Chapter: Injuries

Whoosh--

The moment the host finished speaking, the audience erupted in an uproar.

The sound was like a surging, overwhelming roar, wave after wave.

The crowd began to whisper among themselves, and murmurs of discussion rose and fell.

"Oh my, why was the finals moved up? This is such a surprise!" a student exclaimed in astonishment.

"That's right, the number one on the Heaven's Chosen Ranking is the strongest student at South Sea University, and he's always been the favorite to win." A classmate next to him chimed in.

"But now Ye Bingxue is like a dark horse, leaving everyone else in the dust, and her strength should not be underestimated," another classmate commented.

"Yes, I wonder what kind of sparks will fly when these two powerhouses meet?" someone said expectantly.

Just as everyone was discussing this, a student suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, "The betting has started! The betting has started! I'm the bookmaker, everyone hurry up and place your bets!"

"The odds of betting on Ye Bingxue to win are 1 to 5; the odds of betting on the Number One Brother to win are 1 to 2."

Hurry and buy now, everyone! Don't miss this opportunity!

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the students around him lit up instantly, and they were all incredibly excited, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

"Hey, this is interesting! I think Ye Bingxue, this dark horse, might really create a miracle. I'm betting on Ye Bingxue to win." A classmate wearing glasses pulled out his pocket money without hesitation.

"I think the Number One Brother is the safest bet, after all, his strength is undeniable. I'm betting on the Number One Brother." Another tall classmate also hurriedly joined in the betting.

"Oh dear, this is a tough decision, but the high odds are really tempting. I'll take a gamble on Ye Bingxue too." A pretty girl bit her lip and joined the betting crowd.

In no time, the student who was acting as the bookmaker was surrounded by people, who all took out their money and rushed to place bets. The whole scene was lively, tense, and exciting.

"Hey sis, let's take him down!" Hua Qiang encouraged Ye Bingxue.

"Yeah, yeah, go girl! Beat him so badly his own mother wouldn't recognize him!"

Wang Baoyuan cheered Ye Bingxue on from the sidelines.

"Big Sister is awesome!"

"Big Sister is invincible!"

"Big sister is number one, let's beat him to a pulp!"

These bandit guards let out howls like wolves.

Their imposing presence made it seem like the other side would be so intimidated by their voices that they would surrender immediately.

Ye Bingxue nodded heavily, then walked towards the arena in front of her.

She needed to maintain her composure in front of Hua Qiang. If she were to leap into the air and over everyone's heads like before, she feared Hua Qiang would be displeased, after all... it would be too unseemly.

The students watching the game quickly moved aside, automatically making way for a passage, as if a commander were inspecting his troops.

Ye Bingxue arrived on the Performance Stage, where a young man of about twenty-three or twenty-four was already waiting.

The man was dressed in a black samurai outfit, with a large sword slung across his back, and stood ramrod straight.

Upon seeing Ye Bingxue approaching, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

He clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and said, "Junior Sister Ye Bingxue, congratulations on defeating all the competitors and reaching this final competition!"

Ye Bingxue's lips twitched slightly. How arrogant must this person be to dare to say such a thing!

This wasn't their last match, so how can you say they've made it to the final?

Does he consider first place a sure thing?

However, Du Chunqiu seemed completely oblivious to the error in his words, and continued with a clear conscience, "Junior Sister Ye Bingxue, weapons have no eyes. If I accidentally injure you during the fight, I hope you won't hold it against me!"

Ye Bingxue stretched out her hand, and a silver-white sword appeared in her palm.

Then, turning to the host beside her, she said crisply, "We can begin!"

Du Chunqiu's face immediately darkened; this woman was ungrateful.

Despite speaking to him so gently time and time again, he didn't reply with a single word, not even a single syllable.

If that's the case, don't blame him for being ruthless later.

First, beat her into submission, then... Hehe, a lewd glint flashed in Du Chunqiu's eyes.

This woman is stunningly beautiful; she outshone everyone else as soon as she entered the campus and topped the Campus Belle Ranking.

He had been training outside all along, and if it weren't for the selection process for the World University Martial Arts Alliance Competition, he wouldn't know when he would have been able to meet this beauty.

From the moment he saw her, he considered Ye Bingxue his own possession. This woman could only belong to him; no one else was allowed to touch her, or they would become his mortal enemies.

He would never let the other party live to see the next day's sun. He had the confidence to do so because his grandfather was Martial Emperor!

"The duel begins!"

The host shouted a loud shout and then quickly stepped off the stage.

Boom!

Ye Bingxue and Du Chunqiu's auras immediately reached their peak.

Both knew the other was a formidable opponent, so they chose to go all out from the start.

Ye Bingxue's eyes sharpened, and she swung the silver sword in her hand sharply.

[Ice Blade Storm]

Countless gleaming ice blades, like fragments of brilliant stars, shot out from her sword at an astonishing speed.

The ice blades, densely packed like raindrops, carried a chilling aura and swept towards Du Chunqiu on the opposite side.

Upon seeing this, Du Chunqiu raised his right hand and drew the wide, large, and seemingly very heavy Longsword from behind him.

The sword gleamed with a cold light in the sunlight, as if it contained boundless power.

He gripped the hilt tightly, and the sword in his hand quickly drew a circle. With his movement, a powerful force gathered within the circle.

Then, he pushed forward violently, and a huge vortex instantly appeared.

The vortex was like a bottomless black hole, emitting a powerful suction force that swallowed up all the countless ice blades that Ye Bingxue had unleashed, leaving not a trace behind.

The next moment, the Longsword in Du Chunqiu's hand drew an extremely strange arc, the trajectory of which seemed to carry some kind of mysterious magic, making it unpredictable.

Then, his arm jerked violently, and countless ice blades shot out from the huge vortex.

The ice blades gleamed with a cold light, moving with lightning speed, raining down on Ye Bingxue.

"Holy shit!"

Hua Qiang, who was watching from the audience, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, his face full of shock.

"Damn, isn't this a technique of 'using their own methods against them'? Where did this guy learn such a move?"

Ye Bingxue's eyes widened in disbelief.

What's going on?

His prized ultimate move, [Ice Blade Storm], was so easily copied by the opponent, who then used it to attack him.

Her mind went blank; she was so surprised that she completely forgot to dodge.

In an instant, countless ice blades slashed fiercely at her body.

Several deep wounds instantly appeared on her body, and blood gushed out.

The crimson blood flowed like a burst dam, quickly staining his clothes red.