Dual Cultivation: I Summon Villainesses of Mythic Era-Chapter 55: Humiliating The Sons Of Luck
The ground under Hue Qing’s feet instantly turned to ice. Sharp spikes burst out to impale her. She had to perform aerial jumps to escape.
In the stands, the murmurs of shock turned into a deafening clamor. The sect disciples exchanged incredulous glances.
"How is this possible?" exclaimed an Elder.
"Mastering fire and ice at such a level of purity? And these are not simple elemental techniques,"
BaiShe, observing the scene, activated his Third Eye Art.
’It is fascinating,’ thought BaiShe.
’The Emerald Abyss Physique of Hue Qing is like a sponge. If she had access to resources from the Upper Realms and purer Qi... Her current potential is only a fraction of what she could become under my tutelage.’
On the field, the fight had already lasted ten minutes. Huojin seemed to be having fun. He was not even sweating, chaining elements with arrogance.
"You are persistent, I grant you that," said Huojin while snapping his fingers.
< Arts: Purple Thunder Wrath >
Lightning burst from the clear sky, striking Hue Qing from all sides. The young woman, cornered, used her Qi desperately.
She cleaved the air, slicing the electric discharges with precision. Her sword art fluctuated, moving from pure defense to attacks of sudden savagery.
She managed to close the distance, her blade grazing Huojin’s neck. For the first time, the disdainful smile of the Executor wavered. He took a step back, his heterochromatic eyes shining with a dangerous glow.
"Enough playing!" thundered Huojin. "Feel the difference between a mortal and the one who carries the will of the Dao!"
He released a brutal spiritual pressure. Hue Qing felt she was not up to the task.
She raised her sword, but Huojin simultaneously projected the three elements he had used. A blast of fire, ice and thunder struck Hue Qing head-on.
The young woman’s body was thrown to the other end of the arena, plowing the ground for several meters.
Silence fell over the arena, broken only by Hue Qing’s panting as she struggled to remain conscious. The fight had lasted exactly twenty minutes.
Huojin approached slowly, stopping above her, his gaze cold.
"You have lost, Qing’er. Go home... A woman’s place is in the kitchen."
"Oh the bastard..." BaiShe chuckled...
It was now the final.
...
"Senior brother Jian... you have quite the courage to face me after seeing what I did to your fiancée," Huojin said, a half-smile stretching his lips.
Guo Jian gripped the shaft of his spear.
"Huojin, your words are as arrogant as your talent is suspect," replied Guo Jian in a low voice.
"You are just a prodigy of a few months. I have spent twenty-five years forging my body and mind on the path of the spear. Today, I will show you that the true Dao is not acquired through shortcuts of fortuitous encounters."
The gong sounded, marking the start of the final. Immediately, Huojin raised a hand toward the sky, his eyes shining with a divine glow.
< Arts: Heavenly Thunder Wrath >
Purple lightning streaked across the arena, converging toward Guo Jian.
He spun his spear, creating a golden Qi shield that deflected the discharges into the stone ground, shattering it.
BaiShe remained completely perplexed. ’But this idiot has a sword lineage, why is he using a spear?’
< Arts: Solar Sword Lineage >
< Wall of Light >
Without giving his opponent time to breathe, Guo Jian lunged. He covered the distance in a heartbeat, his spear striking like a venomous snake.
Huojin dodged with supernatural grace, but a small cut appeared on his cheek, letting bright red blood bead.
"Interesting," murmured Huojin, his smile fading to give way to cold irritation.
"Since you insist on seeing the extent of my repertoire..."
Huojin then began a demonstration of power that left the crowd speechless. In a few minutes, he chained techniques.
< Arts: Eternal Ice Prison >
< Arts: Dragon Blaze >
< Arts: Wind Blade Storm >
The arena became a chaos of unleashed elements. Fire and ice clashed, creating blinding steam, while wind blades tore Guo Jian’s clothes. Huojin seemed to possess infinite knowledge, each art executed with perfect theoretical precision.
’Huojin possesses the memories of the previous Executors, that is undeniable,’ thought BaiShe. ’But your current body is only a twenty-year-old receptacle. Your meridians are too narrow, your foundation is too young to withstand the pressure of such divine techniques.’
On the field, the situation began to shift. Every time Huojin launched a high-level art, his body twitched. His muscles began to tear under the pressure of his own Qi.
Guo Jian, although covered in blood and burns, remained imperturbable. His experience as a seasoned fighter allowed him to analyze the flaws in Huojin’s transitions.
"You know a thousand techniques, Huojin, but you master none of them!" shouted Guo Jian while parrying an ice sword.
Guo Jian then used his ultimate technique. His golden Qi exploded, taking the form of a solar dragon surrounding his spear.
< Arts: Heavenly Solar Dragon Impact >
He charged through a rain of fire meteors summoned by Huojin. The latter tried to raise a shield. But a searing pain crossed his chest as his Dantian rejected the excess energy.
Guo Jian’s spear pierced Huojin’s defenses, stopping a few millimeters from his throat, while the shockwave sent the Executor to the ground. Huojin spat a mouthful of blood, his heterochromatic eyes widened in disbelief.
"The winner is Guo Jian!"
The arena exploded in cheers. Guo Jian’s father stood up, his eyes moist with pride. His son, at only twenty-five years old, had just defeated the absolute genius of the sect. Everyone in the audience was convinced that Jian would ask Young Master Xuan for the privilege of entering the Upper Realms or a divine-rank pill.
Guo Jian withdrew his spear and turned toward the honor platform. He ignored the congratulations of his peers and walked toward the platform where BaiShe looked down at him.
Jian bowed slightly, but his blue eyes fixed BaiShe’s with provocative intensity.
"Young Master Xuan. This humble disciple wishes neither treasures nor titles. Instead, I solicit your martial advice."
A murmur of shock ran through the assembly. BaiShe raised an eyebrow, his smile widening.
"And," continued Jian, ignoring the horrified looks of the Elders, "if possible, I would like you to restrict your power to the Nascent Soul level, so that it is a fair exchange."
"What!?" exclaimed the audience in unison.
The Elders stood up, outraged. "Guo Jian! How dare you disrespect a noble of the Immortal Xuan Family!?" cried one of them.
But BaiShe raised a hand, instantly imposing silence. He stood up slowly.
"You want to test me, Guo Jian? You want to see if this scholar deserves his reputation?" asked BaiShe in a melodious but icy voice.
"Your courage is foolish... but I appreciate the audacity. I accept your challenge."
BaiShe descended from the platform floating, his feet not touching the ground.
The silence that fell over the arena was so heavy that it seemed to stifle murmurs.
"Well, is it today or tomorrow? I am now at Nascent Soul."
Guo Jian did not wait a second longer. He roared, channeling all his Qi into his spear, creating a blinding golden aura.
< Arts: Solar Sword Lineage >
< Zenith Pierce >
He lunged like a meteor, but for BaiShe, this movement was of a pitiful slowness.
The Heavenly Demon used no art. He simply took a step to the side.
As Jian passed at his height, carried by his own momentum, BaiShe raised his right hand and, with insulting nonchalance, slapped him.
*CLAC!*
The sound of the impact echoed against the stone walls. Guo Jian was thrown to the ground, plowing the earth with his cheek. Before he could get up, BaiShe advanced, calmly placing his foot on the young man’s face, crushing it against the dirt.
"Is this the full strength of the genius of the Crimson Sect?" asked BaiShe, adjusting his monocle with one hand while maintaining the pressure of his boot.
"Your technique lacks foundation, and your mind is clouded by an arrogance you do not have the means to support."
In the honor stands, the Patriarch of the sect, Guo Jian’s father, stood up, his face pale with terror. He joined his hands in supplication.
"Young Master Xuan, I beg you! Have mercy on my son!" he cried, his voice trembling with anguish. "He was reckless, he disrespected your noble lineage, but do not break him completely!"
BaiShe turned his silver gaze toward the platform.
"Only the forgiveness of a fiancée can redeem a man’s fault," he declared coldly. "If Hue Qing asks me to spare him, I will lift my foot."
All eyes turned toward the Pearl of the Sect. Hue Qing stood upright, her long dark green hair floating in the wind. She looked at Guo Jian, the man she was supposed to marry, lying in the dust at another’s feet. Then, she fixed BaiShe, remembering the power and domination he had exerted over her the previous night.
"He deserves what is happening to him," Qing’er declared in a voice devoid of any emotion.
