Novel All Day
Chapter 31 The Unsettled Battle
Days passed, one by one, with competition, rest, and cultivation comprising Meng Yu's life.
Every single day.
Alone.
Outside, even the most hardworking and diligent high school students were playing with friends, or sweating their youth away at wild parties through the night, making new friends.
It was what they deserved, especially when they had no parents or anyone else watching over them.
As for him, even Little Swallow's visits amounted to less than half an hour of stepping out for some cold drinks and delicacies, after which he'd say, "I need to cultivate, goodbye."
"Fool."
The audience outside noticed Meng Yu's actions over these past few days, with voices claiming that the guy had something wrong with his brain.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
No matter how hard you work, you've been in prison for over half a year. Now that you're out for the competition, don't you know to take a break? Sharpening your weapon just before battle every day, what's the point?
It's just a show-off move, for outsiders to see. Is there any fun in faking it like this?
Moreover, Meng Yu's mind doesn't seem too bright.
This competition is actually a social gathering, teeming with dragons and tigers amongst the attendees—descendants of Golden Core Nascent Souls. This is a tremendous opportunity.
Many parents try everything to get their children into prestigious schools, hoping their kids can hitch a ride on someone's coattails early, to make friends who can genuinely help. This social gathering is overflowing with such opportunities, and there's no interference from the outside world. Countless people and families have made fortunes after meeting friends at this event.
Yet, Meng Yu still devoted himself to rigorous training every day, uninterested in various bonfire parties and making friends, as if it all meant nothing to him.
Many people sighed with regret for him, concluding that such a person must have a twisted mentality, otherwise, he wouldn't have been so foolish as to end up murdering his entire grandfather's family in his youth.
"True Seed."
More gazes fell from the sky, those of admiration from the masters.
In the thousands of years of the Immortal Sect Competition, there have been very few students who remained as undaunted as Meng Yu (first, you must be a supreme genius to catch the masters' eyes), and more importantly, nobody saw obsession, stubbornness, or deep-seated hatred in Meng Yu. Instead, they saw a sunny and happy young man.
The Immortal Sect values not only talent but also one's mind and nature, which is extremely important. Especially in Meng Yu's current situation, wearing prison garb and showing up publicly every day, sporting a shaved head with a foolish yet divine look, even the masters wondered if it was really necessary to be so extreme?
The child made a mistake, killed someone, but he admitted his guilt and served his sentence. Now he joins the college entrance competition happily, but the Moon God has created a disgraceful spectacle for him. Even though it's effective, it truly tests a person.
But he was polite, dignified, humble, and as gentle as jade.
He wasn't the sort with a twisted psychology, focused only on cultivation or harboring deep resentments. He had his own goals, yet he managed to adjust his mood.
Of course, unknown to everyone was that if you realized your own strength could at any time be hundredfold stronger, you too would certainly be very sunny and happy, not cursing fate or filled with rage.
He practiced hard so he could increase his strength a hundredfold in the future; naturally, he would not harbor various resentments. These grasshoppers in his hand could simply be crushed to death!
…
The competition was a multi-round elimination system.
After over ten chaotic battles, the following matches became increasingly fierce. The system started classifying different levels of experts, matching those with consecutive victories against each other, as well as matching those with high win rates against their peers.
The rules changed as well, no longer counting clean hits or deducting points based on equipment or weapons. Instead, it became straightforward—whomever survived, won!
The highest-level virtual reality competition is an incredibly costly event. Ordinary schools and families simply can't afford it, and even universities and key research institutions find it troublesome to apply for. Therefore, high school students were eager to participate in one match after another—even if they were killed, lost, or simply couldn't overcome their opponents, it was still an extremely rare experience.
And in the midst of this, Meng Yu was an interesting opponent, a pure one at that.
Usually, the contestants had a variety of methods at their disposal, like Five Elements Puppets, Spirit Talisman Spells, Vajra Power Men and so on, which made the competitions thrilling to watch. Yet Meng Yu didn't have any sort of exotic treasures; he simply relied on a plain sword, a fragile high-offense, high-speed expert. His matches were watched by countless people.
The reason was simple, the entertainment value was too high.
Take today's match, for example.
Meng Yu's opponent was the top-ranked Zhao Yuxuan, an eighteen-year-old youth. His grandfather was a Golden Core Master from the Enforcement Hall. He possessed a Top-Grade Fire Spirit Root, and his Pure Yang Technique was one of the most powerful within the Fire Element, exerting a suppressive force over other techniques.
Hailing from the best upbringing and equipped with all sorts of top-grade items, he faced Meng Yu, who couldn't have come from a humbler background. Everyone was curious about who would win and who would lose.
The battle started off intensely, with Zhao Yuxuan displaying the true prowess of a bona fide seedling from the Immortal Sect, a perfect embodiment of a Hexagon Warrior's fighting strength, flawless and refined.
Right, the Six Treasures of Pure Yang were also famously formidable.
Meng Yu, on the other hand, was fast and forceful yet graceful, resembling a white crane soaring through a flaming gate, narrowly avoiding Zhao Yuxuan's attacks time after time.
The close calls had countless onlookers holding their breath, and then the next moment, suddenly, Meng Yu struck with his sword!
The Red Maple Wooden Sword found an impossible gap, entering Zhao Yuxuan's defense inner circle, and then all the True Qi converged at one point, a sword radiance surged out, aiming straight for Zhao Yuxuan's vital point!
This sword was filled with boundless Spiritual Energy, prompting simultaneous gasps from many, and the sword had already reached Zhao Yuxuan's chest.
But the next moment, layers of light started shimmering around Zhao Yuxuan's chest, the Pure Yang Mirror having been activated.
The Red Maple Wooden Sword began to fracture inch by inch. Although every break pierced through a layer of defense, this was a truly top-grade item, enhanced even further with Zhao Yuxuan's True Qi of Pure Yang, far surpassing any Xuanwu Shield.
Crack, the Red Maple Wooden Sword completely shattered, but Meng Yu's hand did not stop; he continued to push forward the hilt and then hammered it viciously onto the Pure Yang Mirror. His fists split open, finally breaking the Pure Yang Mirror, but all he accomplished was a single drop of blood falling on Zhao Yuxuan.
The Pure Yang Mirror had bought Zhao Yuxuan time to recover!
His True Qi replenished the loss, Meng Yu sacrificed his Treasure Sword and was only a hair away from victory—but placed himself in danger instead.
If only Meng Yu's weapon had been a little better, then…
Just at that moment, the second Red Maple Wooden Sword on his back flew up, landing in his other hand.
With the second sword, the long sword was swung again,
like a knight surrounded by a myriad of enemies, launching into another do-or-die charge.
The battle raged on, and after multiple dangers, Meng Yu suddenly seized another opportunity, surging forward again as if about to strike Zhao Yuxuan. Then, suddenly, a virtual shadow resembling a golden bell appeared around Zhao Yuxuan.
The Pure Yang Bell!
The vibrations and apparition blocked Meng Yu's offense, showcasing the foundation of a Golden Core Family!
Starting from Qi Cultivation, unity in Pure Yang, where six distinct Magic Artifacts became harmonious and flawless as one.
"It's not fair, it's not fair!"
Numerous spectators shouted out in this manner.
Meng Yu's repeated assaults were like futile attempts of a soldier charging at a tank; the enemy's formidable firepower closed off the surroundings, and he was hit by bullets and overturned by artillery again and again. All he held was a small hand grenade, every victory hinging on flipping open the enemy's lid to throw it in!
It was a battle that left many feeling discontent.