My Fury Will Burn The Heavens Chapter 408 - Wen Fight, Wu Fight!

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

"Fighting all at once? Fighting by turns?"

Sneering, Xiao Tianhu turned his eyes and waved to one of his subordinates, "Xiao Meng, since the Qian Clansmen want to find their dignity, you go out and play with them. Let's do one-on-one. We don't want to be laughed at."

All the young mistresses present opened up their eyes. They no longer cared about why Qian w.a.n.guan suddenly became so brave. As long as there was a fight, they—as onlookers—didn't mind if things would be blown out of proportion. If men were injured or killed, those men were not one of theirs. Many young masters also revealed a smile. They badly wished it to become a life-or-death struggle between the Xiao Clan and the Qian Clan.

Jiang Yi glanced at the three people behind him, he smiled. "Do you want to go and play, or should I go?"

"Let me try!"

A gray-haired elder from the Qian Clan walked out of the crowd, heroically. With the backing from Jiang Yi, Qian w.a.n.guan had nothing to fear. The morale of the subordinates was boosted greatly. It would be fine even if they killed all the Xiao Clansmen present. Jiang Yi was so strong that he could easily defeat everyone here; why should they be afraid?

"Ok, be careful!"

Jiang Yi wouldn't send himself to fight unless he had to. Patting the elder on the shoulders, he and the other two men sat down on a square table behind Qian w.a.n.guan and watched the fight.

"This man…"

Many eyes followed Jiang Yi as he walked. People like Shui Qianrou, Dugu Yan, Xia Feiyu, and Jiang Yiliu—all stared at Jiang Yi's back suspiciously. Although Jiang Yi was wearing the Hundred Transformation Mask, had changed his voice deliberately, and turned his looks more malicious—he couldn't alter his physique. This made people who were close to him found him very familiar.

Fortunately, Qian w.a.n.guan, Zhan Wushuang, and Yun Fei didn't expose him. The three were good actors and actress. They swept at Jiang Yi indifferently and then looked away. Qian w.a.n.guan even patted Jiang Yi on the shoulders casually, seeming to be very happy of this subordinate. It cleared the crowd's suspicion.

"Qian Xue—the General of Qian Clan's Iron Force!"

The Qian Clan's elder strode to the center, took out his weapon, and cupped his fists gracefully. The Xiao Clan's man nodded with a sneer and gave out his name. "Xiao Meng—Xiao Clan's secret guard. My friend from the Qian Clan, do you prefer Wu Fight or Wen Fight?"

"Wu Fight? Wen Fight?"

Baffled, Jiang Yi looked at Qian Clan's martial experts. One of them swiftly explained. "They are two forms of combat. Wu Fight requires the two sides to use all their strength. Wen Fight prohibits the use of essence force. We can carry on a Wen Fight here but have to go outside if it is a Wu Fight."

"Oh…"

Jiang Yi immediately realized—that despite their different forms, the real difference was not that great. People who were coming to the stage were all at the peak stage of the Soul Travel Realm with similar essence force strength. In the end, what distinguished them were their combat power, martial skills, and level of comprehension of dao patterns.

"Wen Fight!"

Not surprisingly, Qian Xue chose Wen Fight. In fact, Wen Fight was very dangerous because it allowed close physical contact between the two sides. It was common for partic.i.p.ant's limbs to be cut-off accidentally. Just now, Qian Gang was an example; his chest was directly pierced through. Needless to say, Qian Xue chose Wen Fight to boost the reputation of Qian Clan and, at the same time, injure Xiao Meng badly.

Shui Qianrou's s.h.i.+p was large enough. This main hall was several meters in diameter. It was like a central hall in a royal palace. Now, nearly a hundred black-wood square tables were arranged in two rows at the two sides. People sat behind those tables, leaving out a huge empty s.p.a.ce in the center—which was just ideal for the combat.

Swis.h.!.+

Qian Xue launched himself upwards, like a fox, and aimed directly at Xiao Meng. He didn't have any weapon with him. It seemed like he was going to tear Xiao Meng apart by his bare hands.

Swis.h.!.+ Swis.h.!.+ Swis.h.!.+

One guard of every clan's young masters and young mistresses rose up and stood behind their respective masters. They were preventing their masters to be hurt by the two's fight.

Hmph!

Xiao Meng carried a huge sword on his back. Pressing his hands on the handle, he bent over and shot the sword to front. His cold eyes looked like a wild beast.

When he was ten meters away from Qian Xue, he suddenly launched his body upwards and took out his sword. A chilly light glimmered, the sword shot toward Qian Xue's head, like a crescent.

Swis.h.!.+ Swis.h.!.+ Swis.h.!.+

The sword was suddenly swayed in the air and turned into dozens of phantoms. They were all coming towards Qian Xue's head like continuous waves. There was no way to tell which was the phantom and which was the sword.

"Eh?"

Jiang Yi's eyes became brighter. A Qian Clan's martial expert next to him swiftly explained. "This is the water element dao pattern—Thousand Wave! Haha… Brother Xue realized the fire element dao pattern, which restricts the water element dao pattern. This time, Xiao Meng is going to be miserable."

Jiang Yi nodded and stopped talking. He fixed his eyes over there. Qian Xue swung his hand, and a dagger appeared. He didn't dodge the relentless attack. Instead, he used the dagger in his hand to resist the giant sword falling upon him.

"Clang-glang-glang-glang!"

There was a clear sound of metals colliding with each other. Qian Xue's dagger was able to hit the blade and rebound the opponent's sword. However, his body receded after every hit. Xiao Meng was still slas.h.i.+ng his sword continuously. It looked like Xiao Meng had the upper hand, and Qian Xue was completely suppressed. With one mistake, Qian Xue could be chopped by the sword and die.

A spark can start a prairie fire!

Qian Xue let out a trace of a smile and continued to fend off Xiao Meng's a.s.saults. He didn't show any sign of fl.u.s.ter. Instead, he thrust his dagger faster and faster. In the end, the dagger in his hand appeared like spots of light, flickering around his body. The light spots increased in numbers and shone more frequently. They were like a spark that started a prairie fire and gone out of control.

Accomplish it with minimum effort!

Xiao Meng carried on with his attack but couldn't gain any advantage. Instead, Qian Xue's strikes felt gentler and softer than Xiao Meng's. Xiao Meng's arms were sore from the repeated attack as he didn't use any essence force. After stabbing for more than a hundred times, he could not suspend himself in the air anymore. He had no choice but to stand on the ground instead. He lost his ferocious momentum.

Tsk-Tsk!

When he stopped the attack, Qian Xue naturally began to fight back. His stagger transformed into millions of light spots—like stars on the sky—which surrounded Xiao Meng and a.s.saulted him from all directions.

This Star Fire Dao pattern is so powerful! Xiao Meng is over!

Jiang Yi nodded secretly. He had refined the Dragon Sun Herb, which improved his body strength. His eyesight became incredibly good. With the enhancement from the black essence forces, he had better eyesight than anyone present. Thus, he could easily tell that Xiao Meng was going to lose.

As expected!

Just in a fleeting moment, a moment of weakness caused Xiao Meng to be stabbed by Qian Xue's dagger. Qian Xue even pulled the dagger brutally to the side when it was inside Xiao Meng, which almost split Xiao Meng in half.

Bang!

Qian Xue didn't intend to kill. He kicked Xiao Meng with one leg and sent him into flying. Blood spilled out in the sky and stained the white carpet. After Xiao Meng fell hard on the ground, he spat a mouthful of blood and fainted.

"Useless waste, carry him out!"

Xiao Tianhu's face was gloomy to the extreme. He glanced at a short, thin middle-aged man behind him and shouted coldly, "Xiao Ming, you go and play with the Qian Clansman."

"Alright!"

This small middle-aged man called Xiao Ming had a scar that went from the corner of his mouth all the way to his ear. When he spoke, the scar jumped up and down like a centipede. It was unusually abominable and horrendous.

He walked to the center and waited for the Xiao Clan's martial experts to carry Xiao Meng out. Then, he slowly took an iron hook from his sleeve. Glancing at Qian Xue ruthlessly, he said, "Qian Clan's old man, go out. Don't accuse our Xiao Clan of bullying you. Taking turns to fight? Young man… you were very arrogant. Do you want to play with me?"

Xiao Ming pointed his s.h.i.+mmering iron hook at a faraway man behind Qian w.a.n.guan. He was asking to combat with Jiang Yi!