Legend Of Fuyao 254 Untitled

Everything was dependent on the heart.

Even if she once wanted to kill her, Meng Fuyao couldn't help as her heart softened. 'Ah, the top ten martial arts pract.i.tioners are so interesting, they're all precious gems. There's no point in fighting to the death; just s.n.a.t.c.hing her position is good enough.'

Smiling, she slowly lifted Destiny Rebellion up and clearly enunciated each word. "Only if you have the ability to order me!"

Fog's eyebrows twitched as she looked at Meng Fuyao, a little surprised. "A challenge?"

Meng Fuyao nodded. "Yes, a challenge."

Fang Yimo, who had retreated to one side by this point smiled. "It has been 30 years since anyone challenged the top ten."

"Then let's start with me." Meng Fuyao grinned broadly. "If I may trouble Sage Starlight to be the judge."

"Were you the one that killed Mist?" questioned Fog abruptly. "I've seen him getting hurt by you, and according to the rules, you are already qualified to be one of the top ten."

"In the case of the death of Mist, I made use of coincidences that happened and some traps," replied Meng Fuyao. "But now, I will use nothing but my skills to win you."

"Condition?"

"If I lose I will be in your hands, you can do whatever you want to me—you can shred me into pieces and dig out Moon Soul's inner energy." Meng Fuyao laughed. "But if you lose, your position in the top ten martial arts pract.i.tioner will be mine, and you have to promise that you will never be involved in the Xuanyuan family matters again."

Fog looked down as her fingers tightened around the bronze mirror. "Go on."

She retreated, not daring to underestimate Meng Fuyao's abilities. She clenched her fist, sending the bronze mirror in the air. Immediately, layers of mist started forming. The Sky, Earth, Water, Wood, Nature, all elements of matter started rising and surrounded Meng Fuyao.

Instead of retreating, Meng Fuyao advanced, drawing a snow white arc with her dagger in mid-air. The force of the dagger cut through the land, slicing apart flowers that grew far away. The dried leaves that settled into the crevices of the cliffs were instantly rendered into a fine powder, scattering into the sky. The cracks that ran across the cliff slowly widened.

The idle Fang Yi Mo, who was sitting on the peak of the cliff with his sleeves swaying leisurely with the wind, frowned slightly and with a flick of a finger, the cracks immediately stopped widening.

On the other side, the battle had already begun. Fog's mist immediately wrapped itself around Meng Fuyao, eager to keep her trapped in the formation of mountains and rivers. But Meng Fuyao, who had already experienced the formation, was determined to not fall for it. She had long calculated her footsteps, customized it to the geography of the cliff. With every careful move she made, she took advantage of her abundant inner energy to instead slowly trap Fog in her own formation and bring the state of the battle to something that was more beneficial to her.

Fang Yimo sat on the escarpment in a relaxed manner as he watched the battle indifferently. Even though he knew that Meng Fuyao's abilities had increased, he still had little hope for her; after all, the top ten martial arts pract.i.tioners were renowned and had become an untouchable existence. But as the battle went on, Fang Yimo was thoroughly surprised.

This girl kept impressing him every time they met… She seemed to have just leveled up but yet, she had already managed to figure out the beginnings of the law of nature. In the battle of the strong, with one's own inner energy as the foundation, the person who was able to freely control the rhythm and pace of the battle was the winner! And this girl had managed to quietly push Fog into her own trap. In addition, even though Fog knew of her plans, Fog couldn't escape it!

He sat there, focused on the battle, unaware of the widening crack on the rock beneath him. In that instant, the place where he was sitting was controlled by Meng Fuyao as part of a battlefield. Fang Yimo hastily flicked his fingers to stop the widening cracks and finally managed to regain his balance, albeit a little fl.u.s.tered.

The wind howled as the mist scattered and gathered. Commanding the wind, Meng Fuyao turned and yelled, "Collapse!"

With a flash of black light, Destiny Rebellion made its appearance but vanished a second later. Suddenly, the dagger had flown out mysteriously from behind her knees, directly towards Fog's forehead!

Shhh—

The sharp dagger cut through the shrieking wind. The soft, fluffy mist was mercilessly sliced apart by this ruthless blade, knocking against the two sides of the cliff with such force. With a flash of light, Fog's figure was revealed, and that black dagger was now between her brows!

"Go!"

It was a deep, powerful, and low yell. Fog's bronze mirror shot out a gray ray of light. The two opposing forces collided and suddenly, the black dagger veered off course and rushed towards the bronze mirror. With a "ching," the mirror cracked, and the residue force threw Fog off balance.

"Fall!"

Before Meng Fuyao's scream had ended, her punch had already reached! Every move and change was within her calculation. The pure force of her punch had stirred up the winds, changing the direction of the wind, knocking down a gigantic tree thirty feet away. The tree had coincidentally crashed onto the stone Fang Yimo was resting on.

The force of this punch had pushed Fog backward, and suddenly, her body tipped over, and there was nothing beneath her feet. Before she knew it, gravity had pulled her downwards.

She was forced down the cliff by Meng Fuyao!

Fang Yimo immediately stood up. The black figure beside him flashed past, and Meng Fuyao had already made her way down. Her inner energy was at its peak, and every part of her was strengthened and protected. That black figure had rushed down the cliff faster than the speed that Fog was descending!

She made her way down like an eagle, brus.h.i.+ng past the surface of the water that sat at the bottom of the cliff. Swinging Destiny Rebellion in her hand, she had created waves of water!

Fog did a somersault in mid-air, ready to commence an attack once again. She was about to make use of the water and the mist to trap Meng Fuyao, but who could have thought that Meng Fuyao would take action first.

The first rays of copper hues finally made their appearance as the sun peeked out of the horizon. The river now glimmered gold under the light as Destiny Rebellion created waves. Tiny beads of water sparkled in the air as beautiful tiny rainbows formed. Fog quickly retreated as the droplets of water splattered over her bronze mirror.

"The rise of the sun! The dispersal of mist!"

Fog hollered as she was forced to retreat by the water walls. She counter-attacked, making use of the winds and clouds. The huge pieces of dark clouds rolled over, bringing it the angry sounds of thunder as it cruelly crushed onto Meng Fuyao!

Fog was now thoroughly angered.

Meng Fuyao sneered. With the dagger, Meng Fuyao commanded a pillar of white light that was brighter than the rising sun and welcomed the gray, dark force.

The two met in the air, giving their all in that one move they had exchanged!

Bang!

The rays of light lingered in the air as the black-white forces met with each other. What followed the collision was an explosion as the two forces attempted to engulf each other. Then, one could see the white pillar gradually getting longer and longer and eventually, swallowing the black force into nothingness!

Rosy clouds, black midst, jade white!

A three-colored rainbow!

Under the odd rainbow, the man looked up in awe.

On the river bank, a man donned in light purple smiled slightly as he watched his G.o.ddess.

A little further down, the girl beside the campfire turned back, while the unconscious man had been rudely awakened by the deafening sound. He shot up, immediately surveying his surroundings.

Further down on Zhuling Mountain, the mist dispersed, and the man with bright eyes stopped in his tracks as he gazed in the direction of the sky. The three-colored rainbow reflected in his eyes.

In the bustling city, Xuanyuan Cheng stood beside a window in the tallest tower in the capital, with his hands by the window frames. The height of the tower had allowed him to have the full view of the city and beyond. His eyes looked in the direction of the Zhuling Mountain. Countless people had noticed this odd rainbow and excitedly watched upon this strange phenomenon caused by an anonymous elite martial art pract.i.tioner on Zhuling Mountain.

Meanwhile, at the cliff of Zhuling.

The battle had yet to end, but the winner had been decided.

The black force shot towards the sh.o.r.e, and the white light followed suit.

The two landed on the sh.o.r.e in succession.

The sound of the wind faded; The sh.o.r.e was now in a state of desolation.

Fog back faced Meng Fuyao with her long robe dragging on the floor. Two cracks ran across the rumored "invincible" bronze mirror that Fog had held onto.

The first crack was made when Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye combined their powers to attack and the second crack was made at the last move.

The lady had her hands behind her back. Her back was straight as usual as a bleak sigh escaped her lips.

She hesitated. And then she finally admitted defeat. "I lost."

Lost…

Fang Yimo stood there blankly as he came back to his senses and slowly repeated, "Yes. Fog lost."

One of the top ten martial artists that no one had challenged for the past thirty years. Thirty years of being the pinnacle of martial arts in the eyes of others. Thirty years of not hearing the word 'lost.' Fang Yimo would have never thought that in this lifetime, he would have the chance to utter such a declaration. As the declaration left his mouth, he somehow felt disappointed; after all, Fog's loss was his too.

He sighed and suddenly wanted to sit down and rest… Perhaps, they had all gotten old.

But there was nothing to sit on!

In his shock, he had forgotten to use his inner energy to keep the crack from widening, and Meng Fuyao's ferocious inner energy had destroyed the entire cliff. There was nowhere to sit, nothing left to maintain his cool and elegant aura.