Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 1135 - 1121: Who Would Endure the Rain and Wind, If the Sunlight is Brilliant?
Chapter 1135: Chapter 1121: Who Would Endure the Rain and Wind, If the Sunlight is Brilliant?
Inside the Shura Battlefield.
Xiao Yi and the burly man handed in their Identity Tokens one after the other, registering as warriors of the Shura Battlefield.
The burly man glanced at Xiao Yi, who stood behind him. Xiao Yi’s cultivation level seemed to be no more than the seventh stage of the Dharma Manifestation Realm, making it difficult to gauge his true strength. The burly man frowned at his youthful appearance and said, "Young brother, every battle in the Shura Battlefield is a life-or-death struggle. You’re still young and have plenty of opportunities ahead. There’s no need to risk your life like this!" freewebnσvel.cѳm
Xiao Yi raised his head to meet the burly man’s gaze and asked, "What about you? For someone at the Dharma Manifestation Realm, you’re still quite young too. You still have time to have more children. Why are you risking your life for such a slim and uncertain hope?"
"Uh..."
The burly man froze momentarily, then gave a wry smile and said, "You wouldn’t understand unless you were a father!"
He turned away, saying no more.
Watching the burly man’s broad back, Xiao Yi didn’t pursue the matter further.
Everyone who lives in this world carries their own share of struggles and compromises.
If life were full of sunshine and bliss,
who would willingly endure the wind and rain?
The two men waited side by side.
Moments later.
It was finally the burly man’s turn. He turned to glance at Xiao Yi and said, "Young brother, I’m going in first. Good luck to you!"
"Take care!"
Xiao Yi nodded toward him.
The burly man tightened his grip on the small string of bronze bells he was holding. The bells were strung together with a red cord and jingled brightly in his hand. Xiao Yi recalled that he had taken these bells from his young daughter.
Now, the burly man tied the red cord around his wrist, took a deep breath, and stepped onto the battlefield.
Moments later.
A cacophony of deafening roars erupted from the battlefield: "Kill him, kill him!"
"Hahaha, big guy, don’t hold back! There’s no room for mercy in the Shura Battlefield..."
"Mercy is a death wish..."
Hearing the cries from the audience outside,
Xiao Yi furrowed his brows slightly.
Roughly a quarter of an hour passed.
The massive gates reopened, and the burly man returned, covered in blood, with a crimson wound stretching across his chest. He slumped to the ground, tore off part of his clothing, and crudely bandaged the wound while panting heavily. Suddenly his expression shifted as he saw a wine gourd flying toward him.
The burly man blinked in surprise and caught the gourd.
Xiao Yi gestured with another wine gourd in his hand and said, "Spiritual Wine—it’ll help with your injuries!"
"...thank you!"
The burly man hesitated for a moment before opening the gourd and taking several hearty gulps. He gave Xiao Yi a thumbs-up and grinned widely, "Good stuff!"
Xiao Yi shrugged.
The burly man said gravely, "Be cautious—the Shura Battlefield shows no mercy. Compassion is the greatest weakness here. When facing any opponent, never hold back! Otherwise, you’ll end up like me..."
He pointed to the wound on his chest.
Xiao Yi nodded in acknowledgment.
"It’s your turn!"
The overseer of the Shura Battlefield entered and announced.
"Be careful!" said the burly man.
Xiao Yi responded with a quiet hum and walked into the battlefield with an air of ease.
His opponent was merely at the Nirvana Realm. This man had a purplish birthmark on the left side of his face, and his two rows of teeth were razor-sharp, resembling the serrations of a saw. He looked at Xiao Yi with a sinister sneer: "A snot-nosed brat like you, still wet behind the ears, dares step into the Shura Battlefield courting death?"
Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
The middle-aged man wielded two longswords that danced furiously, creating gusts of wind. Sword light splashed in all directions, dazzling the crowd with its brilliance.
This drew waves of exclamations: "What exceptional Swordsmanship!"
"The Golden Snake Sword Skill truly is remarkable; it seems that brat is doomed!"
"Kid, I’d advise you to surrender now; otherwise, you’re on a one-way path to death!"
The surrounding crowd shouted their taunts.
"Annoying!"
Xiao Yi replied impatiently. He looked toward the referee floating above the arena and said, "Let’s get started already!"
The referee frowned slightly but declared, "Let the match... begin!"
The middle-aged man raised a finger and wagged it at Xiao Yi, his face full of confidence: "Kid, I’ll give you a count of three—"
Thud!
Before he could finish speaking, a muffled groan escaped his lips.
Xiao Yi had already clasped his hands behind his back and was stepping off the arena with a calm demeanor.
The middle-aged man’s eyes rolled back before he collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud, utterly lifeless!
In the Shura Battlefield,
a match’s outcome is settled only when one side completely loses the ability to fight or dies outright.
The middle-aged man had been unequivocally defeated.
"This... this..."
"A one-hit kill?"
"Did he just win like that?"
The crowd was left utterly dumbfounded.
The referee, too, stared in shock before finally coming to his senses moments later. With a wary glance at Xiao Yi’s retreating figure, he announced: "This... the victor of this match is Xiao Yi!"
"Holy crap, that Xiao Yi kid is on another level!"
"Did anyone actually see what just happened?"
"See what? I was just picking my nose, and the fight was over..."
In the subsequent matches, Xiao Yi and the burly man alternated taking the stage.
The second match.
The third match.
The fourth match...
In the blink of an eye, both of them had achieved nine consecutive victories.
They were then moved from the backstage area to the edge of the arena, where they could watch the matches unfolding live.
After all,
starting from the tenth match, their opponents would be several times stronger than before.
This was a critical juncture!
Passing the tenth consecutive victory would earn them extraordinarily rich rewards.
The burly man was visibly excited: "Just one more win, and I’ll have enough money to treat my daughter’s illness."
Xiao Yi smiled encouragingly and said, "Good luck! You’ll make it for sure!"
"Yeah!"
The burly man nodded firmly, clenching his fists tightly. "Ten consecutive victories—I have to make it!"
Nearby,
a sinister young man with a forked, snake-like tongue licked his lips, his expression cold and mocking. "Tsk tsk, you didn’t kill your opponents in the previous nine matches, only leaving them severely injured and unconscious. I really don’t see how a big oaf like you managed to last for nine wins. And you think you’ll get ten? How naïve!"
"Who are you? What does me talking to my friend have to do with you?" Xiao Yi frowned and shot the young man a glance.
The young man sneered icily, "You’re not even qualified to know this young master’s name!"
At that moment...
The referee announced, "The next match is Ma Zhong versus the Green Snake Lord!"
The burly man, Ma Zhong, clasped his hands toward Xiao Yi and said: "Young brother, I’m up!"
"Good luck, Brother Ma!" Xiao Yi said.
"Hmm!"
Ma Zhong leaped onto the arena.
The sinister young man let out an eerie cackle. "Kekeke, what a small world. To think my next opponent is this big oaf? Hahaha, kid, you’d better start thinking about preparing a funeral for your friend!"
Swish!
The Green Snake Lord vaulted onto the arena.
Ma Zhong clasped his hands toward him and spoke solemnly, "Brother, I am Ma Zhong. My daughter is gravely ill, and I’m fighting here in the Shura Battlefield to earn money for her treatment. This is the final match—please, I beg you to show mercy!"
"Oh, treating your daughter, huh? How touching—such fatherly love!" the Green Snake Lord murmured faintly.
Ma Zhong scratched his head awkwardly and gave a bitter smile. "I’m just a father, doing what I must..."
"Heh, you know you’re a father, huh? Whether your daughter lives or dies, what does it have to do with me? Besides, there’s no need for you to rush to earn money for her treatment..." The Green Snake Lord smiled wickedly.
Ma Zhong was taken aback. "What do you mean by that?"
The Green Snake Lord leaned forward slightly, his face twisted with malice. "Because you’re about to die. You and your daughter can reunite in the underworld—how fitting, isn’t it?"
As soon as he finished speaking,
the Green Snake Lord’s figure darted forward like a serpent, his sword glowing coldly as it aimed straight for Ma Zhong’s vital points...
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