Chapter 67: Arch-Enemy

  After 10 days, the outer gate trial ended and 100 quotas were decided. At this time, only disciples of the 11th and 12th layers of Qi training remained.

  The next match will be played in a best-of-five format. If one team wins four consecutive games, they can advance to the top 10 and then compete in the final to determine their ranking.

  Luoyu's goal is to enter the top ten, as long as she gets a quota for the Qinghuang Secret Recipe, she thinks her strength can enter the top ten without any problem, but winning the championship is out of the question.

  Luo Yu's first two matches were against opponents at the 11th level of Qi refinement, so she easily won. In the third match, her opponent was a male cultivator at the 12th level of Qi refinement, but his strength was average and he was defeated by Luo Yu using the Qingyun Sword, which also made Luo Yu and the Qingyun Sword somewhat famous. At this point, only a few people were left in the 11th level of Qi refinement, and Luo Yu was one of them.

  Golden Crow rises into the sky, sunlight shines on all things, Luo Yu stands on the 35th battlefield.

  This is Luo Yu's fourth match. This time she welcomed a strong enemy, Hou Yong, who had achieved great perfection in his internal energy cultivation. He was the one with the highest chances of winning the championship.

  Luo Yu guessed that the people who arranged the matches might be trying to eliminate all the Qi Refining 11th layer cultivators, otherwise why would all the remaining Qi Refining 11th layer cultivators be matched against strong opponents, with Hou Yong being the strongest among them. However, such an arrangement was also reasonable, after all, in their eyes, even if a Qi Refining 11th layer cultivator was strong, they were still limited and couldn't enter the top ten, so it was better to eliminate them early on.

  "Xiao Yuefeng, Hou Yong, I've seen Huang Shimei!"

  Hou Yong is a man of refined and elegant demeanor, with occasional flashes of sharp light in his eyes, indicating that he should not be underestimated.

  "Zhaoxia Peak, Huang Lao Yi has seen Master Hou!" Luo Yu bowed his hands in return.

  "Huang Shi Mei, look at my sword!"

  Hou Yong was a decisive person, after a hint, he swiftly drew out a dark and ancient long sword from his back, without any feints, and stabbed it straight into Luo Yu's chest.

  "Clang!" Sparks flew, Luo Yu swung the Qingyun sword to block, but suddenly felt a pang in her chest. She immediately retreated two steps, and with a glance, she discovered a small notch on the Qingyun sword.

  Luo Yu was shocked, this sword is not simple, and Hou Yong may be a Sword Cultivator.

  As thoughts turned, Luo Yu suddenly shot out a fireball towards Hei Jian, resolving the crisis.

  Her treasure was no match for the opponent, and she wanted to get close to fight but was blocked by Hou Yong's black sword. Luoyu had to use her divine steps to wander around the battlefield, her ten fingers agilely flipping, fast enough to only see a virtual shadow, five-colored spiritual light shooting out in all directions, fireballs, giant trees, stones, water flows, and golden blades taking turns to attack, barely blocking the black sword's offensive. Luoyu tried hard to find Hou Yong's weakness, waiting for an opportunity to defeat him.

  Hou Yong had been using the Gale Sword Technique to counterattack. This sword technique only required an ordinary outer sect disciple to pay 10,000 points to exchange for it, but in Hou Yong's hands, it perfectly interpreted the two words "gale" and was as fast as a gale. Only a faint shadow could be seen, completely sealing off Luo Yu's attacks, and even finding gaps to launch sword energy attacks at Luo Yu.

  The performance on stage is wonderful, and the audience off stage is enthusiastic.

  "Unexpectedly, this fat woman was actually able to withstand Brother Wang's attack, and after a moment, there was no sign of defeat. Rare indeed!"

  "Yes, her cultivation is even lower than that of Master Hou by a whole level. Could she be the dark horse who will win this time?"

  "It's not going to be a landslide victory, you see her magic is endless, her spiritual power must be depleted quickly, and she will soon lose to Wang Shixiong. However, it's possible that she can get second place, after all, so far, no one has been able to hold on for even a minute under Wang Shixiong's hands without losing."

  "Ah ah, makes sense! Qian brother, I'm going to the casino, want to come with me?"

  "Go, go now, but let's keep a low profile, or else we'll attract attention and the stakes of this gamble will change, and our gains will be greatly reduced." Qian surname Shengzi transmitted his voice, and the two quietly left.

  However, there were more clever people than just those two, and several others left one after another.

  However, the person who set up the formation was no fool. He had a mirror, an excellent spiritual artifact that could monitor the entire situation in the square.

  The man in white clothes was reclining on a chaise longue, fanning himself with a fan that moved up and down. Suddenly, the corner of his mouth curled up, and his phoenix eyes rose upwards. "Change the bet for Huang Luoyu to enter the top ten from one to three to one to one."

  The voice was clear and distinct, yet there was a hint of something indescribable that made the young servant standing by his side slightly stunned. He then jumped up like a fire burning on his buttocks, grabbed the brush to change the bet, and afterwards he wiped off the virtual sweat from his forehead, secretly congratulating himself for reacting in time, otherwise he would have been slapped flying by Chu Da Gongzi.

  The child didn't know that it was his quick movements, but rather Chu Yang simply had no intention of bothering with him.

  At this time, Chu Yang was secretly pleased with himself. He had placed bets on two people. One of them was Song Ning, betting that he would win the championship, but the profit wasn't much, only a 1:2 ratio, meaning if he won, he would double his earnings. This was still the initial betting ratio, which had now been changed to 1:1.

  The other person was naturally Luo Yu. He had bet 100 high-grade spirit stones that she would enter the top ten of the outer sect. The initial ratio he set was 1:10, but it was gradually changed to 1:7, 1:5, and then 1:3. Originally, he wanted to bet on her winning the championship, but Luo Yu stopped him because she didn't have complete confidence in winning and wasn't prepared to go all out. If she were seriously injured during the competition, it would delay their trip to the secret realm in half a month.

  For this reason, Chu Yang had even slapped her several times.

  "Clang!" The stone was split in two by the black sword and fell to the ground.

  At this time, Luoyu's spiritual power had been consumed by more than half. She was considering whether to take out the Golden Hoop Stick, which she originally prepared for the final match, so as not to be eliminated in the top ten. But she immediately gave up, even if she took out the Golden Hoop Stick, she might not necessarily win against her opponent. It's better to focus on the fifth game, and the next opponent should not be as powerful as Wang Feng. Even if there is, it will be the same when fighting desperately at that time.

  Luo Yu made a final effort, her ten fingers moving as fast as lightning, the five elements spell like cannonballs, blasting wildly at Wang Feng.

  Hou Yong was knocked back two steps by the magic impact, his law clothes flashing with splendor, his black sword dancing densely without seeing the wind. When he defeated Luo Yu's attack one by one, sweat appeared on his forehead and blood flowed from the tiger's mouth.

  He secretly admired Luo Yu in his heart, at this time the incense stick had burned nearly half, she could still launch such a dense attack, it was clear that her spiritual power was no less than his, if not for the fact that the treasure in her hand was not as good as his, perhaps she would have won by now.

  "Alright, Master Hou, I concede!" Luo Yu said with a smile, her eyes sparkling without a hint of disappointment.

  Hou Yong was taken aback for a moment, then threw his black sword backwards with a soft hum, sheathing it as he bowed his hands in return: "Sister, you've conceded!" This was the truth; if Luo Yu wanted to fight, they should still be able to exchange blows for a while.

  "Good!"

  Someone below the stage shouted loudly in praise, startling the audience below the stage. Suddenly, applause erupted, with claps sounding like thunder.

  It may not be the most brilliant fight, but it's the most satisfying one. No fancy moves, no desperate dodges, just a straightforward confrontation. One person wielded their sword like rain, while the other unleashed a barrage of magic spells, reaching the pinnacle of what a cultivator at the Refining Qi stage could achieve. The crowd below pondered, if they were to take the stage themselves, regardless of who their opponent was, they would likely be defeated in less than half a minute.

  Luo Yu smiled, set off by the morning light, shining brightly, and suddenly everyone felt that this chubby girl had a kind of charm that was completely different from other female cultivators, a sharp beauty!