Chapter 5192 — Let's Wait and See
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"Duanmu Yu's movement technique has quite captured the essence of the Ye Ling Sect's ever-shifting unpredictability. She may not match Ling Tianyou's dazzling brilliance, but among the disciples of her generation in the Taigu Alliance, she counts as a rare standout," Xin Yi'an could not help remarking at the sight.
Foundation Establishment disciples were not the decisive force of the Taigu Alliance, but they represented the future prospects of each ancient sect. If the Foundation Establishment disciples were strong, it meant the sect had deep foundations and a far-reaching future. Conversely, if the Foundation Establishment disciples were one and all wanting in strength, then that ancient sect's prospects were likely dim indeed.
Looking across the whole of the Taigu small jianghu, the Qianren Sect had the dazzling Ling Tianyou, the Snow Sword Sect had the formidable Xue Jianming, and even the Ye Ling Sect had Duanmu Yu, who could be called a standout—all of them reserve forces of the Zhongdao Alliance. By contrast, his own Beidao Alliance was altogether unremarkable, having gone long without producing a genius disciple of such caliber to lead the way.
At this rate, in another century or so, when these people had one by one come into their own, it would be hard indeed for the Beidao Alliance to maintain its standing on equal footing with the Zhongdao Alliance.
Xin Yi'an was heavy with worry on this side, yet in the arena the situation shifted in the space of a breath. Duanmu Yu's movement technique was drifting and unfathomable; her opponent in the previous match had suffered greatly on that account. But this time she faced Wei Zhao. After years of ceaseless refinement, the Butterfly Microstep's elusive unpredictability was in no way inferior to the Ye Ling movement technique, and in terms of speed it far surpassed it.
Duanmu Yu had meant to seize the initiative with the Ye Ling movement technique, but before she could even fix on Wei Zhao as her target, he had in one motion taken up position behind her—the contest of movement techniques was decided at a glance.
The onlookers' eyes lit up. Worthy of the man who had suppressed even Ling Tianyou and left him helpless; Duanmu Yu's strength was by no means weak, but before Wei Zhao it was a little too little to look at.
Yet Xue Jianming still wore a calm, confident smile. He knew full well that Wei Zhao's strength far surpassed Duanmu Yu's—but so what? The bet he had made with Wei Zhao was not who would win or lose, but whether Wei Zhao could lock onto Duanmu Yu's vital point. That was a thousand, ten thousand times harder than the outcome of the match itself!
Unless Wei Zhao knew the Ye Ling Sect's mental methods and moves inside and out, achieving that would be as hard as scaling the heavens.
"You are indeed strong, but beating me will not be so easy." Duanmu Yu glanced from the corner of her eye at Wei Zhao behind and to her side, knowing that the Ye Ling movement technique alone could not shake off his pursuit—and besides, her chances of winning were slim to begin with; if she only dodged and evaded, she would have no chance at all.
As her words fell, Duanmu Yu spread her palm, and a withered leaf drifted slowly down.
In an instant killing intent rose on every side. Feeling the deep, cold murderous aura coming from all directions, it was as though late autumn's desolate chill had descended all at once; even Wei Zhao could not help a prickle of dread. Most startling of all was that after the leaf fell, Duanmu Yu, who should have been before him, vanished utterly in an instant, as though her whole being had melted into the suddenly shifting surroundings, her body and her aura alike hidden without a seam. (To be continued.)