C303 Yelv Qingyin!(2)
"Yelv Qingyin's attack style is quite unique; it's tricky for anyone to handle!"
"That's not necessarily true. Moh Lunhui has been taking down opponents with a single strike. Yelv Qingyin might not be able to dodge it either. In that sense, Woo Zhengyang is already at a disadvantage."
At that moment, the situation between Woo Zhengyang and Yelv Qingyin shifted again. Initially, Woo Zhengyang managed to dodge while inching forward. Everyone understood his strategy—many have tried this against Yelv Qingyin. If he could get close enough, victory would be within reach.
But now, Yelv Qingyin's fingers danced, sending arcs of sound pouring down like a torrential rain. Woo Zhengyang could only sidestep to avoid them. Although he hadn't retreated, he couldn't advance any further.
"Look... Woo Zhengyang is in trouble. If this continues, he'll either lose or have to run..." someone remarked at just the right moment.
Even those who had been rooting for Woo Zhengyang couldn't argue against it, as the battle clearly showed the truth.
In the Heavenly Martial Realm, Woo Zhengyang's expression was serious. Before him, the sky was filled with pale blue sound arcs, and all he could hear was the sharp music of Yelv Qingyin's instrument and the sound of trees being sliced apart.
It's undeniable that Yelv Qingyin, ranked sixth in last year's Heavenly Martial Tournament and one of the four young prodigies, possesses a strength Woo Zhengyang has never encountered in any other martial artist.
However, Woo Zhengyang managed to spot the flaw. Although Yelv Qingyin's music was picking up speed, Woo Zhengyang noticed that the strength of the sound arcs varied. Some arcs grew stronger over time, while others were weaker than the initial ones. As Yelv Qingyin produced more arcs, the disparity between them became more pronounced.
Yelv Qingyin was clever, avoiding his weaknesses by letting the weaker arcs burst in mid-air and directing the stronger ones to hit the tree trunk. But Woo Zhengyang had his own strategy, and Yelv Qingyin couldn't afford to ease up on him, which inevitably exposed the flaw.
After further observation, Woo Zhengyang finally understood the reason. For cultivators, regardless of the weapon or tool used, infusing it with energy is unavoidable. During a battle, energy depletion is natural, making the duration of each infusion crucial to the outcome. The difference in skill levels is especially evident here, like the vast difference between two seemingly similar energies.
Yelv Qingyin's playing of the ancient instrument to generate sound arcs also required energy. As his tempo increased, so did the energy consumption, necessitating more frequent replenishment.
During this process, Woo Zhengyang noticed that while Yelv Qingyin could maintain the continuity of the sound arcs, their attack power was significantly reduced. Recognizing this, Woo Zhengyang seized the opportunity. As a new wave of sound arcs approached, he suddenly shifted his position, heading straight toward one of the arcs.
As Woo Zhengyang took this step, a faint golden aura of protective energy enveloped him.
“Pop... Pop... Pop...”
Just as Woo Zhengyang anticipated, this particular wave of sound arcs was weak. They shattered harmlessly against his protective aura.
“He's moving... Woo Zhengyang is advancing...” The spectators supporting Woo Zhengyang in Heavenly Martial City were thrilled to see him finally taking action instead of merely dodging.
“Come on... it's just one step. Everyone knows it's more dangerous the closer you get, unless he can walk right up to Yelv Qingyin.”
“Well, the first step leads to the second. Didn't you see that Yelv Qingyin's sound attacks barely harmed Woo Zhengyang just now? I knew he was looking for a weakness in Yelv Qingyin's technique. It seems I was right.”
“Look closely, he's dodging again... Even if he manages to defeat Yelv Qingyin by chance, it won't be as satisfying as a decisive victory over Moh Lunhui. When he faces Moh Lunhui, he'll still lose!”
"You..." The supporter of Woo Zhengyang was at a loss for words, turning his gaze toward the Heavenly Martial Realm.
In the Heavenly Martial Realm, as Woo Zhengyang took a step forward, Yelv Qingyin's eyes narrowed. The timing of Woo Zhengyang's move was too perfect to be a coincidence. It was surprising that Woo Zhengyang could discern the subtleties so quickly, yet Yelv Qingyin wasn't overly concerned. Woo Zhengyang wasn't the first martial artist to spot his weaknesses, but no one had ever truly reached him, not even the four great talents.
With a slight smile, Yelv Qingyin's fingers danced rapidly over the strings, creating an even denser arc of sound. Simultaneously, a peculiar melody intertwined with the music...
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