Chapter 95 Finding the Right Opportunity

To any discerning eye, it was evident that for a prodigious talent like Gu Qingli, stepping into the realm of Martial Kings was but a natural progression—an inevitability.

Emerald energy surged unceasingly from her palms, interwoven with strands of silvery soul force, creating a dazzling spectacle of power.

Every gaze was fixed upon the stage, eyes wide with anticipation, as the crowd held its collective breath, awaiting the final clash between Gu Qingli and Young Master He.

All present felt it in their bones—this would be the decisive moment.

Boom!!!

The sheer force of the energies unleashed was staggering, representing the pinnacle of what young cultivators could achieve.

The dueling platform groaned beneath the weight of their power. Massive fissures cracked across the surface, and the stone stage, though forged of resilient material, splintered with sharp, echoing cracks.

Another thunderous boom reverberated, and yet no one so much as blinked, their eyes riveted on the unfolding scene.

Two radiant torrents of energy collided with a deafening crash—but to everyone's astonishment, it was the seemingly weaker emerald force that devoured the pale blue wave with overwhelming might, surging like a tidal wave toward Young Master He.

At the heart of this storm of power, the two figures responded in stark contrast.

Gu Qingli staggered back several paces, her complexion paling slightly, but she remained wholly unharmed.

Crack!

Young Master He's defensive barrier of pale blue energy fractured like brittle glass, spiderweb fissures racing across its surface before it shattered entirely in a haze of dissipating mist.

Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, his body was hurled backward like a severed kite, crashing violently into the ground with a thunderous impact.

Blood spurted from his lips as he landed, carving a crater into the stage floor. Dust and shattered stone covered him from head to toe—his appearance thoroughly disheveled.

On the platform, Gu Qingli stood tall and unyielding, her gaze cold and contemptuous.

Even more wretched than Gu Qingche's defeat. Satisfactory.

The grand hall was plunged into silence, broken only by the ragged gasps of Young Master He.

Below the stage, Li Ke'er and Gu Qinglin exchanged terrified glances. Neither had imagined that Gu Qingli's strength had ascended to such fearsome heights—it was terrifying beyond belief.

Gu Qingli remained poised atop the platform, her exquisite face adorned with a faint smile. That radiant presence dazzled all who beheld her.

Who could have foreseen that such a young girl would rise to such astonishing heights?

"Well then? Care to continue this little exchange?"

She emphasized the word with mocking sweetness, the irony in her tone sharp as a blade.

Truth be told, there were reasons why Gu Qingli had managed to wound him so decisively.

First, Young Master He's cultivation, though powerful, lacked the refinement of Gu Qingli's. Secondly, swayed by arrogance and assured of superiority, he had held back, choosing to probe rather than strike in earnest.

He had encased himself in a defensive energy barrier—an act of prudence, perhaps.

But he had gravely misjudged. He never expected Gu Qingli to possess such overwhelming strength, enough to shatter even that protective veil.

She had seized the perfect opportunity—striking when he least anticipated it.

Still, she knew his wounds, though dramatic in appearance, were not particularly severe.

Young Master He spat out the last trace of blood and looked up, the murderous intent in his eyes now unmasked.

"Exchange? You think such a petty wound concerns me?"

He wiped the blood from his lips with a flick of his sleeve, and with a sharp leap, returned once more to the shattered platform.

The black stone of the stage had been crafted from a special material, durable enough for youthful duels, but not designed to withstand the might of true kings.

After all, no one expected the battles of youths to reach such a terrifying level.