Chapter 475: Chapter 163: The Strong Possess Everything, Grand Elder Zhenyan Yuan

The spear shakes, bounces, and thrusts like a cunning venomous snake...

But the spears of the Ice Race clearly lack resilience. These long spears composed of ghostly blue ice can only be used for thrusting.

While sparring, Li Yuan quietly observed the young man named Zhenyan Heichi.

Each time the young man unleashed his spear, he roared like a lion, brimming with excitement.

His spear would tear through the cold wind, producing a sound like ripping cloth.

Strong, indeed.

But his spear skills are too weak.

Every thrust he made was full of flaws, so flawed that Li Yuan could kill him with at least ten different methods with each thrust.

Bang!

The two exchanged a thrust and moved apart.

Zhenyan Heichi couldn’t help but roar with laughter, "Joyful! Joyful! Ahahaha! There have been outsiders before, but none as powerful as you. Being able to spar with me for so many rounds is truly not easy."

Li Yuan clasped his fists and said, "Brother Heichi, your strength is extraordinary, my hand is already numb from the shock. However, I am now going to use the secret techniques passed down from my ancestors."

Zhenyan Heichi laughed heartily, "Come on, come on!"

The two engaged in battle once more.

Li Yuan, having seen enough, accurately predicted his opponent’s spear path and preemptively placed his spear before Zhenyan Heichi’s throat.

His spear technique had already assimilated the strengths of various schools, forming its own style, reaching its peak, and then progressing to the Divine Realm...

The Seventh Grade Ultimate Skill [Six Harmonies] was a spear technique from ancient times.

Six Harmonies, the spear strikes in all directions, a relentless hunt for life...

And now, his spear left no trace, a thrust that seemed elusive, yet the point always landed where he wanted.

Sure enough, moments later, while Zhenyan Heichi’s spear was still hanging in mid-air, Li Yuan had already gripped his own spear single-handedly, its tip angled upwards, resting against the robust youth’s neck.

From the outside, it seemed as if the youth had carelessly bumped into Li Yuan’s spear himself.

Both stood still.

Zhenyan Heichi felt the cold at his throat, somewhat stunned and incredulous.

Li Yuan slowly withdrew his spear and, clasping his fists, said, "A narrow escape."

"Ah, what do you mean!" Zhenyan Heichi, as if awakening from a dream, jumped up and shouted, "You were just lucky!"

Li Yuan frowned slightly, his eyes noticing that quite a few Ice Race people had gathered at a distance, evidently drawn by the duel.

"It’s just a practice bout, why take it so hard?" Li Yuan said.

Zhenyan Heichi replied, "You just got lucky, this isn’t real skill!

If you’re capable, let’s go at it again!

Since you’re with Zhenyan Xue, you should prove yourself, otherwise... we won’t acknowledge you!

Even if you’ve shared a bed with her, you still have to leave!"

Zhenyan Xue put her hands on her hips and exclaimed angrily, "Zhenyan Heichi, you want my man to leave, why don’t you get lost!?"

Zhenyan Heichi replied, "Beauty belongs to the strong! Xiao Xue, you’re considered pretty in our tribe... If we seek the Clan Leader’s approval for a deathmatch, as long as we defeat your man, you have to change partners. Unless your man is scared and refuses! Hahaha!"

Hearing this, Li Yuan frowned.

Do all Ice Race people have muscles for brains?

They haven’t even won, yet they’re so arrogant?

However, upon hearing the rules of the "deathmatch" and observing the attitudes and expressions of those around him, he understood a bit: the Ice Race’s dictionary lacked words like "timidity," "martial virtue," and "till enough."

Why force me?

I just want to modestly integrate into your community and quietly investigate the "Immortal Tomb" and "fire."

Li Yuan took a deep breath, then looked up and said, "Zhenyan Heichi, if you lose again, then what?"

Zhenyan Heichi chuckled, "Lose? Me, lose?"

"You already lost just now," shouted Zhenyan Xue.

"Shut up!"

Zhenyan Heichi, utterly lacking self-awareness, shouted, "That was me accidentally bumping into his spear, that was his good luck! Next time, I’ll be extra careful and won’t repeat the same mistake."

Li Yuan turned to Zhenyan Xue and asked, "Xiao Xue, what are the rules for a deathmatch?"

Zhenyan Xue paused.

Zhenyan Heichi said, "It’s like a wager bout; the victor can make any demand of the loser, and the loser must comply. If someone dies in the fight, well, that’s just their fate."

Li Yuan said, "That sounds good. Can I participate in a deathmatch?"

Before Zhenyan Xue could reply, Zhenyan Heichi had already laughed and said, "Of course, since you’ve become Zhenyan Xue’s partner and have come to our tribe, naturally you can follow our tribe’s rules.

How about it, do you want a deathmatch with me?

If so, in the next round, we can have a proper fight."

Li Yuan beckoned with his fingers and said, "Bring it on."

Zhenyan Heichi said, "If it’s a deathmatch, we’ll need a witness, otherwise I’m afraid you’ll back out."

Li Yuan, not wanting to waste any more time, said, "Forget it, let’s do it directly, you’re too weak anyway."

"What?!"

The Ice Race, with only muscles for brains, immediately became angry and shouted, "We can’t forget it! Does this count as a deathmatch?"

Li Yuan replied, "It counts."

Zhenyan Heichi looked around and said, "You all heard it, this is a deathmatch!"

With that, he grinned and exposed a fierce smile, then his robust body charged like a fierce Demon Beast, swirling his long spear into a whirlwind of scattering wind and snow.

He roared fiercely, "Ahhhhh, kill, kill, kill, kill," and in an instant reached Li Yuan, swinging his spear straight toward him.

However, his advance was abruptly halted by a spear that had appeared in front of Zhenyan Heichi’s throat; thrusting forward would mean his throat getting pierced first.

"Ahhhhh!"

Zhenyan Heichi continued roaring, spun around, and wielded his spear like a whirlwind, violently thrusting at Li Yuan.

But in the next moment, the whirlwind halted.

Li Yuan’s spear tip pierced through the whirlwind, decisively plunging into his chest.