Dual Cultivation-Chapter 1139: Fighting Yun Xiao Hong

"S-Sect Leader?! What are you doing here?"

The sect elders hastily stood up to properly greet her when they saw her face.

"You make it sound like I am not supposed to be here. Nearly the entire sect is here, yet you are surprised by my presence?" Sect Leader Qing calmly spoke.

"T-That's not what I meant… It's just that you've never participated before…" the sect elder scrambled his mind to make an excuse.

"You mean you've never seen me here before. However, I have definitely witnessed plenty."

The sect elders raised their eyebrows at her puzzling statement. Most of them had served the sect for thousands of years, yet none could recall a single instance where the Sect Leader had ever attended a deathmatch.

What they didn't know was that Sect Leader Qing was speaking of a time long before their own—an era when Su Yang had walked the sect grounds as a disciple for the first time. Back then, he had taken part in so many deathmatches that he came dangerously close to wiping out the entire Core Disciple ranks.

"Disciple Fei, what do you think will happen in this deathmatch? Although Senior apprentice-brother Yun has been a Core Disciple for much longer, I was there to witness Senior apprentice-brother Xiao's deathmatch with Shao Jianjun, and he killed Shao Jianjun without moving a muscle."

Disciple Fei and her roommate were also present at the deathmatch.

"I remember you said it wasn't Sword Will but some trickery," said Disciple Fei.

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"T-That was back then! I have changed my mind since then!" her roommate quickly responded.

Disciple Fei narrowed her eyes at Su Yang and continued, "Whether it was really Sword Will or something else, we will find out the truth today."

"I don't see Disciple Lin anywhere. This is such an important event for her partner, yet she's nowhere to be seen?" One of the disciples there noticed Lin Xinyi's absence.

"She's probably already mourning his death."

"Hahaha! That's possible! I'm definitely going to try courting her later. Although she no longer has her Pure Yin Essence, she's still a top beauty and is sought-after."

Time passed swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already time for the deathmatch to begin.

"Senior apprentice-brother Yun has arrived!"

All the attention in the arena instantly went to Yun Xiao Hong, who was making an entrance with his partner by his side.

"Make sure to give him a painful death for daring to fight you."

Yun Xiao Hong kissed his partner and responded in a confident voice, "Of course."

He turned to look at Su Yang, who was still cultivating on the stage, and coldly sneered, "You won't be able to continue acting tough in a moment."

Yun Xiao Hong entered the stage and stood on the opposite end of Su Yang.

Su Yang opened his eyes for the first time in six hours and calmly stood up.

A moment later, the judge stepped onto the stage and spoke loudly, "It has been a long time since two Core Disciples faced each other in the Life or Death arena. But now that you've both taken your places on the stage, your titles and status within the sect no longer hold meaning. From this point on, only one of you will walk away alive. If you have any last words, say them now."

"Any last words for your partner before you die?" Yun Xiao Hong said to Su Yang.

"That won't be necessary since I can speak with her later—after I clean up some trash here."

"Is that so? Don't regret that decision when you wake up in hell!" Yun Xiao Hong shouted as he retrieved his Empyrean-grade sword, one grade higher than Su Yang's Divine-grade sword.

Su Yang glanced at Yun Xiao Hong's sword and smiled, "Looks like I'll also be upgrading my sword after this."

Veins appeared on Yun Xiao Hong's forehead as he turned to the judge and shouted, "Can we begin the fight already?!"

The judge shook his head and said, "Since the Sect Leader is also here, she will be the one to begin the match."

Sect Leader Qing then spoke, "I don't have anything to say, so you may begin whenever."

The instant Sect Leader Qing finished her sentence, Yun Xiao Hong pounced at Su Yang.

"DIE, YOU ARROGANT BASTARD!" he roared as he swung his sword.

Just as Yun Xiao Hong closed the distance, Su Yang's sword moved with swift, precise grace, effortlessly deflecting the incoming strike.

In the next instant, Su Yang countered, unleashing a sword technique that was both elegant and fierce.

Disciple Fei's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as she recognized the technique.

'That's my family's sword technique! How does he know it?!' she screamed inwardly.

A few more exchanges later.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you using your Sword Will?" Yun Xiao Hong taunted, a mocking grin on his face. "Oh, I know, it's because you can't—"

Before he could finish, a sudden, searing pain tore through his lower body. His vision blurred, the world tilted, and in the next moment, he collapsed to the ground.

Lying on the ground, Yun Xiao Hong's gaze lifted weakly—only to see a pair of legs standing before him. But as his eyes traced upward, there was nothing else. No torso, no face—just two legs, standing alone.

It took a moment for Yun Xiao Hong to comprehend what he was seeing. Then the truth hit him—those were his own legs.

His face drained of all color as the horror sank in, and a bloodcurdling scream tore from his throat, echoing through the arena.

"W-What the hell just happened?!"

The spectators sat in stunned silence, their faces frozen in disbelief. Not a single one could explain what had just happened. One moment, Yun Xiao Hong was perfectly fine; the next, he fell to the ground, his legs severed cleanly, as if by an invisible sword.

"Sorry, what were you saying just now?" Su Yang calmly asked as he stood over Yun Xiao Hong with an overbearing presence.