adbindia Chapter 1882 - 1753: Who Else Wants to Step Up?
Chapter 1882 - 1753: Who Else Wants to Step Up?
Gao Yiping’s gaze was icy, and without a word, he swung his fist at Little Sword God the moment he jumped onto the arena.
Little Sword God drew his sword, showing no sign of panic, and swung it to attack.
Despite being tall and sturdy, Gao Yiping moved incredibly swiftly, dodging Little Sword God’s attack with an extremely twisted posture.
The first sword strike missed.
Following up, Little Sword God smoothly launched a second attack.
This strike was as fast as lightning; the cold gleam flashed, and the sword was already in front of Gao Yiping, leaving no room to evade.
It seemed like this strike would claim Gao Yiping’s life.
But in that split second, Gao Yiping clapped his palms together, remarkably catching the blade.
The sword edge didn’t lose momentum, sliding forward in Gao Yiping’s hands, slicing his palms and causing blood to drip.
Seeing the sword tip about to pierce Gao Yiping, the sword blade slowly stopped, firmly clamped by Gao Yiping’s palms.
"What great strength!"
Gasps of astonishment filled the arena, all were amazed by Gao Yiping’s power.
Moreover, he seemed unfazed by the injuries to his hands, not feeling the pain of the sword slicing his palms.
Little Sword God’s face tensed, he jerked the sword sharply, but the blade was tightly clamped and instead pulled Gao Yiping closer.
Indeed, with just a short distance, Gao Yiping gained control, and Little Sword God lost control of the sword, falling into a disadvantage.
Gao Yiping’s palms remained still, while his legs continually kicked at Little Sword God’s lower body.
Clearly, Little Sword God wasn’t skilled in martial arts; after blocking a few kicks, he was struck on the leg by Gao Yiping and stumbled, almost falling.
He exerted force to withdraw the long sword, engaging in close combat with Gao Yiping.
But at this close range, his sword advantage was immediately lost, and after exchanging a dozen moves, Gao Yiping, risking a sword hit on his arm, kicked Little Sword God out of the arena.
Even when landing, Little Sword God kept a firm grip on his sword.
"Hiss..."
The crowd drew in a sharp breath, stunned by Gao Yiping’s combat prowess.
Little Sword God had killed Tang Yuyun with three strikes, yet was defeated by Gao Yiping, showcasing Gao Yiping’s impressive strength.
"Little Sword God!"
Song Yun, Juan Mao, and Master Bei’s expressions changed dramatically, and they quickly ran towards Little Sword God.
Helping Little Sword God up and seeing he was alright, the three breathed a sigh of relief.
Gao Yiping approached the edge of the arena, clasped his hands towards Little Sword God, and smiled: "Worthy to be Senior Sanjian’s excellent apprentice, I concede. However, your three strikes failed to defeat me; it seems you haven’t fully mastered Senior Sanjian’s teachings, you need more training."
The mocking tone in his words was very evident.
Little Sword God’s face sank, he raised his sword to return to the arena.
"No."
Master Bei slightly shook his head, stopping Little Sword God.
Knowing that Little Sword God was not a match for Gao Yiping, continuing the fight would still lead to defeat.
Juan Mao said seriously: "Looks like this bastard fears your master, otherwise he would’ve killed you."
As soon as Juan Mao spoke, Gao Yiping pointed at him, provocatively saying: "Next up, Luo..."
Upon hearing this, Song Yun and the others felt a jolt in their hearts.
This jerk on the stage was clearly targeting all four of them.
Juan Mao’s abilities were not even as strong as Little Sword God; if he went up, the outcome would be the same—defeat.
Before Gao Yiping could finish his sentence, Song Yun leaped onto the arena and shouted: "He who harms my brothers, dies!"
"He who harms my brothers, dies!"
Song Yun roared, without hiding his intent to kill Gao Yiping, fiercely aggressive.
The crowd was shocked by his recklessness.
Though Tang Xiaoyun and Duan Chenfeng had died before, no one openly intended to kill; yet Song Yun’s words made it clear he wanted Gao Yiping’s life.
"Big talk!"
"Song Yun, you four destroyed the Tang Family, it’s enraging both gods and men, do you really think you’re invincible, that no one can deal with you?"
"Today is the Blood Flow Path’s founding ceremony, a time for sparring and exchanges, and yet you intend to kill, you’re too arrogant!"
The crowd, mostly supporters of Blood Flow Path, started clamoring.
Song Yun’s lips curled into a cold smile, scanning the crowd, he yelled: "Enough with the gibberish, I’ll kill Gao Yiping, anyone with the guts can come fight me afterwards. Everyone shut up now; your lip service is nothing but garbage."
This statement left everyone dumbfounded.
Song Yun’s arrogance was beyond their imagination.
This man completely disregarded everyone; he was here to cause trouble.
At this moment, Xun’s face was very grim; he initially wanted to preemptively kill Song Yun. Little did he know Song Yun would jump out and say such arrogant things, completely disregarding Blood Flow Path.
The grand atmosphere of today’s ceremony was utterly ruined by Song Yun.
Xun’s face turned dark, and he quietly made a throat-slitting gesture to Gao Yiping on stage, signaling him to kill Song Yun.
Beside the arena, Zhou Shangtian and Zhu Ji saw Xun’s indication and showed excitement, looking forward to the fight and Gao Yiping killing Song Yun.
Gao Yiping nodded slightly to Xun, indicating he received the order.
Then he looked at Song Yun, smirked coldly, and said: "Song Yun, we are sparring, injuries are inevitable, but you speak of killing, are you disregarding all the heroes here?"
"I am disregarding them, so what?"
"Among you, who truly deserves the title of hero?"
Song Yun shouted coldly, stepping forward, overbearing and fearless of public anger.
Gao Yiping initially wanted to provoke Song Yun, but didn’t expect Song Yun to be so brazen, he was struck dumb.