Yi Yun adjusted his breathing and flowed the Yuan Qi within his body to reach his optimum state.
“It’s your turn.” Song Zijun brushed shoulders with Yi Yun when he came down. He looked at Yi Yun with a trace of smile on his lips.
Yi Yun calmly looked at Song Zijun and nodded. His eyes were clear like the stars in the night sky. There was a sharp blade within his serenity.
Their glances clashed as if there were the sound of clashing swords.
“Yi Yun do you still plan to struggle up there? The result is already clear.”
“If not for Young master Jichang’s accident stopping the array, Yi Yun would most likely have been terribly defeated by fourteen levels of difficulty… Now Young master Zijun has completed sixteen levels of difficulty. If Yi Yun were to carry on with his fourteen levels, would it be interesting?”
The Jing state young masters’ faces were full of gloating expressions.
To them, Song Zijun had already won. The difference was great. Yi Yun had to go up the stage to protect his pride out of helplessness.
The people from the vast wilderness did not speak. They looked at Yi Yun with worry in their eyes.
As for Yan Menglong, he rubbed his stubble. His eyes flashed as he looked at Yi Yun with interest. It seems like he had saw something interesting.
Yi Yun leaped and shot out like an arrow. In an instant, he had landed within the Frost Metal Blood Balls array. He said to the controller of the array, “Fourteen levels of difficulty!”
“Fourteen levels again. That’s so boring. This is his limit. If he had any guts, he would go to level fifteen in a while.”
“Hehe, you want to see Yi Yun suffer right? Do not worry, there’s no need for fifteen levels, fourteen levels is enough for him to be hit by the Frost Metal Blood Balls.”
The Jing state young masters were waiting to watch the show. They were not waiting to watch Yi Yun’s performance, but for him to be hit by the Frost Metal Blood Balls, vomiting blood from his injuries and being bedridden for half a month.
The array lit up and blood beams shot up. The fourteen Frost Metal Blood Balls emitted a fierce roar and weaved around in the air with tricky trajectories before shooting towards Yi Yun.
Yi Yun was familiar with fourteen levels of difficulty, but he still wanted to begin there. He wanted to carry on his understandings while his body was at its peak. He steadied his breath as he closed his eyes.
By feeling the ‘force’ to feel the attacks, he pushed himself closer to his limits. Only then could he dig out his full potential.
In a split second, Yi Yun had reached his maximum concentration. It was as if he was the only person left in the world and the force wind around his body. It was the air pushed from the Frost Metal Blood Balls through their trajectories!
These trajectories slowly became clear within his mind.
Yi Yun moved as each blood pearl brushed past his body.
Every attack of a Frost Metal Blood Ball was barely dodged by Yi Yun. It was his limit and extremely frightening. A few times, he could feel the pain the force wind caused to his skin. After every brush, it was as if his skin would rupture at any time, giving him goosebumps.
When the sons of the vast wilderness saw this scene, their hearts nearly stopped. Yi Yun was barely handling it at fourteen levels of difficulty. It seemed like likely he would be injured if it went on.
Yi Yun’s breathing became heavy as he adjusted the Flowing Mercury Gown’s weight. It made him go closer to his limit so that the physical exertion would be greater.
Drops of sweat rolled down Yi Yun’s forehead.