Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

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Professionals without a "name" indeed tend to be at a disadvantage in battle.

Shen Ye turned to look at Nangong Sirui.

He saw Nangong Sirui also seemed to have thought of the issue of "name," a trace of irritability showing on his face.

As the successor of the Nangong Family, yet he had not earned a "name" recognized by the Dharma Realm.

This won't do!

On the stage, the fight had already begun.

The male student drew out a heavy two-handed sword, lifted it high, and chopped towards Xiao Mengyu.

"Experience the Sword of Strength!"

He roared excitedly.

Xiao Mengyu drew out the Remnant Snow Sword, did not change her move, stepped forward, and blocked the heavy sword.

The clash of the swords was silent.

"Good," Nangong Sirui praised.

"What's good about it?" Guo Yunye was puzzled.

"She used 'clever strength.'" Shen Ye explained.

"Chocolate?" Guo Yunye's eyes lit up.

"Clever—Strength—By using one hand to hold the sword and block, she not only diverted the force of the opponent's two-handed chop but also withstood his sword. Now he doesn't dare to move," Nangong Sirui elucidated.

On the stage.

Xiao Mengyu held the sword in one hand, expressionless.

The slender Remnant Snow Sword, like a woman's arm, held the heavy sword without budging.

No matter how the opponent roared in anger, regardless of how much force he applied with both hands—

The two swords remained motionless.

Sweat beads formed on the male student's forehead.

He had claimed that their strength was nearly equal, but now, in this test of power, his entire body's strength surged forth, and yet it still fell short of her one-handed sword-lifting.

The male student gritted his teeth and snorted:

"It's surprising you have some strength for someone so delicate, but in terms of sword skill, you—"

With one hand holding the Remnant Snow Sword, Xiao Mengyu slapped her waist with the other hand.

Clang!

Her Luoshui Divine Sword flew out of its sheath, dazzling as it struck a move in midair, then flew back and inserted itself into the scabbard.

—Sword Control Technique!

The crowd turned their gaze to the male student, only to see a fine line of blood appear on his neck.

If it had been a fight to the death—

His head would have been severed by Xiao Mengyu.

Only then did Xiao Mengyu gently shake the Remnant Snow Sword in her hand, disengaging the heavy sword, and said indifferently:

"Our understanding of swordsmanship is completely different. Since our paths do not align, we have no common ground for planning. Do not seek me out in the future."

The male student froze for a moment, then suddenly bellowed: "You think my swordsmanship is only this much? No, give me time, Little Fish, I will definitely catch up to you!"

Xiao Mengyu's eyelid twitched.

She despised these utterly unreasonable types the most.

So annoying.

She sheathed her Remnant Snow Sword, her gaze fell on the male student's neck, then retracted, her voice becoming even colder:

"Next time, let's have a fight to the death."

"You and I will bet our lives to see whose will is more suited to the combat path of swordsmanship."

"—I will not hold back."

All around it went quiet.

The classmates turned their eyes to the male student.

So, you want to chase after her, huh?

—Are you ready to die for it?

The male student also unconsciously shrank his neck.

The world is so beautiful, why should I doggedly pursue a bloodthirsty female swordsman?

Time to go, time to go!

He picked up the sword from the ground, jumped off the platform, and ran off in a hurry.

"Shen Ye."

Xiao Mengyu crooked her finger at Shen Ye.

"How about coming up for a sparring match, just for fun?"

She said it half in provocation, half in jest.

"No thanks, I practiced too hard yesterday and my whole body is still aching," Shen Ye said with a shrug.

Today was not the day "to push too hard."

He'd definitely made a note of that.

If I wanted to spar, wouldn't I look for Zhang Xiaoyi or Guo Yunye? I could even go to Nangong Sirui.

—What's the benefit of fighting Xiao Mengyu?

If you win, she gets mad; if you lose, you're the one embarrassed. It'd be awkward either way, and who knows how long it would take to make things right again.

No benefits!

Firmly not fighting!

Xiao Mengyu gave him a detailed look and saw he was indeed showing signs of fatigue, his steps unsteady.

It seemed the kid really was tired...

"Are you still taking the blue pills I gave you?" she asked with concern, her eagerness for battle evaporating.

"Yes, I am. Luckily I took those pills, or I couldn't have made it till now. I really appreciate it and will take you out for a meal some other day," Shen Ye said sincerely.

"Hmm, don't overtrain yourself, moderation is key—well, I'm going back to wash my hair, see you," she said.

Seeing how honest Shen Ye was being, Xiao Mengyu didn't feel it was right to press further, waved at him, hopped off the arena, and headed towards the girls' dorm.

"She's so incredible, I wonder when I'll be able to be like her," Guo Yunye said with a sigh.

"Keep at it, we'll definitely make it," Zhang Xiaoyi added, turning his head to seek affirmation from Shen Ye and Nangong Sirui.

But Shen Ye and Nangong Sirui both knew how much training and hardship Xiao Mengyu had been through since she was young to get to where she was today.

After thinking it over, Shen Ye felt encouragement was the best approach and said:

"True gold always shines eventually."

Both nodded in agreement, then turned to look at Nangong Sirui.

Nangong Sirui also felt that encouragement was needed, so he patted their shoulders with his fan:

"Gold is indeed like that, brothers."

Guo Yunye and Zhang Xiaoyi both gave Nangong Sirui a hard stare.

Shen Ye talks about gold, and you call us iron! You must be doing it on purpose!

Suddenly, a figure leaped onto the stage.

It was a tall and husky male student.

He beckoned Shen Ye with his chin and said:

"Hey, Shen Ye, I know you can fight. How about going a few rounds with me?"

Shen Ye and Nangong Sirui both looked at him.

"I haven't fought him yet," Nangong Sirui said softly.

"Like I said, I'm really tired today, fellow student," Shen Ye replied softly.

Both of them smiled, but the aura of menace they emitted forced Zhang Xiaoyi and Guo Yunye to involuntarily step aside.

The male student's face changed. He took a few steps forward, gave a deep bow, walked to the edge of the arena, and plastered on an ingratiating smile:

"Big brothers, I truly admire Student Shen Ye. He's the heir of the Chaotic Heaven Gate."

"I really want to have a match with Student Shen Ye to see where I can improve."

"Even without using the Dharma Aspect would be fine."

"We'll stop as soon as contact is made."

"Please!"

He pleaded earnestly.

Many classmates around them empathized with his sentiment.

Indeed.

Who wouldn't want to spar with a master?

Who doesn't want to improve their skills?

The disgruntled look on Nangong Sirui's face faded away, and he shrugged his shoulders, stepping back a bit.

—Meaning he was leaving it up to them.

Shen Ye pondered for a moment.

After defeating The Skinner last night, he had gone to eat crayfish.

He had taken another nap on the Flying Shuttle in the morning.

The blue pills continuously replenished his body's exhaustion.

If he didn't use his Dharma Aspect, fighting a round wouldn't matter.

——As long as the opponent wasn't Xiao Mengyu.

Moreover, after school started, he would definitely have to spar with his classmates often.

This was also a way for him to enhance his combat experience.

Fine!

He jumped onto the stage and gave a cupped fist salute to his opponent:

"Shen Ye."

"Zhou Heng." The boy returned the salute.

"No dawdling, let's start!" Nangong Sirui shouted.

Zhou Heng immediately rushed forward a few steps and threw a punch head-on.

Without any hesitation, Shen Ye blocked with one hand and swung out with the Thunder Shock Palm with the other.

Smack.

The two palms met.

Lightning flickered over Shen Ye's hand, jumping around but seemingly powerless, utterly unable to harm Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng stood firm in his place.

Shen Ye, however, was sent flying backward, nearly falling off the stage.

"It seems your palm technique is no match for my Bursting Iron Palm!" Zhou Heng exclaimed in surprise.

"Your palm technique isn't bad," Shen Ye said.

"Again."

Zhou Heng shouted, his hands coming together to form blades as he swiftly slashed toward Shen Ye like lightning.

Shen Ye's physique flickered, casting five or six afterimages.

Flowing Moon Movement Technique!

"——Over here!" Zhou Heng yelled.

His Hand Blade cut through the afterimages and sent Shen Ye flying.

Below the stage.

Nangong Sirui frowned slightly.

Guo Yunye and Zhang Xiaoyi couldn't make head or tail of it, so they just shouted "Come on!" loudly.

The surrounding onlookers started to make a lot of noise.

——It seems that in addition to the well-known Chaotic Heaven Gate successor Shen Ye, Nangong Sirui, and Xiao Mengyu, Zhou Heng could also be considered an expert!

"Hahaha!" Zhou Heng's demeanor began to change.

He clenched his fists and said solemnly, "Bring out some real skills, even if it's some other skills you're good at."

Shen Ye drew and shot his arrows.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh——

Zhou Heng waved his hands, deflecting all the arrows, his physique moved, and he charged toward Shen Ye again.

Shen Ye suddenly vanished.

Zhou Heng suddenly stopped, then quickly turned and punched.

Shen Ye, hiding in the shadows, was sent flying out.

Shen Ye landed in a corner of the stage and seemed somewhat happy as he spread his hands:

"Alright, let's stop here for today."

"No——we'd better determine a winner," Zhou Heng's eyes flashed with excitement, "It seems you aren't that strong, while my power is truly formidable."

"Shen Ye, people think too highly of you."

"After defeating you, I'll challenge Nangong Sirui——you guys are just all bark and no bite, aren't you?"

Zhou Heng looked down at Nangong Sirui beside the stage.

But Nangong Sirui wasn't looking at Zhou Heng.

He was staring at Shen Ye, murmuring softly:

"A quite terrifying feeling… This will be difficult to deal with."

Shen Ye grinned, shook his head, and walked down from the stage.

It was just sparring after all.

Why get serious?

So, just now, he decided to try out that idea that had always been hidden in his heart—

Joyous Being + Divas equates to Rabbit Dance.

Then, what about Joyous Being + Night Roamer?

The tiny glowing words from the battle were still in front of his eyes:

"Currently constructing negative music with the 'Night Roamer' profession."

"As the current Sect Leader of Chaotic Heaven Gate, you do not wish to tarnish the Sect's image; guide the negative music by this principle; now complete."

"Currently suppressed the name of Joyous Being, making it cooperate with you to form a second archived negative music."

"Current negative music available are as follows:"

"1. Rabbit Dance;"

"2. Night Banquet Frolic."

"Would you like to use one of them?"

"'Night Banquet Frolic' has been used."

"Description: Every technique you use will lose its strength, or it will show a cute and fun meaninglessness. During this continuous process of skill use, your life force is extremely resilient, difficult to extinguish, until the last attack you make."

"All the power of the techniques you've used before will be accumulated into the final move—"

"Power doubled."

"—Bringing a magnificent death to the entire Night Banquet Frolic."

Shen Ye had gained another ace technique, feeling extremely good at the moment, he waved cheerfully at Zhou Heng:

"All right, Student Zhou Heng, let's call it quits."

He prepared to jump off the arena.

But Zhou Heng wasn't willing to end it just like that.

Such a good opportunity!

To pull him down from the prestigious title of "True Disciple of Huntian Gate" and take his place!

"Let's finish it!"

Zhou Heng charged forward with all his might, lunging at Shen Ye, deploying his full power in his technique—

Bursting Iron Palm!

Suddenly, he stopped.

He just stopped in front of Shen Ye.

His palm was only inches away from Shen Ye, but he was utterly unable to strike out.

Wind.

A fierce wind arose from the ground, instantly blowing Zhou Heng up into the air.

Cold wind!

—The move "Frost Bite" had not even been fully executed when the accompanying "Cold Wind Assault" already blew Zhou Heng away!

Shen Ye slightly lifted his foot.

Boom!!!

The entire arena was slashed into pieces by a giant frost blade, then turned into frozen crystals.

The frost blade soared into the sky, reaching a hundred feet high, cutting through the sky, emitting a humming sound, shaking everything around as if it had accumulated the power to split the world.

—Frost Bite·Night Banquet Frolic!

The power of this one attack had already surpassed the First Layer of the Law Domain!

"Killing people is against school rules, Student Shen Ye," Nangong Sirui said leisurely while fanning himself, casually mentioning it.

Everyone else looked as if they were struck dumb.

As his roommate, it's only right for me to kindly remind him.

"I was just trying out this technique, do you think I'm some sort of murderous fiend?" Shen Ye shook his head.

With a casual retraction—

In an instant, all the icy phenomena vanished into nothingness.

"Ah—"

Zhou Heng fell from the sky, and Shen Ye flew up to gently catch him and place him on the icy arena floor.

"Student Zhou Heng, let's end it there for today, how does that sound?"

Shen Ye crouched next to him, chin propped on his hand, asking again.

Zhou Heng was covered in white frost, his expression wooden, staring blankly at him when suddenly two lines of hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Why didn't you say you were that powerful earlier!"

He spoke with a trembling voice.