Chapter 505: You’re Far From Being as Good as the ‘One Emperor’!

“Happy.”
As the atmosphere in the pavilion grew increasingly tense, with a palpable sense of impending conflict, Zhou Yu outside suddenly stood up unsteadily, supporting himself on the ground. “I heard from the ‘One Emperor’ that there’s a half-year agreement between you two.” His unsteady movements somehow eased the tension in the pavilion a little.
The ‘One Emperor’!
That name sent shockwaves through both sides, causing everyone’s expression to change.
Happy quickly regained his composure, speaking calmly, “The agreement on Lingshe Island… I heard that you couldn’t block his three swords. Why bring him up? Would the ‘One Emperor’ really agree to join your First-Class Hall?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yu laughed self-mockingly. “If the ‘One Emperor’ truly wanted to join the First-Class Hall, would you, Happy, still be able to leave the capital alive today?” Then his tone turned despondent. “But the ‘One Emperor’ is truly the greatest martial artist—his sword skills are unparalleled… Back then, just three swords: one to break through my defense, the second to strike my thigh, and the third right here…”
Everyone saw as Zhou Yu pointed to the center of his own forehead, a chill spreading through their hearts.
Though his words were brief, everyone seemed to sense that devastating, unstoppable sword energy!
Even Happy hadn’t expected Zhou Yu’s defeat to come so swiftly, seemingly even more decisive than he had imagined…
His gaze sharpened!
Seeing Happy’s expression change slightly, Zhou Yu couldn’t help but show a hint of bitterness. “In the past, I was arrogant and delusional, aiming to become number one on the Dragon List. But later I realized that being number one or having unmatched internal strength are all illusions. What truly matters isn’t how many people you have around you…” Hearing this, Meng Yun’s expression also changed slightly.
Zhou Yu continued, “Nor is it about how high your internal energy is or how many unique skills you know… The key is whether you can use your techniques effectively and strike decisively and sharply!”
Happy raised an eyebrow.
It seemed Zhou Yu had learned a lot from this battle as well.
“As you probably already know, strictly speaking, I didn’t block the ‘One Emperor’s’ single sword. Three swords meant certain defeat. I know that if it weren’t for the ‘One Emperor’ considering our simultaneous promotion to life and death and wanting to see my true strength, I wouldn’t even have had a chance to delay his attacks—I would’ve died after at most two strikes.”
At this point, Zhou Yu suddenly fixed his gaze on Happy, acting contrary to his usual demeanor. “Answer me honestly—against me, do you think you can defeat me? If I couldn’t block the ‘One Emperor’s’ three swords, how many can you block?” His tone was aggressive.

At this moment, Happy, Meng Yun, and the others realized that Zhou Yu was venting his frustration—expressing his resentment and despair toward an equal opponent while also mocking him. Zhou Yu considered himself on par with Happy in strength, yet the Emperor had given Happy half a year to challenge him, while Zhou Yu was faced with a sudden battle, killed in just three moves… The treatment for the two was vastly different. Zhou Yu was unwilling and couldn’t understand it! After understanding Zhou Yu’s feelings, Happy suddenly felt some sympathy for him. To be honest, if Zhou Yu’s strength were measured by the standards of his past life, he would definitely be among the top ten warriors in the Mount Hua Sword Competition, even surpassing the “Three Kings.” Yet at the height of his glory, he encountered the Emperor—a supreme warrior who had grasped the essence of swordsmanship and sought to prove his own strength! After feeling sympathy, Happy also noticed Zhou Yu’s unhappiness at being treated differently by the Emperor… With a sigh, Happy faced Zhou Yu directly: “I’ve never fought the Emperor, so I’m not sure about the duel, but I can show you clearly the gap between us.” He paused, glancing at Meng Yun, Xue Yi, and Tang Feng, and added, “I don’t mind if the four of you join in as well.” “Since…” Hearing Happy’s arrogant demand, Tang Feng was stirred, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by Zhou Yu’s cold snort: “Hmph! Don’t be so arrogant! I’ll fight you in this battle.” “Brother Zhou!” Xue Yi had originally planned to let Tang Feng play the villain and agreed readily, thinking that with Meng Yun’s “Flame Divine Skill” to suppress internal strength and his “Star Siphon Technique” to create distractions, along with Zhou Yu and Happy’s direct confrontation, they would surely win. Unexpectedly, Zhou Yu’s interference disrupted their plan: “Although I may not be able to defeat you, Happy, I will prove that you and I are merely rivals at the same level—far inferior to the ‘Emperor’.” Zhou Yu spoke with absolute certainty. Meng Yun and Xue Yi were left speechless. Persuading Zhou Yu to join forces would not only put him at a disadvantage compared to Happy but might even force him to leave the First-Class Hall… Meng Yun wouldn’t do such an irrational thing at a time like this. Since Zhou Yu was confident, what did it matter if he fought? After all, the injuries caused by the Emperor could already be healed with the “Life and Death Dream Pill.” The three stepped back fifty meters from the pavilion as instructed… Inside the pavilion, only Zhou Yu and Happy remained! The former’s earlier despair vanished; his gaze turned icy, and his silver spear emitted sparks as it struck the ground with force, causing the earth to tremble slightly.

The “Yang Family Spear Technique” of the Life and Death Realm is on par with the “Yue Family Spear.” In Zhou Yu’s hands, its power is naturally extraordinary. Nearly a month has passed since the battle at Wan’an Temple, and Zhou Yu’s strength has likely increased even further.

Yet…

Kai Xin remains full of confidence!

If Zhou Yu has improved, then surely his own strength has also grown significantly. Now he can even confront masters of the Wu Wei Realm head-on, let alone just Zhou Yu.

Still, Kai Xin was reflecting on Zhou Yu’s words just now…

“The truly important thing isn’t how many people you have… nor how high your internal strength is, or how many masterful techniques you know… What matters is whether you can make use of your own moves, and whether your actions are decisive and fierce enough!” Those words suddenly struck a chord with Kai Xin.

In his past life, he didn’t possess any masterful techniques, but those ordinary yet excellent martial arts helped him defeat countless “masters” who did!

In his past life, he didn’t have any divine weapons, yet he was able to sever his enemies’ heads repeatedly with precision…

Thinking of this, Kai Xin suddenly remembered the “Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms” and the “True Dragon Ten Styles”! Perhaps many people never truly understood the true power of masterful techniques, merely skimming over them without being able to unleash their full strength.

As he pondered, Zhou Yu on the other side moved!

“Clang clang clang clang…”

The silver spear dragged across the ground, sparking everywhere! A long trench was carved out beneath Zhou Yu’s spear! The intensity kept building as he rushed forward, and a faint threat grew rapidly.

Zhou Yu’s aura was expanding at an astonishing pace!

It was somewhat similar to the essence of the “Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms,” except that the “Yang Family Spear Technique” involved cumulative effect in a single instance, while the “Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms” allowed for continuous accumulation and storage.

With a cold gaze, Kai Xin stepped forward as if having realized something.