YM778.TV Chapter 287 - Number Plate
Chapter 287 - Number Plate
“Feng Ye, that’s impossible! It has only been a day since he obtained the dragon bone!” The youth beside him frowned. When they had fought for the dragon bone, Feng Ye wasn’t around. If he were around, Liu Wuxie wouldn’t have succeeded.
Feng Ye was the strongest genius in their Black Chu Empire, reaching the fourth level of the True Core Realm at a young age.
“There are many things in the world that we don’t understand, and it’s not impossible for him to refine the dragon bone in one day.” Feng Ye\'s words were not just a statement but a humble acknowledgment. He wasn’t arrogant, and he knew there were all sorts of wonders in the world, including those they couldn’t comprehend.
The Black Chu Empire’s party fell silent. Liu Wuxie\'s ability to refine the dragon bone in one day proved that he was a formidable enemy.
“Senior Brother Ye, why don’t we take this opportunity to kill him?” A youth suggested.
“It won’t be difficult for him to enter the cultivation world with his strength. If he has proven that our Black Chu Empire can’t use him, then kill him.” Ye Feng had become the spokesperson for the Black Chu Empire, and many students respected him more than their headmaster.
The other empires shared thoughts similar to those of the Black Chu Empire. Since the dragon bone had been refined, it wouldn’t serve much purpose even if they killed Liu Wuxie now. Thus, the only option was to recruit him to join them.
After entering the cultivation world, they naturally needed people to serve them, and Liu Wuxie was an excellent choice.
“Liu Wuxie, you don’t have a good ending!” Wang Sichen roared.
Only two cultivators were left in the second level of the True Core Realm for the Sky Mansion Dynasty and one for the Heavenly Fragrance Dynasty.
“Liu Wuxie, I’ll kill you no matter what! Even if I have to risk my life!” As the Heavenly Fragrance Dynasty’s only remaining student, Li Jiahao was overwhelmed with sorrow.
“Those who want to kill should be prepared to be killed. You’re saying that you all are allowed to kill me, and I’m not allowed to do the same? What a childish thought!” Liu Wuxie sneered.
The Heretic Blade was dyed red, and blood dripped down it, forming a puddle beside Liu Wuxie’s feet.
“Big Brother, kill him and avenge the dead!” The two remaining cultivators from the Sky Mansion Dynasty were twin brothers. The eldest brother was called Wang Sichen, and the younger was called Wang Sishuo.
As the three exchanged a glance with Li Jiahao, they looked determined. After all, they wouldn’t be able to face the dead if they couldn’t kill Liu Wuxie that day.
The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became increasingly oppressed. Qin Lei and others were concerned because these three were in the second level of the True Core Realm.
“Wuxie, be careful!” Fan Zhen reminded, urging Liu Wuxie to be cautious.
After half a year of interaction with Liu Wuxie, he knew that Liu Wuxie was practically invincible at the same cultivation level, so he wasn’t too worried.
“Let’s go!” Wang Sichen ordered, and the three pounced at Liu Wuxie. The three formed a simple formation, allowing them to attack and defend easily.
They employed their strongest martial technique right from the start. The Wang brothers performed a union sword technique, showing excellent coordination.
Their swordsmanship was continuous and highly profound, which was expected of the top geniuses of their respective dynasties.
Li Jiahao wielded a three-foot-long blade, and each strike produced a lightning rumble that caused space to tremble.
Facing the three-pronged attack, Liu Wuxie performed a mysterious movement technique and easily dodged the incoming attacks.
When their attacks landed on the ground, they left behind deep ravines.
Liu Wuxie was like a butterfly, weaving through the three and dodging their attacks effortlessly.
“What profound movement technique!” The representatives from the Northern Rise Empire imagined themselves facing Liu Wuxie and wondered if they could kill the latter. This was a question no one dared to answer.
“It doesn’t matter how profound his movement technique is because it’s a dead-end in the face of absolute strength!” The other intermediate-grade nation’s geniuses sneered, thinking that Liu Wuxie only managed to hold his ground by relying on his movement technique.
They were confident they would kill Liu Wuxie if they fought for real.
“Liu Wuxie, I want you dead!” Wang Sichen roared, and his sword took an unexpected trajectory. His younger brother also cooperated well and merged their attacks.
This was the first time Liu Wuxie encountered such a movement technique, not to mention Li Jiahao launched a sneak attack from the side, aiming his blade at Liu Wuxie’s legs. The coordination of the three was seamless.
“Hmph, you want to kill me with these pitiful tricks?” After dozens of exchanges, Liu Wuxie had a rough gauge of their attacks, and his blade suddenly changed direction into a descending moon.
When the Heretic Blade swung down, the world suddenly became dark, as though plunged into chaos. This was Liu Wuxie’s strongest attack.
Wang Sichen felt his body being torn apart, and his sword was on the verge of flying out of his hand. This was because he couldn’t withstand the aura released by Liu Wuxie, which felt like knives slicing through his body.
Li Jiahao suddenly jumped out of the battle and fled without any hesitation, leaving the Wang brothers to fend for themselves.
“You want to run? Did you receive my permission?” Liu Wuxie wore a cruel smile and threw a dagger at him. Being equipped with divine power, the dagger could change direction at his will, streaking across the sky like a meteorite.
The dagger plunged into Li Jiahao’s back, causing blood to gush out, and his body froze in place.
“How could this be?” Li Jiahao smiled bitterly and chuckled before he collapsed on the ground and took his last breath.
Everyone in the surroundings took a deep breath, horror etched on their faces. Liu Wuxie’s method of killing was too horrifying.
With the loss of Li Jiahao, the Wang brothers\' faces changed. They exchanged a look and then intensified their attacks.
“Your turn!” Liu Wuxie swung the Heretic Blade, performing the Fatality Blade Art’s Second Fatality Form. When it was unleashed completely, the attack was like a storm raining down on the Wang brothers. This made the Wang brothers lose their sense of direction as if they were lost in the sea.
Shortly after, the blade ray tore apart their necks with blood spraying out. Until their deaths, they couldn’t comprehend how they were weaker than someone in the first level of the True Core Realm.
“I can’t accept this loss!” Wang Sichen roared with tears rolling down his cheeks. His eyes were filled with deep regret.
“Big Brother, I don’t want to die yet!” Wang Sishuo cried. He was in the second level of the True Core Realm, but he lost the chance to enter the cultivation world. He regretted the decision to act against Liu Wuxie.
The reality was cruel, and the outcome was already determined when they chose to take the step.
With that, everyone from the Sky Mansion Dynasty and Heavenly Fragrance Dynasty died.
“Is this real?” Qin Lei rubbed her eyes, unable to believe what she was seeing. She had just witnessed the death of so many True Core Realm cultivators.
The surroundings fell into a deathly silence. Even the empire’s prodigies couldn’t keep their composure because Liu Wuxie was too ruthless. Every strike was fatal, leaving no chance for a counterattack.
None of the ten envoys said a word and merely watched from the beginning to the end.
“Brother Yu, aren’t we going to start the final ranking?” Fan Lin asked, throwing the chicken bone away. He had eaten ten drumsticks over the past seven days.
The other eight envoys turned to look at Yu Tianyi, waiting for his reply.
“The Dugu Clan will take him. No one is allowed to compete with us!” Dugu Yang grinned, indicating his optimism about Liu Wuxie.
“Bullshit. Your Dugu Clan is only ranked ninth. What qualification do you have to pick first? This brat has good talent and should join our Indigo Cloud Gate.”
Everyone began to fight over Liu Wuxie. The cultivation realm couldn’t represent everything, and they valued Liu Wuxie’s future potential more.
The ten envoys represented a force to recruit fresh blood into their forces, and they would be rewarded handsomely if they did a good job.
“Let’s start the final ranking!” Yu Tianyi said, interrupting the fight.
Everyone restrained their expressions because the upcoming battle would be intense. There were only a hundred spots, and more than a thousand people had obtained two strands of dragon auras.
On average, one out of ten people could make it into the top hundred.
Many people would give up and return to the mundane world to enjoy fame and riches.
“Everyone, calm down. Those willing to participate in the final ranking move to the right, and those who wish to give up move to the left.” The Transcendent Plume Gate’s Xi Jian announced.
The final ranking was about to start, and everyone forgot about what had happened earlier.
Over a thousand people stood on the right, while the remaining two thousand stood on the left.
“Wuxie, have you made up your mind?” Fan Zhen looked at Liu Wuxie with a fiery gaze. After that day, they might belong to two different worlds.
“Thank you for nurturing me for the past six months!” Liu Wuxie bowed and determinedly headed to the right.
Everyone else from the Great Yan Dynasty looked at Liu Wuxie’s back with envy and hope in their eyes.
“Let’s hope that he can go as far as he can. The outside world is more suitable for him.” Fan Zhen’s eyes became watery, and no one felt good about Liu Wuxie’s departure.
Liu Wuxie didn’t walk into the crowd but stood in a corner.
After the division, Jiang Kaicheng jumped from the monument and stood before everyone.
“1,200 people, six hundred pairs. Your opponent will be the person who draws the corresponding number. Those who drew number one would fight each other, and so on.” Jiang Kaicheng briefly explained the rules. The final ranking was random, and no one knew who they would face.
Everyone was eager and cracked their knuckles.
“These are the number plates. Come forward to take one each!” Jiang Kaicheng took out a box, and only one arm could be inserted. No one could see the number on each plate and rely only on their luck.
Everyone came forward to draw a number from the box one by one.
“What number did you draw?” Those who drew asked their companions.
“I got number thirty!” Everyone whispered to each other and searched for their opponent.
As the number plates dwindled in the box, more than half of the people had obtained their numbers.
“I’m number one! Who’s my opponent?” The prodigy who drew number one yelled. He should be the first to fight. The winner would advance to the next round while the loser would leave.