NOVEL NEXT Chapter 382 To me, it's nothing special
According to the new competition rules, the first two groups of four went on stage at the same time, the first group being a contest between the Underworld Sect and the disciple of the Tang Sect, and the second group was Northern King Ye Feng against Dao Buhui of the Dao Sect.
As the two disciples from the Underworld Sect and Tang Sect were relatively weaker among the eight, most people's attention was focused on Ye Feng's group.
After all, the title of Northern King Ye Feng was now very resounding throughout the entire Xuanyuan Nation, especially with great prestige in the Mortal World, while Dao Buhui of the Dao Sect was also one of the outstanding young generation.
Dao Buhui today still wore a blue Dao robe, and he stood straight with a calm complexion that revealed an arrogance. After ascending the stage, he didn't even deign to look directly at Ye Feng, clearly not viewing him as a worthy opponent.
Ye Feng, just as indifferent, suddenly activated his Qi Force, and in an instant, a faint golden light appeared all over his body, and a suit of Golden Armor condensed into being.
At this moment, Dao Buhui spoke, but it was with a sneer, "You should know that the best defense is to attack, only the weak rely purely on defense!"
It was clear that he was ridiculing the protective capability of Ye Feng's armor. Ye Feng responded with a calm smile, "Everyone says you're the finest of the Dao Sect's younger generation. Today, I will see for myself if you truly merit my personal offensive!"
Dao Buhui's expression suddenly darkened, as he shouted, "What arrogance! With such a level of defense, I can break it with just one sword strike!"
As soon as these words fell, Dao Buhui's black Treasure Sword clanged as if a dragon was unleashed from its sheath. Then, like a shooting star, it broke through the air towards Ye Feng, aiming a lethal strike at his head!
His sword strike seemed to possess the power to destroy heaven and earth, filling the entire arena with a raging storm of momentum. Fortunately, the entire arena was split into two parts by an array barrier, so the contests between the two groups were not affected.
Ye Feng stood erect, unmoving. But at this moment, his brow slightly wriggled; he could certainly feel the power of the opponent's strike.
Chzzzt...
Before the sword even struck, the terrifying Sword Momentum already tore multiple cracks in Ye Feng's Golden Armor.
The surrounding crowd was abuzz, all of them marveling that Dao Buhui truly deserved to be known as the foremost among the Dao Sect's young generation, as well as the Great Sword Master!
The young man in white from the Four Great Ancient Clans surnamed Bu was no longer lazily reclining in his chair like yesterday. After all, today's top eight contenders were not comparable to those of the previous day, and even he needed to take things seriously.
"Dao Buhui's Sword Momentum is extraordinary; this Ye chap won't be able to withstand it with that level of armor. He will probably have to resort to that mysterious defensive armor he used yesterday!" the young man in white mused silently.
Just as the Sword Momentum peaked, Ye Feng's Golden Armor was completely torn apart. However, at this moment, his body suddenly shone brightly with golden light, and another suit of armor inscribed with ancient Profound Runes once again condensed and emerged.
This suit of armor was majestic in shape, and what surprised people even more was that the entire suit of armor was engraved with lifelike yet fierce Five-clawed Golden Dragons. Especially the helmet, which looked more like a dragon's head, exuding an overall tyrannical and formidable air.
The nine elders from the Sects of Ancient Martial Arts in the highest seats, on seeing this, suddenly grew solemn, their expressions filled with both shock and seriousness, as they had all recognized the origin of the armor adorning Ye Feng.
"Good lad, I did not expect him to have obtained the Emperor's Armor—a defensive legacy from that figure more than two thousand years ago. How did it come into his possession?" the elder from the Dao Sect could not help but hum coldly.
"Indeed, it is unexpected. No wonder this boy dares to be so defiant, standing unfazed in the face of Dao Buhui's attack, because he has the Emperor's Armor by his side!" muttered the elder from the Underworld Sect, with a hint of envy and covet in his eyes.
Even though the assembled elders represented the peak of their respective Great Sects, and each was generally at the Fifth Level of the Divine Path Realm with Divine Abilities, some even having surpassed the Divine Ability Realm, stepping half into the legendary Saint Realm, they still showed a touch of covetous heat at the sight of the Emperor's Armor on Ye Feng.
After all, this Emperor's Armor was the defensive legacy of that person from over two thousand years ago. Back then, its owner nearly swept through all the Sects of Ancient Martial Arts, almost exterminating all the Ancient Martial Sects,
The elder of the Confucian Sect of the Sacred Mansion's complexion suddenly changed as he blurted out, "Right, have any of you noticed? The Cultivation Technique practiced by this Ye chap is somewhat peculiar. What is the origin of his technique?"
No sooner had he spoken than the other eight elders' expressions turned strange, and they all turned to look towards the two elders seated at the far left, namely Tang Bai from the Utility Pavilion and Zhuge Wuming.
Tang Bai snorted but did not respond; he had long been aware of the origin of Ye Feng's cultivation technique. When he first recognized the technique, he immediately warned Ye Feng and skillfully distanced himself from Ye Feng.
Even during this period, he tried every means to suppress Ye Feng, hoping to submerge him in trouble, but unfortunately, with Zhuge Wuming's mediation and help, Ye Feng's reputation only grew more prominent.
Thinking of this, Tang Bai couldn't help but sneer coldly. The Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts had already sensed something amiss and would soon realize the details of Ye Feng's cultivation technique. When that time came, there would likely be quite a spectacle.
After all, this was a grudge spanning more than two thousand years; when that time arrived, Ye Feng would probably have to face the relentless attacks of the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts. Such old hatred ensured a fight to the death!
"Ye, I warned you long ago not to let the people from the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts know the details of your cultivation technique. Now, look what you've done; you're seeking your own death, and no one else is to blame!" Tang Bai snorted secretly.
Zhuge Wuming, of course, understood this very well. But his view of Ye Feng was completely opposite to that of Tang Bai. So, when faced with questions from the elders of the Ancient Martial Arts Sects, he simply smiled lightly and said, "Cultivation techniques are static, people are dynamic.
It has always been common for different people to follow different paths with the same cultivation technique since ancient times. As enlightened individuals, if you cannot understand this simple truth, isn't that rather laughable?"
Unfortunately, the Sect elders from the Ancient Martial Arts did not listen to his explanations, and the elder from the Confucian Sect of the Sacred Mansion immediately snorted coldly, "So are you saying that this kid surnamed Ye has inherited the cultivation technique from that person from more than two thousand years ago?"
Zhuge Wuming still did not confirm it directly but merely smiled lightly, "Does it matter whether it is or isn't? After all, this is something from more than two thousand years ago."
"Of course it matters; you know very well the grudge from over two thousand years ago!" the elder from the Confucian Sect of the Sacred Mansion immediately roared in anger.
More than two thousand years ago, particularly the Confucian Sect's enmity with that person was the greatest. Had it not been for some Loose Cultivators not aligning with the Sects, the entire Confucian Sect might have been exterminated by that person, as the infamous persecution of scholars was a shame that lingered until now.
Similarly, an elder from the Dao Sect snorted, "If Ye Feng has truly inherited his cultivation from that person, then we must re-evaluate him thoroughly, especially his position as the head of the Martial Academy. We cannot allow history to repeat itself, which could lead to a disaster like that from two thousand years ago; history could even regress because of it!"
Tang Bai still remained silent, completely distancing himself from the situation, even wishing in his heart that the elders of the Ancient Martial Arts Sects would press Ye Feng down and strip him of his qualification to compete. Of course, he knew this was impossible as Zhuge Wuming was still standing up for Ye Feng.
Zhuge Wuming could not help but sneer, "It's truly laughable. You are defining the present and especially a person based on past history, negating a person's worth on some speculative future event—don't you find that absurd?"
At that moment, an elder from the Buddhist Sect spoke up, "What Master Zhuge said is not necessarily wrong; naturally, the elders of the Ancient Martial Arts Sects have their concerns. However, it is not appropriate to start a conflict now."
The Buddhist Sect had joined the Xuanyuan Nation later on, so they were not particularly concerned about the millennia-old grudge.
The elder from the Confucian Sect of the Sacred Mansion snorted, "Let's put that aside for now. But this young man has not only practiced that person's Heritage Cultivation Technique, but he has also obtained the Emperor's Armor and even the Spear of the Ancestral Dragon, becoming almost a complete shadow of that person!"
He snorted heavily, continuing, "I'm being frank now—if Ye Feng ever shows signs of following the same path as that person, our Sacred Mansion will not spare him. We will be the first to stand up against him, even if it means rallying the power of all Confucian Sects in the world to extinguish him!"
"That's right, and the Dao Sect as well. We will not allow this young man to gain power, threatening the security of the Nine Great Sects of Ancient Martial Arts!"
Zhuge Wuming did not respond to this; he acted as if he hadn't heard anything. Although he defended Ye Feng on the principles of justice, he was somewhat worried himself—after all, there was a legend from over two thousand years ago. Should the legend come to life and that person be resurrected, the world would likely descend into chaos.
Therefore, the Ancient Martial Arts Sects' precaution was not entirely without reason. Of course, Zhuge Wuming also realized that a large part of the Nine Great Sects' indignation towards Ye Feng was out of covetousness for the Heritage Magic Treasure in Ye Feng's possession—if these elders acquired it, they would probably practice it themselves.
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Meanwhile, Ye Feng, after donning the Emperor's Armor, stood tall like a sovereign ruler, with the Treasure Sword above his head striking downward only to clang against the armor, failing to cause any damage to the Emperor's Armor.
"How is this possible, how can it be? My Hidden Dragon Overcast Sword can't break through your defense!" Dao Buhui stood rooted to the spot, his face showing a look of shock.
Ye Feng simply smiled and said, "The so-called top young figure of the Dao Sect of this generation, I see he's nothing special."
Dao Buhui's expression suddenly darkened with anger, his aura surging immensely. With a wave of his Great Hand, the Hidden Dragon Overcast Sword flew up again, drawing a powerful surge of Qi Force, and once more shot towards Ye Feng.