, she still hoped that the attentive sister who cared for her would return, hoped that Aslit could stand with her.

She hoped to find a glimmer of light in the endless darkness and pull Aslit out of the abyss.

If the match ended simply like that, regardless of win or lose, Aslit would most likely leave without a word.

Such thoughts would remain unexpressed.

Hence, Qiuye wanted to prolong the match as much as possible. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Yang Yu sighed; there was no need to continue watching this match.

Separated in their childhood, they knew nothing about each other's lives, experiences, and thoughts.

A pathetic wall had formed in their hearts.

And how could such a pathetic wall be easily broken?

Moreover, Aslit had completely sealed off her inner self.

Failing to realize this and still wanting to touch that nonexistent hope would only lead Qiuye to defeat.

Just as Yang Yu expected, the end came sooner than he imagined.

Aslit disarmed Qiuye's most cherished blade, disregarded sisterly affection entirely, and pierced Qiuye's shoulder.

Seizing this flaw, Aslit's blade danced in the air until she had Qiuye sprawled on the ground, the sword piercing through Qiuye's chest, forcing her into unconsciousness only then did she relent.

Listening to the referee declaring Aslit's victory, no one knew what expression lay behind Aslit's mask.

She simply sheathed her blade, turned away with some disappointment, leaving Qiuye alone on the stage.

What was expected to be a grand battle ended in such an outcome.

This left Yang Yu filled with emotion.

Under the healing of medical staff, Qiuye gradually woke up.

She looked around, unable to see Aslit's figure, her eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.

After asking a few questions to the medical personnel, her face changed, then disregarding her unhealed wounds, she hurriedly ran off the stage.

And the members of the Broken Wind Style behind Yang Yu also stood up one after another, going to find Qiuye.

The result...

Qiuye still couldn't see her sister; no one knew where her sister had gone.