Chapter 617

Chapter 617: Jian Fei Sees Ke Hui as a Precious Treasure, Long Yin Draws Its Sword

Watching the woman who was calling him out, Jian Fei was somewhat dumbfounded.

Seeing this, the woman immediately became impatient and said, “Jian Fei, do you dare to accept the challenge? As a big man, how can you be so hesitant?”

Upon hearing this, Jian Fei had no choice but to rise and approach the center of the arena.

As he passed by Jiang Yongting, Jiang Yongting spoke in a very low voice.

“Ke Hui, the direct descendant of the Sword Mountain Sect, age forty-eight.”

“Strength at the peak of Soul Master, with a red Sky Soul quality, but the type of Sky Soul is relatively poor.”

“The Sword Mountain Sect is only a hair’s breadth away from being a first-class sect, with an immensely powerful influence.”

By the time all this information reached Jian Fei’s ears, he was already standing in front of Ke Hui.

Seeing other sect members stepping out, Ye Gao Fei immediately remarked unhappily, “Sect Leader Ke, I remember this seems to be the Heavenly Prodigy Selection Conference of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, right?”

Upon hearing this, a middle-aged man laughed and said, “Old Ye, you should know that my daughter has been spoiled by me.”

“Besides, with so many good seedlings, Old Ye, you should at least let us have a taste of the broth.”

“However, Old Ye, rest assured, we won’t let you suffer.”

Hearing this, Ye Gao Fei closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then said lightly.

“Then it’s up to you, Su You and Xu Yao, you cannot move, the others can do as they please.”

“Thank you, Old Ye!”

The many powerful figures smiled and said a few words, casually determining the fate of Xu Yao and others.

“Miss Ke, I am not good at fighting, why don’t you pick someone else?”

Looking at Ke Hui’s eager gaze, Jian Fei’s face was filled with helplessness.

“I don’t need you to be able to fight; what I want is you as a person. Since you admit defeat, let’s go back and marry.”

Upon hearing this, Jian Fei’s eyes widened in shock.

He had seen men fighting over women, but why were men being fought over on the Four Directions Continent?

With many thoughts swirling in his mind, Jian Fei could only smile bitterly.

“Miss Ke, I don’t like you; such things cannot be forced.”

“Whether you like me or not doesn’t matter; what matters is that I can have you.”

“By joining the Sword Mountain Sect, you can gain cultivation resources and guidance from renowned masters that others dare not even dream of, much better than living in the gutter every day.”

Listening to Ke Hui’s words, the bitter smile on Jian Fei’s face grew even stronger.

Because he knew that even if he defeated Ke Hui, there would be even stronger women eyeing him.

Rather than this, it would be better for him to just yield to her.

After all, he was a man; how could he possibly lose out, and he held none of that pretentiousness typical among young masters and ladies.

In such a situation, displaying his brilliance would only attract trouble.

Thinking of this, Jian Fei smiled and said, “Thank you for thinking so highly of me, then I will spar with Miss Ke.”

“But I hope Miss Ke will go easy on me.”

Saying this, Jian Fei took out a plain long sword.

Seeing this, Ke Hui looked at Jian Fei with disdain and said, “It should have been like this long ago. Letting a bunch of trash teach you is simply wasting your talent.”

“Buzz~”

A murderous aura spread from Jian Fei, and that naive smile turned into a cold expression.

“My master is not trash, never has been.”

“You already have the upper hand; why must you destroy the last bit of dignity of others?”

“Boom!”

As his words fell, a sword box appeared before Jian Fei.

Upon seeing this scene, Chen Changsheng, who was eating melon seeds on the side, became excited.

“Quick, look, this kid is going to get serious.”

In response to Chen Changsheng’s excitement, Zhang Zhen calmly said, “It seems Jian Fei has a story behind him.”

“Of course, there is a story. Although this story isn’t grand and doesn’t move heaven and earth, it is something Jian Fei cherishes.”

“When I met Jian Fei, he was attacking the Yin Messenger team.”

“And he explained that his master had died, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was empty, and he wanted to capture a batch of Yin Souls.”

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Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhen looked at Chen Changsheng with a blank expression.

“You shouldn’t believe such a clumsy story.”

“Of course I don’t believe it, but I have to pretend to believe it.”

“Jian Fei’s master is a demon cultivator; no matter what kind of person his master was, Jian Fei was ultimately carried back from the grave by him.”

“The two depended on each other, as close as father and son. If his master was killed and Jian Fei did not take revenge, do you think that sounds plausible?”

“People living in the gutter only have so little to cherish, so they tend to hide it.”

“Life is already full of hardships; why should we expose even their last remaining bit of treasure?”

After listening to Chen Changsheng’s words, Zhang Zhen looked at Jian Fei in the arena and whispered.

“You are right; for people like us living in the gutter, there’s only this little bit of value we cherish.”

“This is precisely why I connect with Jian Fei; we are both survivors scraping by in the depths of despair.”

After saying this, Zhang Zhen paused for a moment.

“Xu Yao and the others bear many burdens; you and I are just a feeble connection.”

“If anything happens to Jian Fei, I’ll save him.”

“Are you willing to risk your own life?”

Facing this question, Zhang Zhen fell silent for a moment.

“As long as a person wants to live, there’s always a way to survive; if one truly can’t live anymore, it is just fate.”

“Hahaha!”

“I just love this kind of youthful disregard for everything.”

“Rest assured, Jian Fei isn’t as weak as you think; you all combined might not reach as far as he goes.”

“What do you mean?”

“He has walked a path that I can’t even comprehend, and from the current situation, he is doing very well.”

…

At the center of the arena.

Gently stroking the sword box, Jian Fei spoke softly.

“I have always wanted to be a handsome swordsman, but some say I can’t become one.”

“If I can’t become one, then so be it; even if I’m not a handsome swordsman, I can still perform a few moves.”

“This sword box was made when I was young, and today is the first time I will use it.”

Hearing Jian Fei’s words, Ke Hui, impatient, said, “How can a big man be so indecisive? Take this!”

A sky full of sword qi surged towards Jian Fei, yet Jian Fei stood motionless, rooted in place.

“Smack!”

With a light tap, the sword box opened on both sides, revealing three famous swords standing upright within.

“Dragon’s Roar!”

A whisper echoed in everyone’s ears.

“Roar!”

A resounding dragon’s roar reverberated, captivating all.

A golden dragon flew out from the sword box, directly shattering the sky full of sword qi, then pierced through Ke Hui’s body.

“Poof!”

“Bang!”

Ke Hui heavily fell to the ground, and the entire venue sank into an eerie silence.

One strike, and the enemy was defeated!

This was something nobody had anticipated.

Everyone present understood that the young talents of the Qingyang Sect were exceptionally gifted, yet none had taken them seriously.

A group of kids in their twenties, no matter how strong, how much could they really accomplish?

Compared to true prodigies, they were merely green leaves.

Yet Jian Fei’s single strike defeated his opponent, shattering that illusion for everyone.