C9 The Line Between Life and Death

As if counting the time, a shout came from the depths of the fog. It was heavy and loud, and anyone could feel the firm will of the owner of the voice, who would rather break than bend.

"Ha!"

Ye Heng roared furiously. He threw out his right fist without holding back. Violent energy poured out.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a loud sound that shook the heavens and the earth, the violent wind seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand and poured into the thick fog.

In just a few breaths, the thick fog had dispersed, and everyone looked in that direction.

A young man dressed in ragged clothes, whose entire body was covered in wounds that were cut by sharp swords, stood there straight.

This person was Ye Heng!

"My god, he actually didn't die!"

"How, how is this possible!?"

"Can someone tell me that this isn't a dream?"

All the disciples who supported Zhao Yuanzheng stared with their eyes wide open. Their mouths were so wide that they could even stuff their fists in.

Even Zhao Yuanzheng was shocked. One should know that those Yuan energy swords just now contained more than 30% of his Yuan energy, but it only caused Ye Heng to suffer some superficial injuries.

Zhao Yuanzheng was furious. He had not taken down a servant disciple for such a long time. He could not keep his face any longer.

"Bastard! Since you don't know how to appreciate favors, then let me send you on your way myself!" After saying that, Zhao Yuanzheng pulled out the longsword on his back.

"Clang!" The sword trembled slightly and produced a sword hum.

With the sword in hand, Zhao Yuanzheng's entire body became sharp and fierce. His Sword Intent soared into the sky, and his imposing manner soared to the sky.

"Zhao Yuanzheng has struck out his sword. That trash will die for sure!"

"The outcome of the battle has been decided. We'll wait for the money to be collected. "

"Damn you, what kind of f * cking genius is this? It's been so long and you still haven't gotten a servant disciple. Why don't you just call him a dog instead?"

The disciples below the stage discussed animatedly. Some of the hot-tempered ones had already started cursing. After all, the outcome of the battle on the stage was related to their lives. How could they not be excited?

After hearing those cursing voices, Zhao Yuanzheng's face turned from green to red, and finally to black like the bottom of a pot. He was so angry that even his lips were trembling.

After that, all his hatred towards Ye Heng tilted towards him. He wanted to cut Ye Heng into pieces in the shortest time possible to vent the hatred in his heart.

This time, Zhao Yuanzheng didn't waste any time. He circulated his Yuan energy and rushed towards Ye Heng with his sword in hand. Before he arrived, he waved his sword across the air. Several snow-white sword energies shot out from the tip of the sword and flew towards Ye Heng from different directions.

"Tiger Subduing Fist!" Ye Heng shouted in a low voice. He took a big step forward and assumed the stance of the Tiger Subduing Fist.

"Sou!" The sound of the air being torn apart had just exploded when the sword Qi and Zhao Yuanzheng's long sword had already arrived in front of Ye Heng's face.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Ye Heng threw out several punches in a row. The force of thousands of pounds exploded, and all the snow white sword Qi shattered.

However, Zhao Yuanzheng's long sword had already been stuck to Ye Heng's neck. He was afraid that it would not even take half a breath's time for Ye Heng's head to fall to the ground.

"Argh. . . " Someone outside the life-and-death stage cried out in fear. He closed his eyes, afraid that he would see blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Some other people were excited. The winner was finally going to be decided. Their eyes were shining. They could not help but rub their hands together, waiting for the money to be collected.

"Puff!" It was the sound of a long sword cutting into flesh. Everyone looked over. In the next moment, everyone was stunned and speechless.

"Drip, drip. " Red blood flowed down Zhao Yuanzheng's sword and fell to the ground. Ye Heng actually used his left hand to grab the sword. One should know that the black iron gloves protecting Ye Heng's left hand had already shattered into pieces. His palm did not have any protection at all.

This, this was too crazy! Didn't he have his finger cut off? He actually used his bare hands to grab a long sword that could even cut through black iron. How much courage did this require?

Even Zhao Yuanzheng was stunned, with a look of disbelief on his face.

At this moment, Ye Heng's situation was not good. The palm of his left hand had completely shattered. White bones were exposed from his five fingers. The blood that flowed out almost dyed Zhao Yuanzheng's long sword red. Even so, Ye Heng didn't let go of his grip.

"I've caught you!" Ye Heng said in a deep voice. The corner of his mouth opened up, revealing a cold smile.

The next moment, Ye Heng waved his arm and threw his right fist at Zhao Yuanzheng's face, not giving Zhao Yuanzheng any time to react.

"Bang!" The fist hit Zhao Yuanzheng's nose, and with a dull sound, Zhao Yuanzheng let go of his sword and flew backwards in pain. His nose had completely collapsed, and his face was covered in blood.

"Pooh. " Ye Heng spat out a mouthful of blood and threw Zhao Yuanzheng's sword aside.

"This punch is only the interest from earlier. Now you should return the money to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Heng clenched his right fist and rushed towards Zhao Yuanzheng, who was lying on the ground.

He wanted to take Zhao Yuanzheng's life while he was ill!

However, just as Ye Heng entered within three meters of Zhao Yuanzheng, a violent wave of air suddenly erupted and pushed Ye Heng away.

Zhao Yuanzheng slowly stood up. His face was covered in blood, and his eyes were emitting a fierce beast-like light. A fierce and murderous aura lingered around his body.

"Mixed. Break!" Zhao Yuanzheng let out a heart-wrenching roar. His words were filled with endless anger.

"I will kill you!"

"Bang!" The ground under Zhao Yuanzheng's feet exploded. The sharp Sword Intents rolled back and drilled into his body. The six Yuan Power vortices that were spinning rapidly behind his back had now turned into seven.

Following which, a frightening pressure swept out from his body and enveloped the life and death arena like a storm.

"Crack. . . Crack. . . "

Cracks spread out like a spider web and the entire life and death arena no longer had a complete piece of land. Even the light screen at the edge of the stage was trembling. One should know that even Zhao Yuanzheng's sword couldn't leave a crack on the light screen. It was trembling continuously because of his pressure.

"Zhao Yuanzheng has actually broken through!"

"Is this the strength of the seventh level of the Origin Vortex? It's too terrifying!"

"It's no wonder that he's a favored son of heaven. His talent is truly admirable. "

The terrifying pressure could even be felt by those outside the life and death arena. All of them shivered inwardly, feeling fear.

Not to mention, Ye Heng, who was surrounded by the pressure, could feel the tremendous pressure.

Ye Heng smiled bitterly. The dozens of sword wounds that kept bleeding, the left hand that had lost all feeling, and the Yuan energy that was less than ten percent of the original energy, the situation was really terrible. Under such circumstances, even if he used that mysterious rune, he probably would not be able to turn the situation around.

On the other hand, Zhao Yuanzheng's aura had skyrocketed, and the Yuan energy that he had gathered had reached its peak. He had actually broken through at this critical moment!

This was the worst news for Ye Heng.

"If you can break through, can't I?" Ye Heng's eyes were filled with determination. He closed his eyes and held his breath. Without any hesitation, he urged the Yuan energy whirlpool behind him to madly plunder the spiritual energy in the air. An aura that was not inferior to Zhao Yuanzheng's burst out from his body.

"This. . . That trash Ye Heng actually wants to break through too. "

"Tsk, how can one break through to the next realm so easily?"

"That's right, that's right. The reason Zhao Yuanzheng could break through to the next realm is because he is a genius. That trash is delusional to think that he can compete with a genius. He really doesn't know his own limits. "

The people who supported Zhao Yuanzheng didn't hide their disdain towards Ye Heng, and they were spreading the truth about Ye Heng's trash.

A few of the service disciples who had a good impression of Ye Heng, although they wanted to speak up for Ye Heng, they did not have the confidence to do so. They could only swallow their words back down.

"Bastard, you still want to break through? Do you think I will give you that time?" Zhao Yuanzheng's eyes were filled with killing intent. With a wave of his arm, the long sword that Ye Heng threw to the side actually flew back into his hand.

"Mountain Breaking Sword!"

"Clang!" A sword hum rang out, and a three meter long white sword energy condensed at the tip of Zhao Yuanzheng's sword.

After that, Zhao Yuanzheng took a step forward and shattered the ground, then he threw himself at Ye Heng with a shocking momentum.

Right at the moment when he was about to leave Ye Heng. . . When he was still thirty feet away from Ye Heng. . . Zhao Yuanzheng raised the tip of his sword and slashed down from top to bottom.

"Hu!"

A fierce wind howled, and a dazzling light of Yuan energy burst forth from Zhao Yuanzheng's sword.

The white sword energy suddenly grew in the air. It was a full fifteen meters long and three meters wide, and it fell from the sky towards Ye Heng.

"That is a martial skill, a low rank Profound Ranked sword, the Mountain Breaking Sword. One slash, even a mountain can be broken. "

Below the Life and Death Arena, there was no lack of disciples with sharp eyes. They immediately said the martial skill that Zhao Yuanzheng used, and their words were filled with envy.

It had to be known that most of these ordinary disciples of the Outer Sect possessed low grade Yellow rank martial skills. Occasionally, they would be so happy that they would be unable to close their mouths when they obtained a middle grade martial skill.

As for Zhao Yuanzheng, he used a low grade Profound Jie martial skill the moment he attacked. Both of them were disciples of the Outer Sect, so how could there be such a huge gap between them and the human world?

Just as the huge sword energy was about to strike down, Ye Heng suddenly opened his eyes. Two bright beams shot out from the depths of his eyes.

At this moment, the Yuan energy whirlpool behind Ye Heng had turned into five.

A heavy and solid pressure rushed towards Zhao Yuanzheng, pressing down on his shoulder.

"So what if you have broken through? In front of my Low-grade Profound Jie Martial Skill, you will still die!"

A fierce look flashed across Zhao Yuanzheng's eyes. His hands, which were holding the long sword, tightened by thirty percent. Without hesitation, he poured all of his remaining Yuan energy into the snow-white sword Qi, forcefully increasing the sword Qi by another half a zhang.

At such a critical moment, Ye Heng actually laughed. Was he scared silly?

In the next moment, under everyone's disbelieving gaze, Ye Heng stomped on the ground and punched the snow-white sword Qi with his right fist.

"Tiger Subduing Fist!"

In just a split second, Ye Heng's aura had skyrocketed to the extreme. The seventh strongest fist of Tiger Subduing Fist needed to go through the first six moves to accumulate energy, but at this moment, Ye Heng had saved this step. With just one punch, his momentum had reached its peak.

Furthermore, a mysterious pattern appeared in front of Ye Heng's fist, and it was emitting a faint light.

"Bang!"

The fist collided with the sword energy, and a loud explosion was heard. Even though the light screen at the edge of the life and death arena had been buffed, the remaining sound was still so loud that it shook the entire arena. Everyone's eardrums buzzed.

"Kacha. . . Kacha. . . "

Under Zhao Yuanzheng's shocked gaze, his sword Qi was covered with cracks. With a clear sound, it suddenly shattered.

Ye Heng's fist kept punching, and it directly hit Zhao Yuanzheng's chest.

"Puff!" Zhao Yuanzheng spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards. He crashed into the light screen at the edge of the life and death arena and slowly fell to the ground.

Zhao Yuanzheng lost!

The surrounding people had very rich expressions on their faces.

Leng Aoxue covered her mouth with her hands, her pretty face full of surprise.

Lim Hua clenched his fists and his expression was unusually excited.

Zhou Shaan's mouth trembled, counting how much he had won with his fingers.

The others were unhappy.

"Damn it! Zhao Yuanzheng, get up now!"

"F * ck your ancestors! Are you still an f * cking man? Hurry up and stand up, Zhao Yuanzheng!"

"F * ck you! If Zhao Yuanzheng loses, I'll f * ck your entire family of women!"

All the disciples who supported Zhao Yuanzheng swore at this moment. They wished they could rush onto the life and death arena and pull Zhao Yuanzheng up from the ground.

If Zhao Yuanzheng lost, most of them would go bankrupt. In the next few months, they would only be left with food and drinks.

Without needing them to say anything, Zhao Yuanzheng also wanted to stand up. However, Ye Heng would not give him that chance.

"Kacha!" Ye Heng kicked Zhao Yuanzheng's spine, making him lie on the ground again.

Ye Heng picked up Zhao Yuanzheng's sword and wiped it off his neck.

At this moment, a loud roar came from afar.

"How dare you!"

A white-haired old man quickly flew across the horizon and appeared at the edge of the life and death arena in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Yuanzheng, who had already lost all hope, saw the old man appear and his eyes lit up again.

"Master, save me!" Zhao Yuanzheng shouted with all his strength.

The old man's lips moved. Just as he was about to speak, Ye Heng's long sword slashed across Zhao Yuanzheng's neck without stopping.

"Putong!" Blood gushed out, and Zhao Yuanzheng's head fell to the ground, rolling right in front of the old man.

"Aaaaaah! How dare you. . . " The old man's face instantly turned ferocious like a devil. His white hair stood on end, and a Sword Intent that was a hundred times sharper than Zhao Yuanzheng burst out from his body.

After that, the old man merely pointed his finger, and the light screen on the life and death arena broke into an uproar. In the next moment, the Sword Intent that filled the sky turned into tens of thousands of Yuan energy swords that shot towards Ye Heng.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" With a loud bang, the dust and dirt dispersed. The huge life and death arena had long disappeared, and what remained was a huge pit that was thirty feet deep.

At that moment, a hint of green light flashed from the bottom of the crater.

A ball of green gas enveloped Ye Heng, and it slowly lifted him up from the large pit.

"Life and death on the life and death arena, life and death are decided by fate. Could it be that Elder Jian wants to break the rules?"

An old man in ragged clothes, whose eyes were emitting a frightening light, appeared beside the white-haired old man at some point in time.

"Hmph. " A trace of fear flashed across the eyes of the Sword Elder, but he did not continue to attack. With a wave of his sleeve, he instantly shot toward the sky and disappeared from everyone's sight in less than half a breath's time.

Since the beginning, the elder didn't even look at Zhao Yuanzheng's corpse. With just a glance, a genius could only be called a genius when he was alive. A dead genius was worthless. This was the cruelty of this world.