Severely Wounded

"Yi Yun's hand..."

People's attention was originally drawn to Feng Lin, but then they saw that Yi Yun's hand, which was wielding the sword, was covered in blood, with all the blood vessels bursting, and even his tendons, bones, and meridians were severely damaged.

Just one sword strike was enough to injure Yi Yun's hand so severely.

That sword technique was terrifying...

"Yi Yun's hand is injured like this? The power of that sword move far exceeded Yi Yun 'Yi Yun control. Limited by his cultivation level, the meridians were torn apart by the infusion of such powerful energy..."

The warriors of Tai'a Divine City looked at Yi Yun with great concern.

Such a price to pay with a single sword strike—can Yi Yun still use his hand?

"Yi Yun!"

Just then, the Lord of Tai'a Divine City stood up. He was far away in the VIP seat, and his eyes were full of unreserved praise as he looked at Yi Yun.

"You've done very well. If you can't fight anymore, there's no need to force yourself."

The Lord of Tai'a Divine City did not expect Yi Yun to actually win the overall championship; that would be far too difficult.

Now, the Lord of Tai'a Divine City knows that Yi Yun's right hand is probably no longer usable; at the very least, Yi Yun will never be able to unleash that terrifying sword move again.

His arm couldn't take it anymore.

Without that sword technique, and with his vital energy depleted to only 60-70%, Yi Yun would find it extremely difficult to fight the prodigies of the Cloud Dragon Divine Kingdom in this state; in fact, it would be almost impossible for him to win.

Looking at the Cloud Dragon Divine Kingdom, there were still thirteen people sitting in the contestants' seats. In particular, the pale-faced boy in black caught the attention of the Lord of Tai'a Divine City. His strength was unfathomable among the Origin Foundation Realm martial artists.

In this situation, how can Yi Yun win?

At this moment, the black-clad youth was no longer quietly staying in the corner. He stood up, holding his Longsword, and looked at Yi Yun with his dark eyes.

Yi Yun also looked at the black-clad youth; his right hand was still trembling slightly, and blood was dripping down.

"What a pity..."

Just then, the black-clad youth's voice, transmitted through his inner energy, rang in Yi Yun's ear. The voice was icy and ruthless, sending chills down one's spine. "If I had known you possessed such strength, I would have personally intervened in the battle just now. However, now, with your hands in such a state... you are no longer able to fight me."

The young man in black glanced at Yi Yun's hand, a hint of regret in his eyes.

Although competitors are allowed to take elixirs or relics to heal themselves during the Overall Group Competition races, the effect is extremely limited due to the short time allotted.

Anyone with eyes could see that Yi Yun's hand injury, having damaged his bones and meridians, could only heal a small portion even with immediate treatment. If he used that sword technique again, Yi Yun's hand would likely be completely ruined!

This made the boy in black feel very sorry.

He was a martial arts fanatic. Among his peers, he stood out from the crowd. Masters are lonely, and what he longed for most was a peerless genius with whom he could have a thoroughly enjoyable battle. Originally, if Yi Yun had been able to use that sword, he would have been qualified.

Yi Yun looked at the black-clad youth and remained silent. He had anticipated that this battle would be difficult, and it was indeed so, even more so than he had imagined. The second battle alone had severely injured his arm.

Feng Lin was simply too strong, leaving Yi Yun with no choice but to act this way.

Yi Yun could not use that sword strike imbued with the essence of the Pure Yang Sword Palace again, at least not with the same power. Otherwise, the strain on his arm would be too much for him to bear.

"Yi Yun, don't force yourself!"

Seeing that Yi Yun had not responded, the Lord of Tai'a Divine City continued, "In this kind of alliance competition, it is possible for people to die when experts spar. Even if no one dies, it is not impossible for someone to be seriously injured and crippled, or to be bedridden for a year or two. For a prodigy like Yi Yun, half a year is far too precious and cannot be wasted."

"Thank you for your concern, Lord City Lord. I wish to continue the fight."

Yi Yun's voice was calm, but the warriors of Tai'a Divine City were all taken aback. Yi Yun's current appearance was truly worrying.

With his energy severely depleted and one hand badly injured, how could he possibly continue fighting?

"Since you insist, then so be it..." The middle-aged Scholar gave Yi Yun a deep look and slowly sat down.

"Haha! This Yi Yun, he's so stubborn, he's suffering for the sake of saving face. He's clearly not going to make it, but he's still putting on a brave face!"

On the side of the Cloud Dragon Divine Kingdom, a young man dressed in brocade robes smiled disdainfully. The robes Noble Title wore were the Noble Title robes of the Cloud Dragon Divine Kingdom, embroidered with flying black dragons. This was equivalent to the title of viscount in the Tai'a Divine Kingdom. To be able to be promoted to viscount at this age, this young man's strength was definitely not weak.

"When a spent arrow is exhausted, one should not speak of bravery. Yi Yun has reached his limit. His hands are crippled, and he has less than 70% of his energy left. He is nothing to fear!" said another Cloud Dragon Divine Kingdom.

"He could have gracefully admitted defeat, but he was too stubborn and insisted on standing on the stage looking for death. In that case, I'll go up and finish him off!"

The youth dressed in the flying black dragon robe grinned maliciously, picked up his sword, and leaped onto the Divine Desolation Stage.

"I'll fight this battle!"

The young man in black dragon robes pointed his long sword directly at Yi Yun's brow, revealing a provocative smile. "Yi Yun, you're very arrogant, winning battle after battle. Unfortunately, you're destined to be defeated by me, Murong Guang. Come, let me see what skills you still have left. Show them all!"

Murong Guang's voice was unrestrained, and the surrounding trial participants from Tai'a Divine City were all enraged.

"Who does he think he is! Taking advantage of someone's misfortune and then acting all high and mighty, he's utterly shameless!"

Some of the more experienced trial participants were itching to rush up and chop Murong Guang to pieces.

"If Senior Brother Yi Yun n't been injured, he wouldn't have been a match for him at all!" A new junior sister from Tai'a Divine City was so angry that her small chest heaved.

However, Murong Guang sneered at all of this, "A battle is only about the result, what's the point of the process? So what if you're a genius? You'll still fall into my hands! No matter the reason, if you lose to me, you've lost, and you can never wash it off. Just like a saintess, once I've done it, that's it! Hahaha!"

Murong Guang was smiling, but then he suddenly paused.

He saw Yi Yun take a jar out of his Space Ring, open the lid, and find it filled with a thick, viscous liquid.

"What is it?"

Before Murong Guang could even see clearly, Yi Yun tilted his head back and drank the entire jar of red liquid.

This jar is filled with precious blood—the precious blood of the Golden Crow Remnant!

After killing the Golden Crow Remnant at the Gate of Fallen Stars, Yi Yun stored the Golden Crow Remnant's corpse in his Space Ring, then took the Golden Crow Remnant's heart blood and put it into a blood jar, which contained the essence of the Golden Crow Remnant's entire body.

[Two chapters today, each only 2,000 words. Chapter 2 will be before 12:30.] (To be continued~^~)