Chapter 1271: Victory

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

The people watching the battle could not recover for a moment.

‘What happened?’

How did it suddenly end?

The two of them had just drawn their swords! They had not seen enough!

“Aren’t they still standing?”

“Yes, did you hit the wrong gong?”

“Without the approval of the Elder Council, who would dare to ring the gong?”

This situation was the same as the battle between the descendant of the Jin family and Saintess Red Lotus, many people were confused.

“Can you tell who won?”

“I don’t know. Neither of them moved. It was as if they were frozen there!”

“Purple Marquis must have won!”

“That’s right. Duanmu Yun is not the Purple Marquis’s match at all! ThePurple Marquis already beat him half to death without drawing his sword. What can he do when he draws his sword?”

“You’re right! No one can win the sword technique of the Hidden Sword Villa!”

The white-robed man in the crowd said calmly, “Duanmu Yun won.”

A disciple at the side said, “What nonsense are you talking about? Do you know how to read?”

The man in white did not say anything and turned to leave.

“Tsk.”

That disciple rolled his eyes and was about to shout that the Purple Marquis was mighty when he heard someone shout, “Look!”

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw sticky blood dripping between Duanmu Yun and Purple Marquis.

Tap, tap, tap.

Drop after drop, as heavy as a thousand pounds, smashed into the arena and everyone’s hearts.

The noisy martial arts arena instantly fell silent.

“You…”

The Purple Marquis looked at Wei Ting in disbelief. He let go of the longsword in his hand and fell to the ground.

“Hiss—”

Gasps sounded all around!

The fallen was actually the Purple Marquis!

Wei Ting was covered in blood.

The blood was not his. The moment the Purple Marquis fell to the ground, the long sword was pulled out of his body, revealing a bloody blade.

Wei Ting’s thumb calmly wiped away the blood on his chin.

It was a simple action, but one could see endless dominance and sharpness.

He was very young, even younger than the Purple Marquis.

In his eyes, there was even greater ambition than the Purple Marquis.

From the descendant of the Jin family to Duanmu Yun, everyone had misjudged again and again. They were simply about to doubt their lives.

“I can understand how the descendant of the Jin family defeated Saintess Red Lotus. It was the Snow Region Heavenly Silk, but how did Duanmu Yun defeat Purple Marquis?”

That move was too fast and violent. Few disciples and wandering martial artists like them could understand it.

“Eh? Where’s that person just now? The one who said that Duanmu Yun won, he must have understood!”

“Let’s go.”

The big bosses on the observation platform could naturally understand how Duanmu Yun had won.

In terms of martial arts and internal strength, he was not on the same level as the Purple Marquis.

The reason why he could suppress the Purple Marquis just now was all because of his understanding of the Purple Marquis’s weakness. Once he broke away from this advantage, he would have no chance of winning.

It was unexpected that he could win.

However, after seeing that sword, they felt that Purple Marquis had lost unjustly.

“Fast.”

Qi Yao said.

It was very fast.

It made people feel that he had spent his entire life practicing this move.

Of course, Wei Ting had not only practiced one move. He knew many moves. Otherwise, how could he survive on the battlefield?

However, Qi Yao’s judgment was not completely wrong, because Wei Ting had indeed only practiced this move for ten years from the age of three to 13.

A complicated look flashed across Wei Xu’s eyes.

He recognized this sword technique… He had taught it.

Wei Ting had displayed astonishing memory talent since he was young. At the age of three, he could already read more words than his brothers, and he knew the Thousand Character Classic and the Curse Classic like the back of his hand.

It was rare for the Wei family to have someone who knew how to read, so they naturally nurtured him carefully.

However, the three-year-old Wei Ting was very envious when he saw his brothers practicing martial arts. He asked, “Can I learn it?”

Wei Xu thought that he was just having fun. After all, this child liked to study so much. How could he fall in love with dancing with knives and guns?

He casually taught him a strike.

“Why is there only one strike?”

“One strike is enough.”

He was coaxing him to play. He felt that when he was no longer in the mood, he would not practice anymore.

How could he know that this stubborn little fellow had secretly practiced for ten years?

“This move… I’ve never seen it before,” Su Xiaoxiao muttered.

The Palace Lord exclaimed, “A sword at the peak.”

If he had used it to deal with the Seven Absolutes Sect that night, the Seven Absolutes Sect would probably have suffered a huge loss.

The Elder Council announced Duanmu Yun’s victory.

Wei Ting was neither arrogant nor impatient as he calmly walked down the arena.

“If others win, they have to show off their qinggong at the event location. Young Master Duanmu is really low-key.”

“I announce that my impression of him has changed.”

“He doesn’t put on airs and doesn’t show off. This is the martial arts genius that we, the people of the martial world, should be proud of.”

Amidst the praise, Wei Ting steadily returned to the observation platform of the Hundred Flowers Palace.

Everyone’s eyes followed him.

The Palace Lord raised her hand and waved it, lowering the wooden curtain that had been rolled up on all sides.

There were a total of two layers of curtain on the observation platform. The wooden curtain was very hidden. Outsiders could not enter, and they could not see through it.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, the wooden curtain would be rolled up, leaving only the bead curtain to symbolically isolate the people within.

The light in the observation platform dimmed.

Wei Ting could no longer hold on. His knees went weak and he fell.

Wei Xu quickly supported his son.

Wei Ting held back from making a sound.

Xing’er’s eyes widened in fear, but she did not say anything.

Lu Aotian: “You…”

Xing’er grabbed a handful of jelly beans and stuffed them into his mouth!

Su Xiaoxiao’s expression froze as she quickly took out the first aid kit.

Wei Xu helped his son sit down beside Su Xiaoxiao.

The Palace Lord shouted, “Why are you so ruthless? You have blood all over you. Hurry up and change your clothes!”

Su Xiaoxiao unbuttoned Wei Ting’s clothes. “Xing’er, take that blue shirt.”

Xing’er cooperated and said, “Miss! I forgot to bring the blue one!”

Su Xiaoxiao looked at Wei Ting’s bruised waist and frowned. “Then choose any one! Hurry, the next round is coming up. Don’t miss it!”

Xing’er said, “Let me look for it!”

Granny Ghost took Wei Ting’s pulse and said in a low voice, “You were injured by the Purple Marquis’s sword qi. Also, you’ve exhausted too much energy. Is this strike meant to kill the enemy or yourself?”

This strike had a price.

It was extremely powerful. After using it, he would immediately fall into a weak state.

Therefore, Wei Ting rarely used it.

“Will Young Master be fine?” Xing’er asked softly.

If something happened to Young Master, what would happen to Miss?

Su Xiaoxiao looked at Granny Nie eagerly. “Granny.”

Granny Nie reluctantly took out a bottle of pills.

She lost 4,000 taels.

She didn’t want to give it to him at all.

Fifteen minutes later, the Palace Lord got Ling Yin to roll up the curtain.

The rich smell of golden sore medicine spread out.

When everyone looked at the observation platform of the Flower Palace again, Wei Ting had already sat upright. Su Xiaoxiao was applying medicine to the wound at the corner of his mouth.

“Husband, remember to avoid your face next time.”

“You’ve already applied half a bottle of this on a small injury.”

“I’m just afraid that you’ll disfigure yourself.”

In the following martial arts competition, there was no lack of exciting battles. However, there were no more unknown people like the descendant of the Jin family and Duanmu Yun who defeated the geniuses of the heavens.

It was either an absolute suppression, such as the eldest disciple of the Walkabout Sect defeating the disciples of the Sea Sand Gang, or an evenly matched battle, such as the Thousand Possibilities Pavilion fighting a bitter battle with the Heavenly Jade Hall.

It was exciting, but it was a little… not exciting enough.

They really wanted to see Duanmu Yun and the descendant of the Jin family go on stage again!

The eldest senior brother and sixth junior sister of the Hundred Flowers Palace advanced, and the second senior sister lost to the Slave Killer of the Thousand Possibilities Pavilion.