Chapter 2208 - 2205: Trap in Words

Chapter 2208: Chapter 2205: Trap in Words

But the Sky Halberd stopped at the last moment, less than a finger’s distance from Situ Chang. Such a heavy weapon, yet controlled so freely, made Lin Tian think of a phrase, "lifting weight as if it were light."

This was the fastest battle since the beginning of the tournament, taking everyone by surprise.

Sweat beaded on Situ Chang’s forehead, and he dared not move. He stammered, "You... you won."

Yuwen Xingjian withdrew the Sky Halberd and said coolly, "I told you, without the Qixue Sword, you’re no match for me."

Situ Chang felt hugely relieved and quickly retreated, even abandoning his broken sword. Yet when he returned to the Situ family’s position and saw Situ Yuanzhong with a darkened face, he could only lower his head and didn’t dare utter a sound.

"The Situ family has already been eliminated twice, showing their lack of strength. However, the Sky Halberd can easily cut through weapons; it’s truly not undeserved fame. I wonder if the Heavenly Silkworm Silk gloves can withstand it," Lin Tian said curiously.

Miss, Xiao Manxuan, and Yun Xiaotian also looked at Ling Shuiyao, who shook her head and said, "No, the Sky Halberd is a heavy weapon, with greater cutting ability and power. Moreover, Yuwen Xingjian’s strength is much greater than Situ Ruoling’s. Of course, if Situ Yuanzhong were using the Qixue Sword, the Heavenly Silkworm Silk gloves wouldn’t be able to withstand it either."

The group understood this principle: the same treasured item from a sect can display different power in the hands of people with varying strengths.

"Next match, Huang Xiaopang versus Hou Xinchang!"

This match featured two independent ancient martial practitioners. However, these two names attracted immense attention because one had revealed the Kanglong Mace and the other had demonstrated the Mo Blade Technique.

These items had long been lost in the Ancient Martial World, and now appearing with these two individuals naturally drew much attention, and some aristocratic families were already thinking of recruiting them.

"It’s my turn." Little Fatty smiled honestly, carrying his plump body onto the arena.

This seemingly clumsy body had been laughed at by other ancient martial artists in the past. Now, no one dared laugh anymore because they hadn’t even advanced through the elimination rounds, yet Fatty had.

His opponent, Hou Xinchang, also stepped onto the stage, still very polite and bending in salute, even more so than the sons of aristocratic families. Yet Lin Tian saw from Hou Xinchang’s subtle expressions that these courtesies weren’t out of respect for his opponent but merely out of habit.

Lin Tian felt a stir inside, reminded of a type of person, though he wasn’t entirely sure.

"Mr. Huang, shall we compete with weapons or fists?" Hou Xinchang asked the same question.

Little Fatty scratched his head, chuckled awkwardly, "No need to call me ’Mister,’ just use my name. I’m okay with anything."

In Fatty’s heart, only someone like Lin Tian deserved to be called "Mister," so he felt embarrassed being addressed as "Mr. Huang."

"In that case, shall we compete with fists first, and then with weapons?" Hou Xinchang’s eyes flashed as he proposed a seemingly fair suggestion.

"That’s too wicked; Hou Xinchang is bullying Fatty’s honesty, misleading him to compete in fist fights because Hou Xinchang fears his blade can’t compete against the Kanglong Mace!" Ling Shuiyao said indignantly.

"You’re right; Hou Xinchang may seem to understand etiquette and rules, but he’s actually very cunning. Still, if viewed objectively, this is also a strategy and doesn’t violate any rules," Lin Tian replied rationally.

Despite his words, Lin Tian was still displeased with Hou Xinchang. Initially seeing promise in him due to the Mo Blade Technique, he didn’t expect this guy to bully the honest Fatty.

"Should we remind Fatty?" Yun Xiaotian asked, being unfamiliar with the rules.

Miss shook her head, "No, once you’re on the stage, no one else can give pointers. Otherwise, if the aristocratic families have their elites guiding from the sidelines, the whole competition would be a mess."

This rule seems unfair, but it actually protects independent ancient martial practitioners to a certain extent. Because aristocratic elites have formidable strength and can easily see through flaws in the competition, if they guide their members on how to counter, the independent ancient martial practitioners would stand no chance.

"Fatty won’t foolishly agree with Hou Xinchang, will he?" Xiao Manxuan said helplessly, since during the fistfight, Fatty might be beaten by Hou Xinchang and lose his combat ability, making the subsequent weapon fight unnecessary.

As soon as the little girl finished speaking, Fatty Huang nodded and said, "I have no objections."

Fatty Huang’s agreement made many spectators shake their heads, as many had already noticed Hou Xinchang’s suggestion was a trap, but Fatty eagerly jumped into it.

"Mr. Huang is truly straightforward; I admire you." Hou Xinchang bowed politely again, making Fatty Huang even more embarrassed.

Bong...

The bell rang, signaling the start of the competition. Hou Xinchang, who had been polite and amicable, suddenly restrained his smile.

He slightly curved his back and suddenly charged at Fatty. His steps were somewhat strange, with each step covering a short distance, like tiny steps, but the speed at which his feet alternated was very fast, so his charging speed was swift.

Stranger still, he held one hand in front of him in a half-pressing gesture and kept the other behind his back, somewhat like the posture of charging on horseback. However, a horse’s steps aren’t tiny like this.

Fatty Huang stood motionless like a mountain, letting his opponent charge at him.

With a swish, Hou Xinchang suddenly swung the hand he had kept behind his back in an arc. His palm acted as a blade, like a long knife slashing out.

This slash was incredibly fierce and sudden, tearing through the air and even producing a sharp whistling sound. In a fleeting moment, the crowd seemed to see a long knife slicing through the air, dividing the figure in front into two.

The offensive was fierce, with a hint of a bloody storm. Of course, this was an illusion, as the Mo Blade Technique originated from the battlefield, and Hou Xinchang used his hand as a substitute for the blade, creating this illusion.

This is not a battlefield, and there are no bloodstained corpses, only the aura projected into the hearts of the spectators when an ancient martial technique is unleashed.

Ji Zimo’s use of the Holy Heaven Seal had the same effect, projecting a supreme and unparalleled majesty into his opponent’s mind, influencing them.

Fatty Huang didn’t panic or fear. This guy, though somewhat dull, had the advantage of a broad heart, a generous form, and didn’t know what fear was.

He swung his sturdy arm like wielding an iron whip, smashing into Hou Xinchang’s hand-blade.

Bam...

Palm and arm collided, producing a dull sound. Those with keen eyesight could see Fatty Huang’s "fat" shaking, and his massive form was knocked back several steps by Hou Xinchang’s impact force.

Hou Xinchang revealed a grin, seemingly confident that Fatty’s right arm was now rendered useless. He believed that the hand-blade, which he had long prepared with power, could easily cut through steel, let alone flesh.

Taking out one arm would leave the double mace with only one, significantly reducing its power. This was Hou Xinchang’s strategy; he even intended to disable Fatty’s both arms entirely, so Fatty would lose the ability to fight.