The End of the Immortal Path-Chapter 48 - 47: I’m Going to Rise to the Cyan Clouds, Step by Step
Cheng Yu watched Fang Yong, feeling a slight sense of regret.
In her original plan, if Jiang Man were to encounter Fang Yong, their past grievances would have surely led to a major fight.
Besides, the gap in their strength wasn’t large.
If one of them got injured...
...and if Chang Qiweng could manage to take down another opponent...
...then she could have smoothly advanced and secured a spot for herself.
Unfortunately, while the fight between Jiang Man and Fang Yong had been a huge spectacle, neither had suffered any real injuries aside from some exhaustion.
’Still, this is fine,’ she thought.
Now, whether or not she could advance all came down to this match.
A victory here would guarantee her a spot.
Everyone could see that Luo Xuan was in no condition to continue.
So, if she won, she wouldn’t have to worry about being challenged by Luo Xuan.
Fang Yong stared coldly at Cheng Yu. "Are you threatening me?"
"Threatening is too strong a word. I’m just suggesting that if you don’t want the truth behind your ’Young Master Fang’ title to be exposed, perhaps you could try competing with Jiang Man for his spot." Cheng Yu paused for a moment of thought before continuing, "I heard that place is so poor it doesn’t even have the Spiritual Source to pave its roads. A real backwater. All the Spiritual Source was siphoned off by someone to play the part of a wealthy young master."
As she spoke, however, Cheng Yu popped one Elixir after another into her mouth, while Talismans began to shimmer and glow on her body.
"Think it over. I’m actually quite generous. I can guarantee you a respectable position in Luoyun City," Cheng Yu said, swallowing the last Elixir.
In that instant, her Qi and Blood began to seethe.
This was the Cheng Family’s Blood War Skill.
It could continuously stimulate the potential of one’s own flesh and blood.
Meanwhile, a layer of armor materialized over Fang Yong’s body—the Hundred Battles Skill.
His eyes narrowed, filled with a chilling light.
He then took a step forward, and the Golden Dragon emblem on him let out a low roar.
In the space of a breath, he was in front of Cheng Yu.
He threw a palm strike, a Golden Dragon lunging with it.
Hidden Force surged through Cheng Yu as she met his attack with the Six Harmonies Palm.
BANG!
The Golden Dragon disintegrated.
A Talisman then slapped onto the center of Fang Yong’s palm.
BANG!
The Talisman exploded.
Fang Yong coated his palm with Spiritual Qi, using the Six Harmonies Palm as a Defense.
He then dissolved into a wisp of cyan smoke, taking another step forward. His other hand shifted from a palm to a claw, striking straight for Cheng Yu’s throat.
Seeing this, Cheng Yu retreated on her toes. Her robes fluttered as she fell back several yards, and then she stomped her foot down. Bengliu Technique!
The ground erupted, sending earthen spikes shooting toward Fang Yong.
With another flash of cyan smoke, Fang Yong reappeared at Cheng Yu’s side.
However...
Cheng Yu’s Bengliu Technique, now empowered by the Blood War Skill, was already upon him.
It was the same Combat Skill Chang Qiweng had used.
BANG!
Even though Fang Yong raised his arm to block, the immense force sent his Qi and Blood into turmoil, and he nearly coughed up a mouthful.
At the same time, he had already integrated his Six Harmonies Palm.
He brought a palm down.
BANG!
Unable to dodge in time, Cheng Yu was struck squarely on the shoulder and sent stumbling backward.
But Fang Yong didn’t stop. He was in front of her again in an instant.
Dragon Suppression Skill.
BOOM!
Cheng Yu had no choice but to meet the blow head-on.
The two then became blurs of motion, disappearing and reappearing as they bombarded each other with a variety of Magic Skills.
Fang Yong had no intention of backing away; he relentlessly pressed closer.
He was trading blow for blow.
Determined to crush her.
"Don’t you care about your reputation being ruined? Do you really not believe there will be consequences?" Cheng Yu’s voice was low and strained.
But Fang Yong’s eyes only grew colder.
"You don’t get it. You have no idea what I’ve been through to get here. That’s why you can’t understand why your threats mean nothing to me."
No one knew his family’s situation better than he did. His parents were poor, his village struggled to find enough food to eat, and he had younger siblings at home.
When he left, he had taken the entire village’s savings from the past ten years with him.
Everyone had pinned their hopes on him.
However...
In Luoyun City, ten years of his village’s savings amounted to less than two months of a wealthy disciple’s allowance.
No one knew what he had to face.
No one understood how hard he had to struggle just to keep up with them.
At first, all he could do was sweep an old courtyard. Fortunately, he discovered a Cultivation Field there.
From then on, he practiced his Cultivation day and night, constantly pushing himself to improve.
The more he thought of this, the more ferocious his attacks became.
He had worked so hard for so many years. The qualification was right in front of him. How could he possibly be swayed by a threat?
If he gave in to a threat, what would become of his village’s decade of savings? What would all his years of toil, from dawn till dusk, have been for?
’Only failure can be threatened. Success is the blade that shatters all threats.’
At that moment, Fang Yong’s conviction reached its zenith. An invisible flame seemed to ignite around him.
Talismans flared across Cheng Yu’s body, working in concert with her Blood War Skill as if to shatter everything. "If you keep this up, we’ll both be grievously injured, even if you win."
"And in the end, you’ll just lose to Luo Xuan. You’ll gain nothing!"
"Is that so?" Fang Yong’s voice was deep and resonant. "You think I can’t win what I’m fighting desperately for, so I should rely on your charity instead?"
"You don’t even have the guts to take a Blood Demon Pill. You don’t even dare to put your life on the line. What makes you think you can compete with me?"
With that, Fang Yong charged toward Cheng Yu.
Her Talisman Attack had already taken shape, flying at Fang Yong like a storm of countless blades.
BOOM!
BOOM!
The Talismans struck relentlessly, but Fang Yong shattered them with punch after punch.
Still, some of the Talismans grazed his arms, cheek, and shoulders.
He paid them no mind.
He just pressed forward at the fastest speed he could manage.
But Cheng Yu unleashed a barrage of various Magic Skills,
Trying to stop Fang Yong from getting close.
But midway, Fang Yong’s footwork suddenly changed.
He took one step, shattering an attack. He took another, crushing a Palm Skill aimed at him.
Each step was heavier than the last, each one more stable.
It was as if he were ascending, step by step, to a higher plane.
"It’s useless. Give up. You can’t go any further," Cheng Yu said in a low voice.
But Fang Yong’s steps only grew more resolute, his eyes burning with the conviction to press ever forward.
"I will go further. I will advance, one step at a time. I will ascend, step by step, straight to the Cyan Cloud."
Fang Yong barrelled through Cheng Yu’s numerous attacks with his own body.
In a flash, he was before her.
Before Cheng Yu could even react, he threw a punch.
BANG!
His fist connected solidly with Cheng Yu’s face.
CRACK.
Cheng Yu went flying.
She landed hard outside the Array, rolling several times before coming to a stop.
Fang Yong watched her fall, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
The burst of power had left him weak, and his vision swam.
He felt like he could pass out at any moment, but he didn’t dare let himself.
The pain from his injuries was becoming unbearable. In a daze, he heard the announcement of his advancement.
Yet he still didn’t dare to let his guard down for even a second.
He knew better than anyone just how arduous his journey had been.
’No one has ever understood me. Perhaps if they knew the man I was before, they could understand the man I am now.’
At this point, Fang Yong popped an Elixir into his mouth and returned to his spot to await Luo Xuan’s challenge.
Zhao Leming looked somewhat surprised. "Fang Yong is stronger than I expected."
Fu Yidan nodded as well. "Indeed. He has mastered and integrated a wide range of Magic Skills. Moreover, that final Magic Skill of his was extraordinary. It seems he truly possesses some kind of legacy."
"Between him and Luo Xuan, who’s more heavily injured?" Zhao Leming asked.
"It’s hard to say. Their injuries are probably comparable, but Luo Xuan’s chances of winning are slim," Fu Yidan said after a moment of consideration. "Fang Yong is fighting for his life. That’s what makes people from poor backgrounds so difficult to deal with—they’re truly willing to risk it all."
"These days, you’d be hard-pressed to find a wealthy disciple willing to do the same."
Zhao Leming nodded in agreement.
He then signaled for the next match to begin. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Jiang Man was also astonished by Fang Yong’s performance.
Especially that last Magic Skill, the one that seemed to ascend straight to the Cyan Cloud.
’So he was the one who obtained the Cyan Cloud Technique?’
The fight should have been between equals, yet his opponent had fought with the aura of a heaven-sent prodigy.
In the arena, Jiang Man looked at the pale-faced Luo Xuan and asked, "Miss Luo, do you wish to fight me?"
