The Eternal Heart - Chapter 44

Chapter 44: The Emergence of The Dark Horse
Cloud Sky Summit.

The significant chaos offstage alarmed everyone present.

The dainty young lady, Jiang Yun’er, who fell from the sky, gave rise to the insane scramble amongst a group of male disciples.

These people wanted to be the hero saving a beauty. Even if they couldn’t carry a beauty in their arms, they had to take some advantage of her as well.

There were about 10 to 20 people participating in this whereas about ten people faced a disaster from this.

“Ah! I arrived first!”

“Get lost… the beauty is mine!”

A few disciples collided with one another in the crowd and were badly bruised.

There were at least five or six people who faced the disaster of being trampled on as they wailed mournfully.

Long-armed Fist!

Thirteen Willow Leaves Blade!

Under the hubbub, there was no lack of people attacking one another. The sounds of fighting lingered on.

The final outcome.

As they collided and pinned down one another, no one managed to carry the beauty.

“Ah!”

Jiang Yun’er shrieked while her face turned red in a flash as her tender body collided with the crowd of people.

A few male disciples, who got hit, scrambled to hug and haul the young lady away.

“Get lost!”

Jiang Yun’er flipped out. One of her legs flew up as she kicked a few male disciples, who took the opportunity to take advantage of her, and sent them flying.

Bathump!

Dust flew between the crowd of people as she struck a few people down again.

“Silence!”

An imposing voice with powerful mental might and pressure descended from the sky.

In a split second, it was as though all of the disciples offstage suffered the attack of a heavy hammer as their breathing, qi, and blood froze.

Everyone went silent. That voice that contained pressuring might came from the pavilion in the middle.

The Sect Master of Yunyue Sect swept an apathetic glance over the disciples offstage and kept the situation under control.

The only problem was, the higher-ups in the sect, who were present, looked at each other when they saw the scene just now with strange expressions on their faces.

In the middle pavilion.

“This is the barbaric boy whose affections are entangled with Younger Martial Sister Xia’s female disciple?”

The old man with the white beard sized Chen Yu up.

He suddenly realized that this young man seemed just a little bit familiar.

Oh…He suddenly recalled who he was. This boy had obtained the [Bronze Statue Technique] from the old geezer when he was at the Heavenly Martial Pavilion. He wondered what Chen Yu’s progress was like.

The old man with the white beard was also Nangong Li’s grandfather. A proficient gleam flashed across his eyes.

“Humph! This boy is so crude and barbaric. He is disturbing the order of the Great Tournament. Martial Brother Sect Master, what do you say? Should we cancel his qualifications to compete?”

Martial Aunt Xia’s high eyebrows were slightly knitted as there was a hint of displeasure on her dignified and charming jade complexion.

Evidently, this Martial Aunt Xiao, who was famed for being Fairy Xia Yu, felt dissatisfied with Chen Yu’s behavior.

Chen Yu’s ungentlemanly conduct of not taking pity on a woman was enough to make many women loathe him.

What’s more, there were some entanglements in feelings between Chen Yu and Mu Xueqing, Martial Aunt Xia’s female disciple.

“Cancel his competing qualifications?”

The Sect Master of Yunyue Sect shook his head and said, “I’m afraid this is making a big fuss over a minor issue. This boy didn’t violate the rules of the Great Tournament. As long as he made his opponent leave the tournament stage, it is certainly considered to be his victory and there’s nothing we can be picky about that. Moreover, he didn’t seriously injure any disciple out of malicious intent.”

He was secretly muttering in his heart. That boy doesn’t understand how to have tender, protective feelings for the fairer sex, does he? He just threw a delicately pretty young lady off the stage just like that.

Martial Aunt Xia stalled in speaking. She really couldn’t nitpick Chen Yu in the errors of his principles.

“Chen Yu! I, Jiang Yun’er, won’t be leaving today’s humiliation as it is! Just wait and see—”

Jiang Yun’er was embarrassed and angry as she stared at Chen Yu hatefully.

Chen Yu touched his nose and forcibly sniffed his hand. A faint trace of fragrance remained on that hand that grabbed the young lady’s delicate leg.

He would pinch her more himself if he knew earlier on that she would seek revenge.

Sigh.

Chen Yu shook his head and seemed rather remorseful. His expression and movements angered Jiang Yun’er to the point that her face was as red as blood. She almost blew her top on the spot.

After this battle, Chen Yu won four matches in a row!

Whoosh!

Chen Yu’s name rose to first place in a short while on the Array Board.

Number 99, Chen Yu, 4 points.

That was because he was the first to take the stage in the fourth round of the random battles. Hence, he temporarily occupied the top place on the board.

“Fuck me! This is against the natural order of things.”

“This fellow can also rank first simply by throwing people around!”

A group of disciples offstage was very speechless, especially those disciples who had been thrown and smashed.

On the other end, in the Circle of Villans, Hu Yiba, Huang Yuan, Wang Lingyun, and the others wore extremely gloomy expressions.

“Winning four matches in a row and temporarily occupying first place! This boy can’t be the dark horse of this year’s Great Tournament, right?” Yang Fan muttered in a low voice.

If it were him and had pretty good luck, he might be able to win four matches in a row, but he might not be able to do it in the way Chen Yu did to the degree of winning through throwing people as he pleased.

“Relax. This boy only has great strength,” Wang Lingyun said in a low voice.

His heart sank when he heard the two words, “Dark Horse”.

This was what he was most worried about, yet it was precisely what was about to happen.

“Great strength?”

Huang Yuan and Hu Yiba grinned when they heard this.

To say that he had great strength, there were a few extremely tyrannical people in the outer sect’s top 10.

At present, Huang Yuan cultivated the restrictive external technique passed down in his clan since he was a child. He could easily beat common martial artists at the Connective Meridian stage to the ground and suppress those at the same rank with his strength.

Hu Yiba cultivated the [Overlord Halberd Technique] passed down in his clan. One could imagine what his strength was like just by hearing the word “Overlord”.

The duo just didn’t know that Wang Lingyun held reservations in his evaluation toward Chen Yu. Chen Yu’s [Bronze Statue Technique] was his greatest trait, not how great his strength was.

Time passed.

The fourth round of the random battles was about to be over very soon.

A few disciples, who weren’t considered to be strong, were eliminated in this round again.

Naturally, there wasn’t a lack of disciples who possessed satisfactory strength but had extremely bad luck. For example, encountering disciples who were in the top 10 and 20 in a row.

On the Array Board at this moment, there weren’t many people who could maintain the record of consecutive victories. There were only 20 to 30 people who could do so.

Even the top 10 disciples from the previous tournament couldn’t maintain a record of continuous victory.

For example, Yang Fan encountered Nangong Li in the first round and lost one match. He won three matches and lost one match.

The fifth round of the knockout competition began.

Soon after, Chen Yu took the stage again. A wave of hushing ran through the disciples offstage again as they took precautions.

“Chen Yu, it’s best if you don’t throw people anymore. There’s a respectable figure up there harboring suspicions that you’re disturbing the order of the tournament.”

A voice rang beside Chen Yu’s ear.

Chen Yu glanced out of the corner of his eyes. The Law Enforcer referee to the side was transmitting his voice at him.

Only those at the Visceral Tempering stage at least could transmit their voices in secret.

I can’t throw people anymore?

Chen Yu muttered in his heart. Which important figure had he offended exactly?

“Sure! I can’t throw means I can’t throw.”

Chen Yu was indifferent about it as he looked at a young man across from him.

“Don’t throw me…. I concede!”

The young man directly in front of him was only at the middle Connective Meridian stage. He knew he was no match for Chen Yu so he conceded in a hurry.

Suffering a defeat was a small matter, but being thrown off the stage just like that was too embarrassing.

He conceded immediately!

This was the first situation Chen Yu encountered since he started competing.

It seemed like his fighting prowess was gradually being established in the eyes of numerous disciples.

Five consecutive wins!

Chen Yu grinned and walked off the tournament stage.

The fifth round in the competition ended even faster.

On the one hand, a few participants had been eliminated, so the number of people had decreased.

On the other hand, the opponents of a few powerful individuals like Duan Xiaolong, Hu Yiba, Nangong Li, and the others would decisively concede.

The fifth round came to an end.

Looking at the ranking on the Array Board again.

“There are only 23 people left who won five rounds in a row…”

The ranking on the Array Board attracted numerous gazes.

Naturally, there were a few names that went dull as a few disciples were eliminated again.

The sixth round soon began!

In the following matches, powerful disciples confronted one another repeatedly as they fought like wildfire.

Amongst them, one match attracted a startling silence.

“Metal Sand Palm!”

A surge of blazing Inner Breath soared from the center of the palm belonging to the young man with a slightly dark face. It resembled a pellet at high temperature and possessed astonishing power.

His opponent was a square-faced man.

Peng, bang!

The young man’s palm that resembled a hot luminous metal stone struck the square-faced man to the point where the latter repeatedly retreated.

“How can this be?! Who is that young man? He can actually fight Zheng Dong, who ranked 11th in the last tournament, to the point where he can’t even hold his own!”

“[Metal Sand Palm]? Isn’t this a low ranked martial arts skill?”

A group of disciples offstage couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

A low ranked boxing technique could actually suppress Zheng Dong, who ranked 11th.

“Peak boxing technique!”

Chen Yu saw through the oddity.

A few mid to higher-ups in the sect off the stage evidently found it rather unexpected.

It wasn’t easy cultivating a martial arts skill to reach great heights and comprehend its true meaning either.

Even a low ranked martial arts skill possessed astonishing might when it was cultivated to its excellent, peak, and perfect state.

Moreover, that young man was at the late Connective Meridian stage.

After a few rounds.

Bang!

The squared-faced man, Zheng Dong, was struck out of the tournament stage.

“You let me, Cao Lei, win.”

The young man’s voice was steady. He was neither arrogant nor hot-tempered.

Whoosh!

The young Cao Lei’s name scuttled to the very front of the Array Board in an instant.

When one stared at the board to take a look.

The young Cao Lei actually won six matches consecutively!

“Dark horse! He’s another dark horse!”

“I’ve seen this boy before. He always immersed himself in diligent practice. I never thought that he would amaze the world with a single brilliant feat today.”

A few disciples discussed in private.

Based on the performance of Cao Lei’s combat strength, entering the top ten wasn’t a huge problem.

“Number 99 vs. Number 33.”

The referee’s voice rang out. It was Chen Yu’s turn to take the stage again.

On the tournament stage.

“Wang Lingyun!”

Chen Yu couldn’t help but pause for a moment when he looked at the familiar young man in green clothes standing across from him.

Number 33 was Wang Lingyun.

A hint of amusement hung on the corner of Chen Yu’s lips.

The competition had lasted until the sixth round before he finally encountered Wang Lingyun.

“What terrible luck!”

Wang Lingyun knew that the situation was anything but reassuring. But of course, immediately conceding before Chen Yu was something he couldn’t do.

Even if he lost, he had to lose in a manner a little appropriate with his face.

Wang Lingyun already had a plan in mind and had a precautionary look on his face. He couldn’t let himself be thrown off the stage.

Metal Cloud Claw!

Wang Lingyun advanced at a steady pace. A single claw streaked across the sky with swift and fierce Inner Breath. The powerful sound was intense and ear-piercing which made one feel a nip in the air.

Compared to last time, there was a clear improvement in the maturity of Wang Lingyun’s martial arts.

“Open!”

Chen Yu smashed over with his fist. Immense strength and overbearing Inner Breath struck Wang Lingyun immediately, causing him to stagger.

Pfft!

A wisp of blood seeped out of the corner of Wang Lingyun’s mouth as he looked aghast. He didn’t expect that he couldn’t even take on a single punch from the other party.

Soon after, the young man’s figure across from him turned fuzzy.

Hu, whoosh!

Strong wind assaulted Wang Lingyun in the face as he secretly cried out that things weren’t good. He was afraid that Chen Yu was going to throw him out.

However, the feeling that came next wasn’t one where someone was grabbing ahold of him.

Bang!

A heavy leg kicked Wang Lingyun’s butthole right in the center from behind.

“Ah, sssss—”

Wang Lingyun felt a piercing pain where his butthole was and let out a mournful shout.

Bang, whoosh!

In the next instant, a forceful leg kicked him off the tournament stage.

Bathump!

A few disciples offstage already took precautions early on and dodged. They let Wang Lingyun fall flat on his face immediately.

The only thing that made everyone speechless was that…

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“Ah! My butt…”

Wang Lingyun crawled up with much difficulty while his forehead was dripping wet with cold sweat. His hand was on his butt like a crippled old man as he limped while he walked.

The referee was dumbfounded as he glanced at Chen Yu.

“I didn’t throw someone this time. Don’t tell me that I can’t even kick them?” Chen Yu lowered his voice.

The referee’s face twitched for a moment before he waved the flag and announced Chen Yu’s sixth consecutive victory!