When he was about to take his tenth step, Yi Qing moved. He knew that if he did not do so, there was no way to back out once he let his opponent find the best spot to attack,.
When the Iron Fan fluttered, one by one, the magic fan’s shadows appeared randomly, as if a big bag filled with butterflies was torn open letting all the butterflies fly out, straight towards Meng Chong.
“Break!"
Meng Chong bent his body down, rushed forward and cut apart the bunch of shadows.
Putchh!
This one strike had caught the weakest point of the [Countless Fans Shadow skill], the blood red blade with the sharp light was brisk, it already appeared in front of Yi Qing in the blink of an eye, unbelievably fast.
"This is a fast moving blade skill, stable yet quick and light. I have no idea how this fares against North Snow Fast Blade Lin Qi." Watching Meng Chong’s blade skill, Ye Chen suddenly remembered Lin Qi who he coincidentally met at the Northwest Auction Field. Both of them were known for their quick and agile blade skill, but he felt that Meng Chong was still a bit less skillful when compared to Lin Qi.
Shaking his head, Ye Chen clearly knew that he had to work harder as there were people stronger than Lin Qi, like Young Master North Snow and Young Master Duan Mu and not to forget the top of Heavenly Wind Nation’s’ younger generation - Young Master Emerald.
Qing! Qiang!
Though the great impact force of the red blade was pushed off by the iron fan, it was still too powerful, it sent Yi Qing bouncing out.
"Good, if you can withstand my first strike, let's see about the second and third strikes." Meng Chong seemed to be gaining spirit and became more and more energetic. His blood red blade skill slashed out and formed a huge net covering Yi Qing.
Yi Qing tried to protect himself with the Iron Fan. Nevertheless, the dreadful blade skill was able to make his whole body numb and it also increased his blood pressure.
“The seventh blade!" This last strike was so fast and it finally cut Yi Qing changing the situation completely.
Yi Qing slowly kept away his Iron Fan, "I still can’t defeat you." Just now Yi Qing was about to use a strong attack, but due to Meng Chong’s Brisk Blade skill, his unique skill became completely useless. He realised that his attack skill was yet to be perfected, otherwise it won't be so easy for Meng Chong to find its fault. Everything had both its advantages and disadvantages. Through this battle, he was able to find its defects.
Meng Chong smiled, "I had to use the seventh blade to completely defeat you, excellent."
Wu Zongming, who stood beside Ye Chen sighed, "I wonder if there is someone that can defeat Senior Meng Chong." He then took a glance at Ye Chen, who gave him an unfathomable feeling. Till now nobody knew his real strength, maybe he can defeat Meng Chong.
Of course, Wu Zongming was not really sure about that.
"I don't know, let’s see how it is going to progress" Ye Chen did not do anything to interfere.
Soon, it was the end of the sixth round of battles.
So far, only five of the remaining participants had an unbeaten record, they were Blood Shadow Blade - Meng Chong, Peach Blossom Hand - Zhou Rou, Ghost Sword - Li Kuang, Tie Feng and also Ye Chen.
Although Xiao Ye and Li Yun did not lose, they had a draw and thus accumulated one point less.
After the seventh round of battle, one more participant was eliminated, it was Peach Blossom Hand-Zhou Rou. She was unlucky that she had to fight Iron Fan - Yi Qing, she finally lost by just one move after about 100 strikes. Even so, the spectators were stunned by the battle.
As people anticipated the eighth round of battles, it finally began.
The first three matches were wonderful. When it came to the fourth match, the crowd of spectators cheered loudly.
It was a fight between Ye Chen and the Ghost Sword - Li Kuang.
Compared to this round, there was not much anticipation for his matches that morning. But, as Ye Chen continued to maintain his total victory, his popularity also continued to soar, the number of his supporters continued to increase, some of them were his martial school’s disciples.