Invincible Soul Emperor-Chapter 291 Li Qingfeng Seriously Injured

As the competition continued, Ye Qingchen and his two companions easily defeated their opponents, advancing to the next round. However, Li Qingfeng and Hei Ze still wore grim expressions; the gloom of Feng Xingpo and Lie Buqun’s threat loomed over their hearts.

「After a half-day’s rest, the next round of the competition officially began.」

"Li Qingfeng, get up here! I want to defeat you with my own hands and show you the vast difference between our Cangqiong Sect and your Qingyun Sect!" At that moment, Feng Xingpo had already leaped onto the arena, impatiently starting his taunts.

Li Qingfeng frowned, but with a tap of his foot, he jumped onto the arena.

"Li Qingfeng, rest assured, I won’t knock you off the arena quickly. I’m going to torment you slowly until you surrender on your own!" Feng Xingpo declared, his face filled with cruel confidence.

Li Qingfeng sighed and retorted, "Expecting me to surrender is wishful thinking!"

At that moment, the referee rang the bell, signaling the start of the match. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

WHOOSH!

As soon as the bell sounded, Feng Xingpo immediately charged toward Li Qingfeng. He didn’t use his full strength or even his Martial Soul. Just as he had said, he wanted to torture Li Qingfeng slowly and utterly embarrass the Qingyun Sect in this competition!

Li Qingfeng’s brow furrowed. He was already a minor Realm below Feng Xingpo, so he attacked with all his might from the very beginning. His six-star Ancient Sword Martial Soul was instantly deployed, and along with the superior-grade spiritual weapon in his hand, he unleashed Sword Dusting the Wind!

Empowered by the superior-grade spiritual weapon, the might of Sword Dusting the Wind surged. Li Qingfeng’s Ancient Sword Martial Soul was even more peculiar, as it was able to mimic his attack, sending an identical wave of Sword Qi slashing toward Feng Xingpo. This was arguably Li Qingfeng’s strongest strike. The fact that he used his full power from the start showed how seriously he took this match.

Facing Li Qingfeng’s attack, Feng Xingpo’s lips curled into a disdainful smirk. He employed a superior-grade Xuan-grade Martial Technique, and a violent hurricane rapidly formed before him, surging forward to block Sword Dusting the Wind.

CLANG! CLANG!

With two crisp sounds, the Sword Qi from Li Qingfeng’s attack was effortlessly blocked.

"Li Qingfeng, I can’t believe that after all these years, your strength hasn’t improved one bit! What a disappointment." Having blocked the attack, Feng Xingpo naturally didn’t miss the chance to taunt him.

Li Qingfeng’s expression turned grave. My strongest attack was neutralized so easily. It seems I have little chance of winning this match.

Seeing Li Qingfeng’s silence, Feng Xingpo sneered. A phantom of his Orchid Martial Spirit rose from behind him as he spoke, "Li Qingfeng, your Ancient Sword Martial Soul might be six-star, but mine is a seven-star Orchid Martial Spirit! On what grounds do you think you can compete with me?!"

As Feng Xingpo finished speaking, the phantom of his Orchid Martial Spirit gradually solidified. The orchid bloomed, scattering countless grains of pollen on the wind. With a point of his finger, the pollen converged on Li Qingfeng.

Li Qingfeng understood Feng Xingpo’s technique. The pollen seemed harmless, but under his control, each grain possessed power comparable to the First Layer of the Martial Spirit Realm. Although the force of the First Layer of the Martial Spirit Realm wasn’t enough to cause him serious damage, the pollen was endless. Li Qingfeng understood the principle that enough ants can kill an elephant.

Of course, these pollen attacks were not truly endless; they depended on the caster’s own Soul Power. The more robust the Soul Power, the more pollen there would be and the longer the attack would last. Feng Xingpo’s Soul Power was certainly not limitless, but it was more than enough to deal with Li Qingfeng, who was a Realm lower than him.

Li Qingfeng constantly executed his movement technique, trying to dodge the pollen, but it was ubiquitous, making a complete escape impossible. He had no choice but to use his treasured sword to fend off the pollen while evading, but he couldn’t hold on for long. Soon, he was injured by the attack, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Feng Xingpo roared with laughter. Seeing Li Qingfeng wounded, he stopped the pollen attack and switched to assaulting him with Martial Techniques.

Li Qingfeng struggled to resist, but the gap in strength was too great. He was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena. However, Feng Xingpo had no intention of letting him off so easily. In a flash, he appeared before Li Qingfeng, grabbed him from the ground, and began pummeling him with a rain of fists.

By now, Li Qingfeng had lost all strength to fight back and was beaten until he coughed up blood continuously. But according to the rules, unless a contestant fell out of the arena or conceded, the match would continue.

Seeing his father being beaten so brutally, Li Zongrui cursed furiously from below the arena. He even wanted to rush up and fight Feng Xingpo to the death, but Ye Qingchen stopped him. Ye Qingchen understood that with Li Qingfeng’s temperament, he would never concede, even if it meant being beaten to death. Therefore, Ye Qingchen looked toward Xiao Xiao’s seat among the referees.

Catching Ye Qingchen’s gaze, Xiao Xiao immediately stood up and announced, "The match is over! Feng Xingpo of the Cangqiong Sect is victorious!"

Feng Xingpo didn’t understand why someone from the Wuji Immortal Palace had suddenly stopped the match. However, he didn’t dare question their decision, so he simply saluted Xiao Xiao before stepping down from the arena.

"Father, how are you?" At this point, Li Qingfeng was on the brink of death. Li Zongrui hurriedly leaped onto the arena to check his father’s injuries.

Ye Qingchen also jumped onto the arena, took a Spirit Pill from his robes, and fed it to Li Qingfeng. Only after swallowing it did his complexion improve slightly. Ye Qingchen and Li Zongrui then helped Li Qingfeng down from the arena, where Pavilion Master Zhang personally attended to his wounds.

Ye Qingchen walked up to the Venerable One with a worried expression and said, "These two sects hold a deep-seated grudge against our Qingyun Sect and will certainly seize this opportunity for revenge. Venerable One, you must be careful during your match. If you find yourself outmatched and in mortal danger, please concede early. I’ll be here for the later matches, so you don’t need to worry."

The Venerable One looked at Li Qingfeng’s terrible condition on the ground and sighed, then nodded at Ye Qingchen in agreement.

Although Ye Qingchen was worried about Li Qingfeng’s injuries, he heard his name being called from the arena. It was his turn to compete. Ye Qingchen leaped onto the stage. His opponent was an expert at the Eighth Layer of the Martial Spirit Realm, but he was clearly no match for him. In just a few moves, Ye Qingchen easily won the fight and stepped down.

Now it was the Venerable One’s turn. Lie Buqun was already waiting in the arena. Seeing Hei Ze step up, he laughed heartily and said, "Hei Ze, if you know what’s good for you, concede now! Otherwise, you’ll end up just like Li Qingfeng."

Hei Ze shook his head faintly. He knew he was no match for Lie Buqun, but he couldn’t bring himself to surrender without a fight. To surrender without even trying? I can’t do it!

"Come! Today, let us have a satisfying, all-out battle!"