Upon hearing Zhang Mingkong's invitation, Zhang Mingyu also sensed that Zhang Mingkong was about to make a move. He smiled and said, "The martial arts competition for young mystics has concluded; it's time for us to descend." Da Feng Novel Network
With that, Zhang Mingyu rose and walked towards the martial arts arena, exposing his back completely to Zhang Mingkong.
Seeing this from afar, Zhang Daoyuan immediately tensed up, quietly slipping his hand into his Daoist robe sleeve, gripping the short sword he had prepared.
Although Zhang Daoyuan knew from Ye Ling's warning that Zhang Mingkong was from the Hongchen Pavilion, Zhang Mingkong was still the Vice Sect Master and held a very high position within the Zhengyi Sect.
If he were to act rashly now, he would be misunderstood by other Heavenly Masters and mistaken for an insider.
Therefore, all he could do was stop Zhang Mingkong the moment he made his move and expose him.
However, Zhang Mingkong was also a sixth-rank cultivator. It would be incredibly difficult for Zhang Daoyuan to stop him the moment he attacked; he would need to be fully focused.
Zhang Mingkong, seeing Zhang Mingyu expose his back to him, realized this was an opportunity. If he attacked with all his might now, he could instantly kill Zhang Mingyu!
Once the Zhengyi Sect lost its Sect Master, it would undoubtedly fall into chaos, making it much easier for the Hongchen Pavilion mystics to deal with them.
Zhang Mingkong clasped his hands behind his back, hidden within his sleeves, forming a hand seal with one hand. The short sword in his sleeve began to tremble.
"Something's wrong!"
Just as Zhang Mingkong was about to strike Zhang Mingyu, he suddenly realized this might be a trap, and the killing intent in his heart instantly dissipated by more than half!
He had personally killed Number 1 last night, and his actions were too abnormal!
Zhang Mingyu was not a fool; he wouldn't have no suspicions about him.
Under normal circumstances, Zhang Mingyu should have been wary of him and would not have so openly turned his back to him.
'Calm down...'
Zhang Mingkong released his grip, and the short sword in his sleeve returned to stillness.
He wore a smile, his gaze casually sweeping across the surroundings, and he quickly noticed Zhang Daoyuan and several other Heavenly Masters.
Indeed!
Even though Zhang Daoyuan immediately averted his gaze when Zhang Mingkong looked at him, Zhang Mingkong's sharp eyes still caught it!
Zhang Daoyuan was monitoring him!
Realizing this, Zhang Mingkong's lips curved slightly. He completely abandoned the idea of ambushing Zhang Mingyu and calmly walked to the edge of the martial arts arena with Zhang Mingyu.
If he were to assassinate now, while it couldn't be said to have no chance of success, the probability of success would definitely be very low!
The assassin arranged by the Hongchen Pavilion was not him, and there was no need for him to overstep his bounds now.
Zhang Mingyu had been waiting for Zhang Mingkong to make a move. However, after reaching the arena, nothing happened, and a trace of doubt began to surface in his heart, making him wonder if he had misunderstood.
"Sect Master, the young champion is waiting for you to present the award."
At this moment, Zhang Mingkong's voice reached Zhang Mingyu's ears, bringing him back to his senses.
Zhang Mingyu turned back and said, "Yes, Mingkong, please summon all the Heavenly Masters to the arena. After the award ceremony, we will officially hold the Heavenly Master Ordination."
Zhang Mingkong bowed slightly, "Yes, Sect Master."
With that, Zhang Mingkong retreated to the outside of the arena and sent a message in the group chat, asking the Heavenly Masters to bring their disciples to the arena to gather.
Meanwhile, Zhang Mingyu walked to the center of the arena to present the award to the victorious mystic.
The champion this time was a disheveled woman in white, with no sect affiliation and a cultivation of third rank. She was not well-known in the circles, and most of the surrounding audience did not recognize her.
The favorite to win this competition was originally Zhuge Yehan of the Wuhou Sect, but Zhuge Yehan had not appeared since the opening of the tournament.
Without seeing Zhuge Yehan's battles, many mystics felt it was a great pity and believed that the woman's championship was largely undeserved.
Zhang Mingyu stepped forward and asked the woman with a smile, "Young lady, what is your name?"
"Feng Ke," the woman replied faintly, her tone extremely calm, almost unnaturally so.
"What is the background of this young girl? To face Zhang Mingyu with such an attitude?" A mystic in the audience, seeing Feng Ke's unusual calmness, exclaimed in surprise.
The leader of a sect stroked his beard, his eyes flashing with brilliance, and said, "With such composure at such a young age, she will surely become formidable when she grows up!"
"I just remembered, this Feng Ke hasn't said a word since she stepped onto the stage. She defeated all her opponents in one move. Her strength should not be underestimated!"
For a moment, all the mystics' attention was focused on Feng Ke, wanting to know who this Feng Ke truly was.
Feng Ke paid no attention to the noisy discussions around her. She lowered her eyelids and calmly asked Zhang Mingyu, "May I ask what the prize is?"
Zhang Mingyu was taken aback. "Do you have any victory remarks to share?"
Feng Ke replied, "No."
Seeing Feng Ke's directness, Zhang Mingyu couldn't say much more. He let out a casual laugh and then took out a delicate short sword.
The blade gleamed with a cold light, and a radiant aura flowed around it.
As soon as Zhang Mingyu produced the sword, many in the audience stared, rising from their seats.
Judging by the sword's appearance alone, it was definitely a high-grade spiritual artifact! The Zhengyi Sect had spared no expense!
Zhang Mingyu held the sword with both hands and said to Feng Ke, "This sword is called Han Guang. It is a high-grade spiritual artifact, meticulously crafted by the master craftsman Ouyang Ye a hundred years ago. It can slice through iron like mud and ignore the spiritual energy barriers of mystics. It is a superior sword."
Feng Ke took the sword, held it with one hand, pulled out a strand of her hair, and blew it towards the sword.
The moment her hair touched the sword's edge, it snapped into two.
"A good sword."
Feng Ke said faintly, "It's a pity it's not unsealed and hasn't tasted blood."
Zhang Mingyu chuckled, "Young lady, don't be so fierce. It's the 21st century now. Even in the circles of mystics, there aren't so many fights..."
*Swish!*
Midway through Zhang Mingyu's sentence, Feng Ke thrust the sword into his abdomen.
Blood dripped from the sword tip, and a deathly silence fell over the surroundings.
All the mystics were stunned, never expecting to witness such a scene!
"You, you..."
Zhang Mingyu looked at Feng Ke with disbelief, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He never imagined that Feng Ke would attack him!
He hadn't sensed any killing intent from Feng Ke just now!
Feng Ke withdrew the sword, gave it a flick, and the blood on the blade splashed onto the martial arts arena.
Feng Ke said, "The sword has tasted blood. I like it."
"Sect Master!!!"
Zhang Daoyuan flew towards the arena, several talismans floating around him, crackling with lightning, and shot towards Feng Ke.
However, Feng Ke's movements were extremely swift, and she easily dodged Zhang Daoyuan's attack, retreating to a distance.
Zhang Daoyuan, however, paid no heed to Feng Ke and quickly went to support Zhang Mingyu, asking with concern, "Sect Master, are you alright?"
"It's nothing. It didn't hit a vital spot."
Zhang Mingyu clutched his abdomen, his face pale, his gaze still fixed on Feng Ke.
"Why did you do this?"
"The sword needed to be unsealed," Feng Ke's eyes remained placid. "That's all."
"You scoundrel!"
Zhang Daoyuan's face was filled with anger. Several more Heavenly Masters landed on the arena, surrounding Feng Ke.
Feng Ke gripped her sword, twirled it in a flourish, and faced them without fear, "You are not my match."
The entire arena changed color!