5 Moon as Backdrop (1/2)
It all happened within a split second.
Meng Fuyao flipped her hand, and the short sword in her palm of spun nimbly. The glint of light on the sword suddenly exploded, with a sliding sound. The sword drew a magnificent ray of light, shooting at the chest of the opponent!
She had used the third stance of the Cleaving Nine Heavens technique, Green Void Flowing Electricity!
It was as if a bolt of lightning abruptly ripped through the sky, cleaving through seas and lands. The closer the target was, the stronger the impact would be. The ray of cold light was moving at a speed that normal people could not avoid, going straight for the kill!
The sounds of strong winds carried a murderous aura as sharp as a knife. This caused the surrounding air to rub against each other, letting out a sharp noise resembling a ghostly howl.
Alarmed cries sounded. The White Mountain Sect Master along with other Leaders abruptly stood up from their seats. Lin Xuanyuan, who was deep in his thoughts and knocking his fingers lightly against the arm of the chair, was also startled by the fierce killing movement. His fingers hit empty space.
A disciple that was standing slightly closer to the arena let out a cry, covering his face. A while later, blood seeped through his fingertips and dripped down. His face had been cut from the excess Qi that radiated from the arena.
Such a swift, fierce and chilling killing move was almost impossible to avoid. The move made the people who were standing in shock, look at each other in dismay, feeling a chill in their hearts.
The eyesight and response of the young man were exceptionally good, just as the cold light had appeared, hidden in the many rays of light, he had already retreated hurriedly. The black shadow flashed, flipping its body like a furious dragon. He had somersaulted and retreated three feet away. Although he had already retreated, he was still slow by a second.
In the silence, a light noise sounded. White light shot through his shoulder blade and a large patch of blood blossomed splendidly on his slightly frail back.
When the young man landed on the ground, his body staggered unstably. Meng Fuyao smiled while smoothing her sleeves, towering in the arena.
Meng Fuyao had won.
The White Mountain Sect Master's expression changed. There were rules for the Sword Challenge that prevented individuals from relying on numbers to win. He had expected that out of all the disciples in the Mystic Essence Sword Sect, none could match up to the young man dressed in black. Hence, even though the most powerful Sect Master amongst them, Qing Cheng, had lost to Lin Xuanyuan by a single move, he was not perturbed.
Unexpectedly, this ugly girl had appeared and messed up the situation. Internally he scolded himself for having a despicable mouth. Otherwise, the ugly girl would have already left, and none of these unpredicted situations would have happened.
There was silence in the martial arts arena. The Mystic Essence Sect's disciples stared blankly at Meng Fuyao. Under the sunlight, the black hair and umber black robes of the girl floated in the breeze. Her slightly lifted jaw formed an exquisite and smooth curvature.
She looked at the crowd with a mocking smile. The single glance seemed even more brilliant than the sun's rays. When she swept through them with her gaze, the ones that had previously mocked her involuntarily shrank back from her gaze.
Meng Fuyao smiled coldly and then threw her sword three inches into the ground.
Crack.
A ruler length split that resembled a grim and mocking smirk could be seen on the white stone floor.
The red tassel dangling off the sword hilt fluttered willfully in the wind as if dismissing the stunned gazes within the crowd.
The neat and delicate white stone floor of the arena had been greatly damaged by Meng Fuyao, but none opened their mouths.
The young man in black walked away without glancing back. Only after reaching the door, did he turn back. His chilly gaze met that of Meng Fuyao, who had just removed the cloth covering her eyes, lifting her head.
Both gazes clashed. Deep in the young man's eyes, his gaze changed, rolling and crashing like the waves upon the sea.
Meng Fuyao looked back at him calmly. Her gaze was crystal clear, like the new moon rising above the sea.
The young man suddenly had a strange expression, glancing behind Meng Fuyao before striding away.
Meng Fuyao turned back, puzzled. She realized that Lin Xuanyuan had silently appeared behind her back.
Meng Fuyao jumped, retreating quickly. However, a wave of dizziness struck her.
Strong winds with a murderous aura blew.
Bang!
...
A ghastly pale crescent moon hung upon the indigo sky. The moon's cold, chilling light was shining on the emerald green forest, making it appear even more tranquil.
The breeze blew past the forest canopy, brushing against leaves and letting out a whistling, similar to sounds of groaning. From a far away mountain came the sound of a wolf howling. Its harsh and sharp aura caused the entire forest to quiver. The sound pierced through the vast, endless starry sky. It traveled through the boundless mountain ranges, into the ears of the chain-bounded person within the mountain cave.
The cave was dark and damp, overgrown with moss, long and narrow. When the wind blew past the cave entrance, it sounded like a ghost was crying and yelling. Deep in the cave, a barely visible white light could be seen. On a closer look, it turned out to be a pile of scattered white bones.
Meng Fuyao sat on the damp floor, huddled into a ball. Her clothes were torn and ragged, injuries covering every single inch of her body.
She had already been imprisoned in the Mystic Essence Sword Sect's secret cell for seven days.