I Truly Am The Villian-Chapter 1153 - 1152: The Contest Ends, Meeting the Dragon Maiden

"Does Miss Meng Yu recognize him?" Bei Xiao asked in astonishment.

"You go find him, then," Meng Yu lowered her head and whispered a few words in his ear.

Bei Xiao nodded slightly, taking steps towards Xu Zimei.

"Esteemed fellow daoist, I wonder if you would be willing to help me compete?" Bei Xiao earnestly asked.

"Do not rush to refuse, fellow daoist. Once I become the City Lord, on the day of the appointment, I will surely take you with me to the North Sea, how about it?"

"It was her who told you, right?" Xu Zimei glanced at Meng Yu and said with a light smile.

"Are you willing, fellow daoist?" Instead of answering, Bei Xiao continued to ask.

"Alright," Xu Zimei waved his hand, agreeing to it.

He wanted to meet the Dragon Maiden and go to the Demonic Transformation Pool; these were matters of utmost importance.

"Thank you," Bei Xiao bowed to him, replying with joy.

"Father, I have chosen my three people already; how about we duel now?"

"It is possible," the middle-aged man sitting in the armchair nodded gently.

Bei Qinghai had a solemn expression and said, "Gong Da, you’re up first."

"Yes," among the Gong brothers, the Boss stepped forward first.

His gaze swept over the crowd as he shouted, "Who among you dares to accept the challenge?"

"I will," one of the Qi Mountain’s Two Brothers, Qi Wen, stepped out holding a folding fan, with a red dot on his forehead.

His eyes were like upright swords, the long spear behind him gleaming with a cold, silvery light in the sunlight.

"Please," the two of them saluted with clenched fists and as their voices fell, both spear intent and blade intent erupted violently.

Qi Wen’s long spear behind him circled around his body, the spearhead tearing through the disordered space flows, flaring with cold light.

Meanwhile, Gong Da gripped his chain saber tightly in his palm, the saber wind roaring, turning into a sky full of blade streams.

When saber met spear, sparks flew immediately.

Their figures were bright and clear, and both their saber technique and spear technique were considered exquisite.

The power of their Divine Veins surged mightily.

The surrounding crowd watched with rapt attention.

"The Gong family’s saber technique and the Qi family’s spear technique each have their merits," someone praised.

"These two are both skilled in their respective arts; I’m afraid it will be hard to determine a winner for a while."

Just as that person said, the battle continued for more than ten minutes.

...

Ten minutes later, both were breathing heavily, their bodies covered in cuts and bruises.

"You’re not holding up, are you?" Gong Da laughed.

"It would be best for you to admit defeat sooner rather than later."

"Nonsense, I can still fight for dozens more rounds," Qi Wen retorted coldly.

He thrust his long spear forward, its tip flicking up, with endless sharpness dispersing outward.

An inch longer, an inch stronger.

Gong Da’s chain saber swung, creating a mighty wind, and with each collision of saber and spear, waves of energy burst forth.

Just then, Gong Da thrust his left hand forward, and from the wide sleeve cuff, several sharp arrows suddenly shot out.

Qi Wen’s complexion changed dramatically, and with an upward thrust of his spear, he was forced to change its trajectory, deflecting all the arrows away.

But Gong Da took advantage of the moment to move in, his blade cutting through Qi Wen’s long robe, leaving a trail of blood on his back.

He then gave Qi Wen a kick, sending him flying.

"Despicable, resorting to tricks," Qi Wu, the Second Master of Qi Family next to them, shouted angrily.

"In battle, there is only victory or defeat; where do the concepts of ’despicable’ and ’honorable’ come from?" Gong Da snorted coldly.

"It’s his own inadequacy that led to his loss; he should be prepared for it."

"Fine," Qi Wu, gritting his teeth, approached with his burly tiger-like stature.

"Who’s coming up for the next round?"

Under his tiger-like gaze, which seemed to awaken a tiger, many people were somewhat reluctant to meet his eyes.

"Gong Er, it’s your turn," Bei Qinghai ordered.

"Yes," the second of the Gong brothers, holding a longsword, slowly stepped forward.

He stood with his sword, his white shirt fluttering, facing Qi Wu from afar.

"Please enlighten me!"

"Why all the useless chatter, just start," Qi Wu said impatiently.

At that, Gong Er brandished his longsword, slashing straight down.

Little did he know, Qi Wu hadn’t used any weapon but bare-handedly caught the longsword as if catching a sharp blade between his palms.

The sharp sword seemed as if it had struck iron.

Gong Er desperately tried to pull out the longsword but had no chance.

Qi Wu let out a roar, a tiger’s bellow shaking the forest, directly snapping the longsword in half and delivering a heavy punch.

Gong Er’s figure flew backwards, landing in a pool of blood.

"Second brother," the Gong brothers hurriedly shouted.

"I’m fine, I can keep fighting," Gong Er stood up and waved his hand.

Even though blood was streaming from his nose and mouth, he still stood tall with his chest out.

"This Gong Er was careless," Xie Changliu said calmly from the pavilion.

"Everyone says that the gun techniques of the Qi family are well-founded, but this Qi Wu does not practice them.

Instead, he has honed a body like that of a ferocious beast, breaking through with brute force," Xu Zimei also nodded in agreement.

He replied: "If Gong Er had started by not engaging with Qi Wu directly, using only the elusive Sword Qi, he might have won.

But now, it’s very difficult."

As Xu Zimei’s voice fell, the outcome in the center of the arena had already been decided.

Gong Er’s heavily injured body was already struggling to stand, and under Qi Wu’s several bouts of fury, he couldn’t hold on to even a few rounds.

Now with one victory and one loss, the ultimate outcome relies on the third match.

Bei Xiao was slightly nervous and turned to ask Meng Yu, "That person won’t have any problems, right?"

He was still somewhat worried inside; after all, he had never before seen this young man, nor did he have any reputation to speak of.

If he were not a match for his opponent, there would be no chance for a comeback.

"Trust my judgment," Meng Yu replied with a slight squint in his eyes.

"It’s my turn to enter the stage," Xu Zimei yawned and walked forward nonchalantly.

This kind of battle hardly sparked his interest.

If it weren’t for the fact that I’m here to meet the Dragon Maiden, I wouldn’t bother competing at all.

In the crowd, Gong Family’s Third Master also slowly stood up, stepping forward.

Among the three brothers, he had the highest cultivation, already Stepping into Immortality.

Clad in a blue robe, he bore the appearance of an Immortal.

His gaze was calm and steady, and the faint Immortal Qi surrounding him seemed to permeate the air, giving off a hint of the aura of an Immortal with every step he took.

"You’ve learned the appearance of an Immortal but not its essence," Xu Zimei said with a laugh.

Hearing these words, Gong San instantly fixed his gaze, and even the red dot between his brows radiated a brilliant red light.

Amidst the eerie glow, an eye gradually opened.

"Repeat what you just said," Gong San stated indifferently.

"I said, you’re trash," Xu Zimei said with a smile.

"Courting death," Gong San did not waste words; the third eye on his brow emitted a red light.

Like raging Blazing Flame, it devoured and engulfed all the voids in its path.

"It’s the Crimson Flame Heavenly Pupil," someone exclaimed.

"It is said that Gong San once killed the king of the Red Pupil Beasts and transplanted its eye onto himself.

It seems the rumors are true indeed."

Watching the intense red luminescence approaching, Xu Zimei clapped his right hand, and an overwhelming pressure arrived instantly.

The red light was directly repelled.

The reflected red light unexpectedly hit Gong San, striking right at the dot between his brows.

The red light exploded, and he screamed in agony on the ground.

It took a full minute for Gong San to recover from the pain.