Born to Disappear

Chapter 41

With a single leap Yuan Qing landed on top of the competition arena. The inner disciple clothes he wore waved in motion, adding more value to his elegant appearance.

If not with Hualing, Yuan Qing would have spent some time in the back forest. Making his figure was not often seen by other disciples, but even like that not a little cheering was heard from the audience area.

He looked sideways at Hualing who was sitting in the crowd, there was a calming smile etched on his lips. Yuan Qing twisted his wrist, the slender sword in the grasp dancing beautifully before the sharp tip pointed at Bai Fengying who was standing across.

"I will say the rule once again, the fight will not be stopped until one of you dies, goes out of the arena or raises a surrender hand!" The competition judges voiced the same rules. He looked back and forth at the direct disciple of the Heaven sect master and the inner disciple of the peak of the Second Soaring Cloud. The appearance of these two youngsters was superior to the superior ones. When Bai Fengying gave the impression of a young master of a cultured noble, then Yuan Qing gave the impression of a sharp sword that had gone through a thousand battles.

"Start!" he said it then disappeared in a gust of spiritual energy and moved down the arena.

The two competitors saluted each other before moving. One attack and one defend.

The delicate-looking Bai Fengying was the attacking party. Although it is still in the construction of the foundation, but the speed of its movement cannot be underestimated. With a single pedestal he launched an attack, the white-colored main disciple uniform fluttered in a swift gust of wind. The sword in the grasp gleamed in the scorching sunlight.

TRINGGS!

The sound of two metal clashing sounded loud. Yuan Qing used the Purple Lightning River to block the attack. He could hear the sword in his grasp buzzing arrogantly, Yuan Qing raised one corner of his lips.

Ling'er's sword is very interesting! It seems that soon this sword will give birth to consciousness!

Bai Fengying immediately retreated when her attack failed, there was a judging look from the look in her eyes. Some gave birth to admiration and some gave birth to suspicion. A thin smile is engraved on the corners of the lips, too thin to notice.

Fine Fengying once again attacked, exchanging dozens of movements in a few breaths. The sound of sword clashing and spiritual energy sparks sounded from the competition area. The lords sitting up there looked at the fight boredly, because in the eyes of these ancestors no one danced from the fight of the two foundation building cultivators.

Unlike the elders, Hualing saw the match with a thousand percent seriousness. She bit her lower lip while her hands tightly grasped the sides of the clothes. His heart was tight, feeling stifling. Like a rock clogging in the chest. He knew, with Yuan Qing's cultivation it would be easy to defeat Bai Fengying. However, the anxiety did not also subside.

Yuan Qing could feel that intense gaze, inwardly he sighed for Hualing's baseless restlessness. He knew the character of the girl. His consolation would have no impact, and only by finishing this fight would Hualing be calmer.

The killing light shone sharper than his eyes, shocking Bai Fengying who was doing a melee attack.

Bai Fengying bit her lips, 'I have to hold on, soon the formation is set!' thought. He re-launched his attack, spiritual energy focused in attack.

Bai Fengying's attack was again broken, but she did not give up. He slid back, the corners of the lips lifted higher. No one realized if pure spiritual energy was left behind in the fighting area, forming an incomplete formation.

Yuan Qing wanted to end this fight immediately. He no longer passively defended, but instead attacked fiercely. For while Bai Fengying was unable to adjust the situation, she was pushed back until she fell to her knees and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Bai Fengying lowered her head, no one could see the faint smile on her lips. Especially when he heard the sound of footsteps and Yuan Qing's arrogant tone.

The eye of the formation had been laid, just waiting for the prey to enter the trap.

"Are you going to give up?"

With the support of the sword, Bai Fengying straightened her back. Looking at the beautiful young man who stood firmly before him. As if judging, looking at Yuan Qing from head to toe, "are you really a demon?"

Bai Fengying could see Yuan Qing's frown furrowing for a moment, perhaps just a blink of an eye, but that reaction was enough to make him rush backwards.

A golden light shone from the index and middle fingers, "Devil-capturing formation!" he said it was not loud, but it could be heard the elders sitting up there.

An intricate golden formation shone beneath Yuan Qing's feet. Pressing him so hard, forced him to kneel. Yuan Qing could feel his skin as if it was being exfoliated bit by bit, exposing the dirtiness underneath. His pure spiritual energy was like being skinned layer by layer, leaving behind demonic energy that a mere demon cultivator should not have and was too tyrannical to become a little devil.

When the effect of the formation disappeared, everyone could see a young man wearing a disciple uniform within the Soaring Cloud sect kneeling down with a lean sword resting on. His strength during the fight had been staggering, but his current appearance was much more shocking.

Pure black demonic energy revolved around him, so carefree as a child playing around. A pair of black horns were formed from the black energy condensing on his forehead. A blood-colored holy mark shone between his firm brows. As the figure straightened up, a pair of red eyes swept across the crowd with a savage light.

Unmistakably, this is the sign of the Demon King!