Chapter 71: Disparity of Strength, an Unpredictable Outcome

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Those standing nearby all secretly clenched their fists in anxiety for Ji Yin.

After all, there had been no news of Ji Yin breaking through to a higher level.

This, then, was still a duel between an Awakened novice and a third-rank expert.

The disparity in strength was clear, yet the outcome remained uncertain.

“Demon Lord, do you need my help?”

“No need. It’s been too long since I’ve stretched my limbs,” Ji Yin’s voice carried a hint of inexplicable excitement.

Chu Yu’s sword drew ever closer, a fierce wind lashing straight at Ji Yin’s face!

Ten paces. Five. Three…

Ji Yin still did not move.

Those watching were so tense their hearts seemed ready to leap from their chests.

At such close range, could the Seventh Young Master possibly dodge it?

Suddenly, Ji Yin rose onto her toes, arms spreading wide, and leapt lightly into the air. At the very moment Chu Yu was about to reach her, she soared away!

The figure before them moved with such speed—like a specter.

Chu Yu felt a sudden weight press down on his shoulder, an overwhelming force bearing down from above, bending his knee!

He immediately braced himself with his sword to keep from kneeling outright.

Ji Yin’s lips curled upward as she exerted force once more.

It was as if a great mountain weighed down on Chu Yu, forcing him to bend his knee!

Suddenly, he twisted violently and slashed out with his sword!

Ji Yin sensed the sword’s energy bearing down and flipped aside to evade.

A column of wind suddenly surged up behind her, and in the next instant, columns of wind rose all around, trapping her at their center.

The wind columns surged toward her, as though seeking to merge into one, threatening to draw her in and devour her whole.

The force of the wind was so intense that even the onlookers felt suffocated, their eyes forced shut by the gale. Though they stood far away, the power of the wind battered them relentlessly—how much worse must it be for Ji Yin, standing within the storm’s heart?

Would she be torn apart by the wind?

Though Chu Yu could command the wind, he might not truly understand the nature of his own power. How is wind formed? Even as a wild gale raged outside, the eye of the storm remained calm and still.

At this moment, Ji Yin stood in the eye of the storm.

She did not need to resist Chu Yu’s raging winds. If she had tried, she might truly have been torn to shreds.

This is why real combat experience is so crucial.

Know yourself, know your enemy, and you will emerge victorious time and again.

The tempest raged for as long as it took to burn a stick of incense. Chu Yu staked all his soul power on this one clash! Gradually, he felt his strength begin to wane.

He had planned to break through to the fourth rank within six months.

Indeed, he had the capability—training diligently each day to strengthen his soul. Judging by his current strength, breaking through within six months was a certainty.

But then, he ran into Ji Yin.

A so-called “good-for-nothing” he had never spared a thought for, yet now, he was forced to stake all his soul power in a battle against her!

It was a humiliation beyond words.

“Seventh Young Master! How is the Seventh Young Master?” Guangyuan called out in concern.

“Didn’t the Sixth Young Master go to fetch the First Young Master? Why isn’t he here yet?” Guangfeng immediately replied.

“Is that Chu Yu mad? Does he really mean to kill the Seventh Young Master?”

“Let’s go rescue the Seventh Young Master!”

“With winds this strong, we can’t get through at all!”

Gradually, the force of the wind began to subside.

Ji Yin could feel it.

Chu Yu’s endurance had exceeded her expectations. Thankfully, this duel happened today—otherwise, it would not have been long before Chu Yu broke through to the fourth rank!

Everyone remained anxious for Ji Yin, for she had not shown any sign of life for so long.

She must be unable to fight back, they thought—or perhaps, already dead.

A surge of satisfaction welled up in Chu Yu’s heart.