High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 351 - 291: Elemental Talent, Frost Domain, Earth Dragon Flipping Over!
"The first match, Celestial Pride Gu Chen versus Ye Family’s Ye Qingyu."
The long saber and the ancient sword clashed fiercely.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sparks flew everywhere.
Wind Breathing countered Water Breathing.
The roaring wind transformed into a menacing azure dragon, while the surging waves became a whale, vast and boundless.
Their power was evenly matched, leaving no room for one to dominate the other, making this battle quite exciting—at least in the eyes of the laymen, it was very thrilling.
In front of the screens, many people from Huaxia watching the live broadcast exclaimed about the excitement, and a flurry of comments flooded the real-time interaction.
Bai Ji handed the microphone to the elder grandmaster of the Martial Arts Association, who cooperated well, providing timely and brilliant commentary and analysis at every key exchange between the two.
The photographers on the scene maneuvered skillfully with their cameras, capturing the exchanges between the two, drenched in sweat yet full of fervor.
Because through their earpieces, news came from backstage: since the exchange between the two, the viewership of the South China Martial Arts Exchange Conference had been steadily rising. Viewership was directly related to their income and bonuses!
Su Mu directly ignored the murderous glare thrown at him by Sima Lin of the Overlord Blade Saint Martial Hall, his eyes gleaming as he watched the battle on the stage.
Gu Chen’s saber seemed to slow down tenfold, or dozens of times, in his eyes.
In Su Mu’s sea of consciousness, the crystal human form opened its eyes and etched down Gu Chen’s saber along with part of the Wind Breathing, as several newly imprinted Martial Arts Fragments grew brighter and radiated a verdant hue.
After a fierce battle lasting over ten minutes, the arena resounded with a mournful cry of an azure dragon, shattered by the giant whale.
"In this match, the victor is Ye Family’s Ye Qingyu!"
On the stage, Gu Chen’s eyes showed a trace of reluctance, but after taking a deep breath, he shook his head, acknowledging that his strength could only take him this far.
As he left the arena, he paused when passing by Su Mu, a look of confusion on his face.
Just moments ago, he had vaguely sensed the flow of the Wind Rule on Su Mu, a familiar aura akin to the Wind Breathing he had mastered.
Yet it vanished in an instant.
"It must be a misconception because I just lost..."
"According to the data, Su Mu hasn’t mastered the Wind Rule; he has only two Grandmaster Secret Techniques of water and fire attributes, and whether he has mastered the Rule Breathing Technique remains uncertain."
Gu Chen’s mind raced as he left the Martial Arts Arena.
In truth, Gu Chen hadn’t perceived incorrectly, for a gentle breeze was indeed swirling within Su Mu’s body at that moment.
"Wind Breathing can make the body more agile."
Su Mu’s eyes shone slightly; it was merely the digestion of the imprinted Martial Arts Fragments in his sea of consciousness that triggered this phenomenon, not true mastery of Wind Breathing.
"Second match, Southern War Zone’s Su Mu versus Saint Martial Grand Sima Ji."
Su Mu walked onto the Martial Arts Arena with calm and unhurried steps. With each step, the sleeping Qi Blood Flood Dragon within him trembled slightly, the serene pale golden sea of blood underneath churning with turbulent undercurrents, ready to erupt at any moment.
"Just two more battles..."
"Let it end quickly."
Su Mu mused inwardly, barely able to contain his excitement; his heart beneath his chest began to beat faster.
Thump... thump... thump.
As if hearing Su Mu’s thoughts or sensing the imminent awakening of a distant supreme demon king, Sima Ji’s eyelids twitched wildly with a strong premonition of impending calamity.
And at this moment...
The disaster Sima Ji could foresee was facing off against Su Mu.
Thus, without hesitation, he tremblingly interrupted before the referee could announce the start, "For this match, I forfeit, I forfeit!"
Huh?
The word ’forfeit’ left everyone stunned , not just the referee on stage but also the audience below, the cameramen holding their equipment, all stood frozen.
The audience watching the livestream outside the screen were also dumbfounded, "What’s this guy playing at?"
"No way, can someone just forfeit directly?"
"Such a cowardly person is the Celestial Pride of Saint Martial University, and even the chief?"
On the stage, the female grandmaster of the Martial Arts Association regained her composure and hesitantly asked, "Are you sure?"
"I’m very sure."
"I concede, I forfeit."
Finishing his words, Sima Ji cupped his hands towards Su Mu and then walked off the Martial Arts Arena with large strides.
Bai Ji was among the first to regain her senses, nodding with an understanding of Sima Ji’s active surrender; just now, she noticed that the terrifying black dragon lurking in the sky had suddenly become more solid.
If the two were to fight, there was a chance Sima Ji might be killed on the spot.
Swiftly, Bai Ji instructed the photographers to give a close-up of both individuals, capturing Sima Ji’s flushed face but internally he felt very relieved, not regretting his decision at all.
What a joke.
Gu Xing was right before his eyes, nearly killed by Su Mu twice; the second time was even in the Demon Giant Transformation state. If Su Mu hadn’t held back, no one would doubt that Gu Xing would’ve been sent to the afterlife on the spot.
To fight such a monster.
It’s like an old man eating arsenic.
Sima Ji wanted to live a few more years, satisfied with reaching this point.
The female referee from the Martial Arts Association watched Sima Ji walk off the stage without looking back, helplessly glancing at the three main referees on the stage, and upon receiving their nods, she promptly announced.
"For this match, Sima Ji forfeits, Su Mu wins!"
As her words fell, the audience on the scene did not boo because the much-anticipated match was about to begin.
"Next, will be the final battle of this round."
In an instant, all the audience on-site and the crowd outside the screens of Huaxia focused their gaze upon the two figures, cameras zooming in from afar.
"Ye Family’s Ye Wanqing, Overlord Blade Saint Martial Hall’s Dao Jiu, both parties please take your positions!"
