Chapter 540: “Seven Moves Left!”

“Dongfang Family, Dongfang Xiong—please, heroes of the world, share your wisdom!”
Dressed in snow-white brocade robes, with his tall and upright stance and composed demeanor, Dongfang Xiong quickly won the admiration of heroes from all over, including the leaders of various sects, who all nodded in approval:
“Not bad. The son of the head of the Dongfang Family. It is said that despite his youth, his martial skills already rank among the best among his peers. It seems the Dongfang Family has an outstanding heir.”
“Hmm.”
As various murmurs reached the arena, Dongfang Xiong remained cold and aloof, standing alone in the center of the arena, calmly watching Happy step forward.
“Is he my opponent?” The masters of the six major sects showed surprise and interest.
“Happy.”
“Interesting.”
“One is one of the most outstanding disciples of the eight great families; the other is a disciple of the Murong Family, and someone highly regarded by the leaders of the six major sects. This fight will be interesting.” Even Huang Yaoshi, who had once spoken harshly, now showed interest, seemingly quite intrigued by this battle.
“Rong’er, who do you think will win in this fight—these two?” Huang Yaoshi asked his daughter.
“I don’t know.”
“Dongfang Xiong belongs to the Dongfang Family, whose swordsmanship is quite good. Coupled with his young age and strong skills, he should be a talent. But…” Here, Huang Rong hesitated for a moment before fixing her gaze on Happy, who had stood firmly on the arena stage. “However, Happy from the Murong Family has always seemed inscrutable. His swordsmanship is average, but he understands the essence of swordsmanship and seems very familiar with the martial arts of various sects. He can always anticipate his opponent’s moves and win quickly… Additionally, his palm techniques are extremely clever and powerful. Those below the Wuwei realm have no chance against him at all.”
Huang Yaoshi and Guo Jing exchanged a glance.
The latter looked grave:
“Rong’er, haven’t you realized that your evaluation of Happy is already quite high?”
“…”
“If he really knows ourbeggar gang’s ‘Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms,’ Dongfang Xiong definitely won’t be his match,” Guo Jing said thoughtfully. “But according to Master Kong Xiang, Happy first practiced the ‘Emei Nine Yang Cultivation,’ and a few months ago, he obtained the ‘Shaolin Nine Yang Cultivation.’ After that, he stayed at the Wudang Sect for some time, likely to learn the ‘Wudang Nine Yang Cultivation.’ If he has already mastered the complete ‘Nine Yang Divine Cultivation,’ then ourbeggar gang will have no justification to demand the ‘Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms’ back.”
“That’s right.”
Huang Yaoshi rarely showed a serious expression:

“The Nine Yang Divine Skill is a rare and extraordinary martial art in the world. Those who possess it are all extraordinary talents in the martial arts world. Just now, after a brief exchange of blows, Zhang Wuji was able to grasp the essence of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and fight on par with Jing’er, which shows just how extraordinary the Nine Yang Divine Skill is.”
“Hmm, considering Kaixin’s kindness toward Wudang, the Wudang Nine Yang Skill should be given to him…” Guo Jing said, “Rather than having more enemies, it’s better to turn a blind eye. Besides, Kaixin has done good deeds for the six major sects; he can be considered an upright person. As long as he doesn’t spread it outside, we can let it be.”
“…”
Huang Rong was somewhat convinced.
“Wait, let’s talk to Kaixin privately—it might be a good opportunity to build a positive relationship,” Guo Jing said, seeing Huang Rong hesitating, and took the decision for her.
…
Standing in front of Dong Fang Xiong, Kaixin appeared very calm.
The disciples of the eight great families had all reached the Wu Wei realm, each with a dazzling aura that seemed no less impressive than those of the leaders of ordinary sects. However, having experienced similar situations in his past life, Kaixin knew the pressure wasn’t that great.
“Please teach me,” Kaixin said calmly, and Dong Fang Xiong was even more composed.
As a master of the Wu Wei realm, Dong Fang Xiong had already gained a certain reputation in the martial arts world and had been chosen as the next head of his family. His family placed high hopes on him at this martial arts conference, hoping to showcase their family’s prestige!
The Murong family—Miss Murong had extraordinary talent…
But he only regarded her as one of his opponents. What surprised him was a Murong family disciple at the Life and Death realm who, without knowing his strength, stepped forward.
“Ten moves!”
Dong Fang Xiong slowly drew his sword and said, “If I can’t defeat you within ten moves, I, Dong Fang Xiong, admit defeat.” He didn’t even glance at Kaixin, his contempt obvious!
When these words were spoken, not many in the audience were shocked; they merely frowned slightly, with some looking at Kaixin with concern or schadenfreude.
A master of the Wu Wei realm against one at the Life and Death realm…
In this martial arts conference, the two were not on equal footing at all!
Yet, Kaixin’s reply was even colder and more scornful:
“If that’s the case, I’ll leave after ten moves. I won’t see you off.” These words caused a stir among the martial arts masters.
Dong Fang Xiong finally lost his cold expression and smiled coldly. With a step, his body floated forward like a willow fluff in the wind, his long sword behind him, as he moved toward Kaixin, who was dozens of meters away—looking extremely eerie.

Kai Xin remained motionless, gazing at each other in place.
Dong Fang Xiong saw that his own movements hadn’t disrupted the other’s formation, and a hint of surprise finally appeared on his face:
The rising sun!
A simple gesture of raising a sword with one hand.
Swish!
The sword formed a perfect arc, like a sun suddenly rising from the sea. A blinding red light burst forth from the long sword, casting red light all over Kai Xin’s eyes, as if he were struck by the sun’s intense rays.
Amidst the heat, Kai Xin clearly sensed a sharp cold blade seemingly locking onto his body.
No dodging, no avoiding!
It wasn’t until the sword light neared his face that his body suddenly moved…
Dragon form!
Dragon-seizing stance!
He twisted mysteriously and darted into the intense light.
The next moment!
The intense light vanished abruptly.
With a groan, both Dong Fang Xiong and Kai Xin tumbled backward from the disappearing light.
Thud, thud, thud!
Dong Fang Xiong stepped back five times. When he stopped, he wiped his face—there was bright red blood, with three shocking bloodstains on his face, causing searing pain.
Below the arena, everyone showed expressions of disbelief and solemnity.
Nan Gong Ruoshui and Bei Lie’s indifference vanished, replaced by stunned shock and disbelief.
For the first time, the two, along with the disciples of the eight great families, took a deep breath and looked at this disciple brought by Miss Murong with utmost seriousness.
For the first time, they realized that when saving the six major sects, Kai Xin likely relied not just on petty tricks but also demonstrated remarkable strength.
Thud!
In his first direct confrontation with Dong Fang Xiong, Kai Xin took a kick to the chest, but his Golden Bell Shield absorbed most of the damage. He stepped back two times before stabilizing himself on the arena.
In front of Dong Fang Xiong and all the heroes under heaven, Kai Xin gently brushed the dust off his chest and said calmly, “There are still seven moves left.”