Chapter 542: Strength and Wickedness
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Ye Chong did not have to think much about the match. The terrain that Prince Desnio described as complicated was not a hindrance to him. Back on the trash planet, he had travel in much worse places every single day.
He soon located the 12 shooters. He headed towards them without delay. Ye Chong moved easily across the hilly terrain. His seemingly fragile body was packed with explosive strength. His legs were like springs, launching him higher and further than any normal human being!
"Heavens! What's that I saw? What was that?" Prince Desnio stood up in excitement and exclaimed, "Is that running? Or is that flying? I can't imagine anyone able to jump around like that so freely. He's so fast it's like a lightning bolt. This goes against all laws of gravity. Has Master Ye trained his legs to possess this much power? It's incredible! Oh, I'd like to have Master Ye as my teacher, so that I would one day be able to run like that too. I'll walk the borders of Eastern Cloud with my own legs!"
All the nobles were just as excited as Prince Desnio. They stared at the screen with bulging eyes. Many of the younger nobilities even considered asking Ye Chong to be their teacher. Ye Chong's amazing abilities had left them thoroughly impressed.
Prince Desnio was excited, but he still had a shred of calmness left in him. "Master Ye's performance is beyond our imaginations, but it is still too early to decide who will win tonight's match. After all, our shooters are equally capable. Their parapsychic senses are almost at the speed of light. Who will emerge as the champion tonight? Master Ye, or the shooters? No matter the outcome, we can be sure that both sides will clash into each other magnificently."
Ye Chong's face was as expressionless as usual. He ran towards the 12 shooters. His movements reminded the audience of a leopard running through the woods - fluid and powerful.
In fact, this was easier than facing against the 12 shooters last time. Before this, it was an open plane in his courtyard whereas this time it was a hilly environment that heavily favoured Ye Chong. Even without his recent breakthrough, Ye Chong was sure he could deal with three shooters at a time with no issue, much less in his current improved state.
After the isolated training was over, Ye Chong had rested for a few days. Now, when he ran, he could feel so much energy flowing through his body. He ran faster and faster, hearing the wind bellowing loudly in his ears. As Ye Chong accelerated, his body moved like a spirit on the huge screen, leaving a long afterimage behind his fleeting figure.
The audience members were all on their feet by now. They had never seen anything quite like this! Of all the people in the audience chamber, only Sun Sieha was sitting calmly, enjoying his red wine. On one side, Duke Warren was standing up, gaping at the screen. On his other side, Ming Xiao was not faring any better. He had crushed the wine glass in his hand into pieces, splashing red wine all over his attire. The man was oblivious to it all, however, as he continued to stare at the blurry figure on the huge screen.
The distance felt a little short for Ye Chong.
The 12 shooters were already in sight as Ye Chong slid down from above a hill. He did not slow down as he slipped past the hilly terrain that stood in his way. He slithered forward like a black bolt of lightning. It must be terrible to run into any obstacles at his speed, but Ye Chong did not seem to care. Besides, he was without a scratch so far! He controlled his trajectory easily, avoiding all the sharp protrusions along his way.
As he approached the shooters, Ye Chong moved even more carefully. The shooters were no threat to him, but he would take no chances.
He began to vibrate all his body parts at high frequency. His strong body was the only reason he could execute such an impossible feat.
His figure now appeared like an unrecognizable blob on the huge screen. No one knew what was happening, except for Sun Sieha. It was enough to command an even greater sense of mystery in Ye Chong for all the nobles who thought themselves well learned.
Ye Chong stepped lightly, approaching the shooters with a Z shaped manoeuvre. The complicated terrain made it an excellent battlefield for Ye Chong. He could easily find anchor points to make his next leap.
Ye Chong's first contact was with George. Perhaps the man was still feeling vengeful, but he was leading the shooters team right then. He had the most excruciating experience today. "Excruciating" was no exaggeration. The man did not seem to realize that his enemy was just close by yet. He was still searching carefully with parapsychic sense.
George was one of the best shooters in his generation. A duel was a common way for nobles to resolve conflicts, especially for the young. Naturally, for people of higher status like Duke Warren and Ming Xiao, the extent of the duel escalated to an entirely different level.
George was familiar with the Hills. He was deeply humiliated earlier tonight. Never had he been humiliated in front of so many people before. Most importantly, he would leave a bad impression in the King.
It was simply terrible!
The thought of that twice cursed b*stard made George grind his teeth in anger.
Humiliation – it was a monumental humiliation! He must avenge for it with his own hands!
He was completely defenceless just now, but he thought that was because his opponent had ambushed him. That was against the rules of combat, lacking the grace that nobles should have. The d*mned bumpkin! George could not stop cursing Ye Chong.
He also did not forget Shu Man'er. His glance turned towards Shu Man'er, who was not far from her. The woman had dared to leave him in such disgrace. He will see to it that the Shu Family paid the price. He never thought much of the Shu Family.
Suddenly, he saw a blur in his vision.
"What was that?" He blacked out before he could even react.
Ye Chong struck out fast, landing a chop on George's jugular vein and rendering the man unconscious.
It all happened so quickly, but the veterans like Mang responded just as quickly. Mang called out, "Everyone, look out!" Now was the time when the difference between the experienced shooters like Mang and the nobles showed. The nobles all reacted clumsily, unsure of what to do next. The veterans had already begun firing on instinct.
They could not lock on to Ye Chong, but they also knew that it would be very difficult to avoid being shot at in this narrow space around them. They fired without thinking about their comrades, knowing that the fluorescent beams were harmless. What they aimed for was the team's win. As long as they could defeat Ye Chong, it did not matter if anyone on their side got shot. Shu Man'er surprised everyone by also having her gun out almost immediately. Her flawless face showed calm and seasoned competence. Nevertheless, she had not fired yet for some reason.
Despite their experience, the shooters were no match for Ye Chong, especially because this was the latter's specialty – close range combat.
Before the shooters responded properly, Ye Chong had lifted George and threw him towards them like a sandbag.
George's body twisted in the air and was shot by hundreds of fluorescent beams. The fluorescent beams were harmless, but it could beams could penetrate clothing and leave a mark on his body that would not disappear for at least three days. In just a few seconds, George's body was already covered with hundreds of fluorescent spots, glowing through his clothes.
The noble ladies hid their smiles behind their hands. Some of the middle aged women looked like they wanted to just pounce on him.
Wham! The sandbag that was George landed on a shooter. By now, poor George had hit a few rocky protrusions, leaving him almost unrecognizable.
On the huge screen, the camera captured clearly the fearful expressions of the shooters. The nobles lost any pretence of calmness by now. What were the shooters up against? Ming Xiao looked positively flustered. Mang was a soldier under him, and he knew that the man would not show such an expression unless something extremely unsettling had happened.
What were they up against?
Mang felt his heart skip a beat. If he was not seeing it for himself, he would have thought the other guy was just a spirit or something. That was the only way to explain why he could not lock on to the guy with his parapsychic sense. Nevertheless, Mang was an experienced combatant. He did not panic. Instead, he suppressed his fear and began to think – the opponent must be doing something to avoid his parapsychic aim, but what could that be?
Ye Chong did not give him the chance to figure it out. He disappeared behind a hill.
His disappearance relieved the tension in the shooters. They exchanged looks of confusion and fear.
Shu Man'er was looking very pale. She had her back against a rocky pillar, which gave her a sense of security.
Suddenly, a hand appeared from behind her. She felt numbness in her neck, and slumped down to the floor. Her laser gun fell onto the ground.
The shooters' parapsychic waves were already spread around them. They still could not sense Ye Chong, but they could easily notice Shu Man'er dropping to the ground .Before they could actually turn towards Shu Man'er, the woman was already sent flying towards them.
Upon seeing Shu Man'er with her eyes tightly shut, two of the nobles exchanged a look – they could not possibly fire at her. Both of them nodded and spread out their arms, hoping to catch her. If she were to hit the rocks just like that, how could the beautiful woman possibly take it? Even if she only got a scratch, it would be a most regrettable injury!
Seeing Shu Man'er looking so pitiful, the only thought that came to them was this – they did not mind losing if they could save Shu Man'er.
Thus, they sacrificed themselves!
Shu Man'er was flying with so much force that it threw them both back against the rocky cliffs. Both men vomited blood and blacked out with Shu Man'er in their arms.
Mang was caught by surprise. It all happened so quickly that he could not stop the two shooters before they went out in such a ridiculous fashion.
"D*mn!" Mang cursed loudly. Their opponent was despicable!
Many of the nobles shared Mang's sentiment. They felt sympathetic, seeing Shu Man'er being tossed towards the two shooters. Many of the younger men even protested out loud, but were stopped by their seniors.
Sun Sieha smiled reluctantly and set down his glass. "Can't the man win more gracefully?" He thought to himself. With Ye Chong's skills, he hardly needed to resort to these base tricks to win against the young shooters. That would have helped him more with his plans ahead. Now, everyone became more interested in Shu Man'er instead of the important things. Those young men looked angry enough to storm the battleground.
That d*mned Shu Man'er! His plan would have gone perfectly had she not interfered. Sun Sieha's gaze sharpened for a moment. He would allow no one to play tricks with him …
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Ye Chong did not know what Sun Sieha was thinking about right then. He was still fighting according to his own weird and unpredictable strategies. He must consider the most efficient, safest and fastest way to end the battle.
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Ambush! It was an ambush! Ye Chong never showed himself at all. He always attacked from difficult angles, like from behind or above them. Anything around them could become a weapon for him. Even tiny rocks turned wicked and harmful in his hands.
Mang was hit by a tiny rock on the forehead and blacked out straight after.
The most terrifying thing was not the tiny rocks imbued with wicked intentions, but the fear that continued to haunt every one of them. Danger lurked in every dark corner. The enemy was like a spirit that could appear out of nowhere. The fear was paralyzing!
Strength and wickedness – these were the main themes of the glorious match that night.