Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! - Chapter 254: Li Meiying Vs Shui Lian’er!

Chapter 254: Li Meiying Vs Shui Lian’er!

The arena was still buzzing with disbelief, the echoes of Bai Xueqing’s overwhelming victory hanging heavy in the air.

Zhao Chen’s broken pride lay as a stark reminder—of just who Bai Xueqing was, especially to the other competitors.

This was the wall they had to climb if they wished to win the competition.

Zhao Wutian couldn’t help but seethe with anger.

First Bai Zihan, who had humiliated their Zhao Clan time and again, and now this Bai Xueqing.

It felt as though from the very start of the competition, nothing had gone their way—each step only adding to their disgrace.

Now, with Zhao Chen’s defeat, none of the Zhao Clan remained in the tournament.

Which meant one of the empire’s Top Three Clans couldn’t even place a single genius in the Top Ten of the Dragon and Phoenix Ranking.

Something that hadn’t happened in a very, very long time.

But the tournament did not pause.

Even as attendants carried Zhao Chen’s unconscious body away, the formation masters dispersed the lingering frost, restoring the arena to its pristine state.

The announcer’s booming voice cut through the clamor, pulling the crowd’s attention back to the stage.

“Next—our second match of Round Four!”

Murmurs surged instantly.

Although it was disappointing that the last fight ended so quickly—without the legendary clash they had hoped for—it was still a sight few would ever forget.

And now, anticipation burned hotter.

The referee’s voice thundered across the arena.

“Round Four, Match Two—Li Meiying of the Li Clan Vs Shui Lianer of the Celestial Jade Hall!”

A wave of excitement swept the stands.

Two new figures stepped onto the stage.

Their names alone carried weight, their reputations already well-known among the empire’s young generation.

But more than that—All Shui Lianer’s opponents have been mysteriously knocked unconscious without so much as lifting a hand in resistance.

Could the same thing happen again, even against someone as strong as Li Meiying?

After Bai Xueqing’s crushing display, one truth had burned itself into everyone’s hearts:

Even among geniuses, there were mountains that towered too high to be scaled.

Someone considered “invincible” within their own circle could still be crushed in an instant.

Would this fight end the same way—one overwhelming the other in a single decisive strike?

Or would it be a battle of equals, a hard-fought clash where victory was decided only by the narrowest of margins?

They will soon find out.

Shui Lianer’s every step was unhurried, unshaken, as though she were merely strolling through a tranquil garden.

Her pale robes swayed with elegance, her expression serene, untouchable.

To the crowd, she looked like a flawless figure carved from jade—unshaken by worldly dust.

Li Meiying followed, her delicate features calm, her posture straight, her poise unbroken.

Outwardly, she seemed equally composed—a warrior’s discipline carved into her very bones.

But beneath that still surface, her thoughts churned.

(Damn it! I really have to fight this weirdo? Just staring at her face was enough to knock someone out cold!)

Her expression didn’t falter, but inside her mind was a storm.

There was high encouragement from the Li Clan’s section.

“Li Meiying, you can do it!”

“Show them the strength of our Li Clan!”

“No matter what trick she has, it won’t work on Li Meiying!”

But Li Meiying herself wasn’t so certain.

(No… no, there’s no way that was just a trick. Making geniuses collapse instantly—without even the elders realizing what happened—that isn’t some simple parlor trick… right?)

Her stomach tightened at the thought of being humiliated in the same way as the others.

She had prepared something, a measure she hoped would protect her…

But whether it would work, she had no idea.

(Let’s just hope this works…)

She forced her heartbeat to steady as she stepped into the arena.

Two figures now stood opposite each other in the grand stage.

The referee’s hand chopped downward.

“Begin!”

Li Meiying inhaled sharply, her lashes lowering the instant the word left his mouth.

She would not make the same mistake as the others.

If Shui Lianer truly possessed some unfathomable power in her gaze, then she would cut it off at the root.

She would fight blind if she had to.

Her body tensed, Qi circulating, her every sense sharpened.

For cultivators at their level, sight was only one of many senses they relied upon. Even with her eyes closed, she still had countless ways to perceive her surroundings.

The crowd buzzed with speculation.

“She closed her eyes!”

“Smart move. If it’s really Shui Lianer’s eyes that caused her opponent to be knocked out, she might have a chance!”

“Could this be the first time someone forces Shui Lianer into a real fight?”

Some nodded faintly in approval, while others sneered, dismissing it as naïve.

But all were intrigued.

After all, aside from those within the Celestial Jade Hall, no one had any idea what technique Sui Lian’er was using.

Did her power truly stem from her eyes, from direct contact, or was it something else entirely?

At least one of those questions would surely be answered today.

Across from her, Shui Lianer remained perfectly still.

Her serene expression was unchanged—like a jade lotus untouched by wind or storm.

Li Meiying steadied her breathing, repeating to herself like a mantra:

(Stay calm. Don’t look. Don’t falter. Whatever it is, I won’t give her the chance—)

The thought cut short.

Her knees gave way.

Her circulating Qi shattered like fragile glass.

Before anyone could even blink, her body struck the cold arena floor with a dull thud.

Unconscious!

Gasps tore through the stands.

“What?! She didn’t even look at her!”

“Then… then it wasn’t the eyes?!”

The referee froze for a breath, then rushed forward, checking her condition which was the same as the opponent before her.

“Winner—Shui Lianer!”

Chaos exploded across the arena.

If it wasn’t her eyes… then what was it?

What kind of unfathomable method could Shui Lianer be using—one that even shutting one’s eyes could not defend against?

Even the Elders of the great sects exchanged grim looks, whispering among themselves—or choosing silence.

As attendants carried Li Meiying’s limp body away, Shui Lianer stood as she always had.

Unmoving. Unshaken.

A flawless figure of jade, her calm gaze fixed forward, as if everything had unfolded exactly as it should.

“Thank you for the match!”

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