piratefiction Chapter 27 Ultimate Showdown, Evil Spirit Unleashes Its Fury
Chapter 27 Ultimate Showdown, Evil Spirit Unleashes Its Fury
On the day of the semi-finals, the Qingyang City Martial Arts Hall was even more bustling than the day before.
Tens of thousands of spectators packed the entire venue to capacity, and even the streets outside the square were filled with people. Everyone was eagerly anticipating two epic battles—on one side, the aloof and elegant Su Qingyue versus the fierce and aggressive Zhao Xuan, and on the other side, the star-studded Lin Chen versus the unparalleled Zhang Hu.
On the high platform, the powerful figures from all sides sat upright and solemn. President Li Changfeng's fingers moved in a series of astrological gestures as his gaze swept across the contestants' rest area, his brow furrowing slightly: "Zhao Xuan's aura is off. The black impurities within the dark red are almost overflowing. If this continues, he will completely fall into the evil path."
Upon hearing this, Wang Hu also focused his gaze and indeed saw that the aura above Zhao Xuan's head was like boiling ink, constantly churning with black mist, faintly showing a tendency to transform into a vengeful ghostly phantom. "This kid has an evil heart, and his core aura was previously scattered by Lin Chen, causing inner demons to fester. Now he's completely exhausted, only clinging to life with a surge of malevolent energy. Su Qingyue is probably in trouble."
Shen Qingzhou gently shook his folding fan, his tone calm: "Not necessarily. Su Qingyue's pure and pristine aura is naturally able to suppress evil influences. As long as she can maintain her composure, she might be able to resolve this crisis."
In the players' rest area, Zhao Xuan sat alone in a corner, exuding an aura of menace that kept strangers at bay. He clenched his fists tightly, the humiliating image of being defeated by Lin Chen flashing through his mind, along with the mocking looks from those around him. An uncontrollable killing intent rose from the depths of his heart.
"I can't lose! I absolutely can't lose!" Zhao Xuan roared in a low voice, his eyes bloodshot. "I'm the number one genius at Experimental High School, I should be the champion! Lin Chen, Su Qingyue, you both deserve to die!"
The black, malevolent aura above his head grew stronger with his emotional fluctuations, making the surrounding environment cold and chilling. Zhang Hu, sitting next to him, subconsciously moved to the side, his eyes filled with apprehension as he looked at him.
Lin Chen sat on the other side, calmly watching everything unfold. He could clearly sense the frenzied killing intent emanating from Zhao Xuan, as well as that nauseating, malevolent aura. The Star Martial Core within his dantian sensed this aura and immediately glowed slightly, its silver starlight energy automatically circulating and isolating the malevolent aura from the outside.
Dressed in white, Su Qingyue sat quietly not far from Lin Chen. She seemed to sense Lin Chen's gaze, tilting her head slightly and nodding gently at him. The shimmering white aura above her head rippled slightly, emitting a faint warmth that neutralized the surrounding chill.
"The first match of the semi-finals: Zhao Xuan versus Su Qingyue. Please step onto the stage, both players, and the match will begin immediately!"
The referee's loud announcement instantly ignited the atmosphere in the stadium.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuan abruptly stood up, like a wounded beast, and swiftly leaped onto the arena. His muscles were taut, veins bulging, and his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at Su Qingyue, who was slowly walking onto the stage. He let out a low roar, shouting, "Su Qingyue, listen up! I will not lose!"
Ignoring his roar, Su Qingyue calmly walked onto the arena. Dressed in pure white, her ethereal beauty contrasted sharply with the crazed Zhao Xuan. A shimmering white aura slowly spread above her head, like a bright moon, bathing the entire arena in a soft white light.
"The match begins!"
Round 1: Zhao Xuan is possessed by evil spirits, and the evil influence is overwhelming.
As soon as the referee finished speaking, Zhao Xuan shot off like an arrow released from a bow.
Instead of activating the incomplete "Mad Lion's Overlord Body Strength" in his dantian, he concentrated all the qi and blood in his dantian and the evil fortune above his head into his fists. As the qi and blood condensed and the evil fortune was enhanced, his fists turned as black as ink, emitting a chilling stench, clearly indicating that he had practiced some kind of sinister forbidden technique.
"Die!"
Zhao Xuan roared and threw a punch at Su Qingyue's face. The punch whistled through the air, carrying a thick black mist, and the air crackled and sizzled wherever it passed.
The speed and power of this punch were even three times stronger than when he was at his peak!
The entire audience was stunned; no one had expected Zhao Xuan to become so crazy.
Su Qingyue remained calm, and with her feet fully engaged in the "Ice Shadow Step" technique, her figure floated back three feet like a ghost, easily avoiding Zhao Xuan's fatal punch.
"Bang!"
Zhao Xuan's punch missed its mark and slammed heavily onto the stone slab of the arena. The slab shattered instantly, and black mist spread along the cracks, corroding small pits wherever it passed.
"Are you afraid to face me head-on?"
Zhao Xuan roared, his attacks becoming even more ferocious. His vicious fist techniques rained down on Su Qingyue like a storm, and as time passed, black mist filled the entire arena, completely enveloping Su Qingyue's figure.
His moves had lost all structure, reduced to pure, primal killing instinct. Every punch aimed for Su Qingyue's vitals, each strike deadly and merciless.
Su Qingyue weaved through the black mist, a thin barrier of shimmering white aura forming around her, shielding her from its corrosive influence. Her movements were agile and graceful, like a sprite dancing on a knife's edge, always managing to evade Zhao Xuan's attacks at crucial moments.
However, Zhao Xuan's offensive was too fierce, and the black mist was extremely corrosive, constantly consuming the luminous white aura above Su Qingyue's head. As time passed, Su Qingyue's breathing gradually became rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.