Chapter 40: Burst Mode!

“What a strange feeling…”

Xiu Qingcheng felt some strange power flowing out from Meng Yingxing’s body and surging towards her.

It was an indescribable feeling.

If Xiu Qingcheng had to describe it, it was like the sleepiness that suddenly hits after a full meal on a day when you haven’t had enough sleep.

It was irresistible.

Xiu Qingcheng’s vision suddenly went black. Engulfed by this sudden, thick wave of drowsiness, she sank into the abyss of unconsciousness for the first time in a long while.

“Disciple…”

In the second before losing consciousness, Xiu Qingcheng called out one last time.

Faced with the giant spirit sword falling from the sky, Meng Yingxing was also fearless.

He held the Ting Tian Sword and charged towards the descending giant spirit sword.

Meng Yingxing swung the Ting Tian Sword with all his might, colliding with the falling sword edge.

The two forces collided, and the spiritual energy in the surrounding air became slightly chaotic. Spiritual energy scattered everywhere, a white light emerged, and the light grew increasingly dazzling.

The sword light flickered, and that blinding white light almost instantly swallowed Meng Yingxing whole, annihilating him within the light.

At that moment, Meng Yingxing could barely feel the existence of his own body.

He felt as if he were enveloped in a white light, but this white light did not bring him the intense pain he had imagined. Instead, it made him feel as if he were bathing in some kind of sunlight.

Warm and gentle.

In a trance, a blurry figure flashed before Meng Yingxing’s eyes.

It looked like the shadow of a woman. Meng Yingxing squinted, trying to see her clearly, but he couldn’t see her any more clearly, no matter how hard he tried.

It was like chasing a phantom in a dream.

Meng Yingxing heard the indistinct shadow speak.

“Yingxing, this is by no means a curse, but your mother’s blessing for you. Mother hopes you can grow up safely.”

“In the future, if you can find a companion to spend your life with, then come and find your true self—”

“Please don’t blame me for not being able to accompany you as you grow up.”

“Mother will always love you!”

The voice in Meng Yingxing’s ear gradually faded, and along with it, the blurry shadow of the woman before him.

‘Don’t go—’

Meng Yingxing opened his mouth to speak but found that he couldn’t make any sound.

In the instant he opened his mouth, some liquid rushed into his ears, nose, and throat.

Meng Yingxing squeezed his eyes shut. A scorching sensation suddenly surged from his heart, flowing through his spiritual meridians to his limbs and bones.

In an instant, the white light shattered. Before Meng Yingxing was still the Cloud-Covering Sword unleashed by Mò Kǎimíng. The hand he used to block the sword, however, was no longer trembling from gradual exhaustion as it had been just now.

Meng Yingxing opened his eyes, opened his mouth, and roared with all his might!

He swung the Ting Tian Sword forcefully in his hand, cleaving forward—

A monstrous sword intent surged forth. With a loud explosion, Meng Yingxing instantly shattered the massive spirit sword that Mò Kǎimíng had brought down.

The spirit sword shattered, turning into countless fragments of spiritual energy that scattered in the air, like a flurry of heavy snow.

The genius who had been controlling the giant spirit sword, who had always worn an expressionless, superior look on his face, finally showed a slight change in his expression.

Was it surprise, or… terror?

Mò Kǎimíng looked down, his gaze piercing through the flying fragments of spiritual energy, and landed on the youth on the ground who had shattered his proud killing move.

The youth’s crimson pupils were fixed on him, as if he had already been locked on as the next prey.

Mò Kǎimíng lowered his sword, pointing it down at Meng Yingxing.

Before he could see clearly, Meng Yingxing had already charged straight at him. The Ting Tian Sword was raised in his hands, and the sword intent emanating from its blade was countless times stronger than before.

“His realm… is climbing?!”

Mò Kǎimíng’s pupils shrank abruptly as he looked at Meng Yingxing. The three spirit swords around his body had already flown out again, stabbing straight at him, but they were all instantly shattered by Meng Yingxing’s single strike.

Star-like Lower-grade… Star-like Middle-grade… Star-like Upper-grade… Faint Star Lower-grade.

By the time Meng Yingxing reached Mò Kǎimíng, his strength had already climbed to the Faint Star level, on par with him.

And Meng Yingxing’s speed was extremely fast. Mò Kǎimíng didn’t even have time to react when the Ting Tian Sword came down before his eyes. He barely managed to raise the Wutan Sword, blocking Meng Yingxing’s attack with great difficulty.

But the power of Meng Yingxing’s sword move had also suddenly increased a lot. This single strike actually knocked Mò Kǎimíng straight down from mid-air!

With a violent roar, broken stones flew, and thick dust rose from the arena.

Mò Kǎimíng slammed heavily onto the ground, creating a huge crater in the arena!

“Cough!”

Lying on the ground, Mò Kǎimíng’s face was slightly pale. He spat out a mouthful of thick blood, no longer having the air of a proud son of heaven.

Through the gradually clearing dust, Mò Kǎimíng’s vision saw Meng Yingxing descending from the sky. The cobalt blue longsword in his hand emanated a cold light, coming straight for him.

Mò Kǎimíng’s heart jumped in shock, and he rolled to the side on the ground in a rather pathetic manner.

Bang!

Meng Yingxing landed with a thud. He leaned over Mò Kǎimíng, the Ting Tian Sword, held tightly in both hands, plunged several centimeters into the ground. Its sharp edge was only a hair’s breadth away from Mò Kǎimíng.

Meng Yingxing’s crimson eyes carried a purple hue, and a complex purple pattern had appeared on his forehead, which was marked with several bloody gashes.

Mò Kǎimíng’s eyes were slightly open, staring intently at the blood-covered Meng Yingxing, the so-called good-for-nothing. His hand was still gripping the Wutan Sword, but at this moment, he couldn’t lift it in the slightest.

He felt something from Meng Yingxing that he had never felt from his peers before.

That feeling was called: fear.

“I… I lose.”

Mò Kǎimíng’s voice carried a slight tremor.

Meng Yingxing slowly stood up and pulled the Ting Tian Sword from the ground. The pattern on his forehead also faded away.

The sect deacon, who had been so astonished by the fierce battle between the two that he had forgotten himself, finally reacted. He quickly undid the barrier he had set up earlier and came up to announce the result of the match.

“Second round, arena number three, the winner… Meng Yingxing!”

This was a result that not even the sect deacon had anticipated.

The famous genius of the Tianfeng Sect had actually lost to the famous good-for-nothing of the Tianfeng Sect.

Mò Kǎimíng stood up from the ground, faced Meng Yingxing’s back, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, “Your realm… what on earth happened?”

Meng Yingxing did not make a sound.

‘Master, did you see that? I won!’ Meng Yingxing called out to Xiu Qingcheng in his mind.

But Xiu Qingcheng did not reply as actively as she usually did.

Although it was strange, Meng Yingxing no longer had the spare mental capacity to think about it.

Because his vision went black, and he fell heavily to the ground, unconscious. The words he had just used to call out to Xiu Qingcheng had been the last of his strength.

Looking at Meng Yingxing lying on the ground, Mò Kǎimíng’s hand, hidden under his long sleeve, clenched tightly.

He… had actually been instantly defeated by a good-for-nothing.

He was not resigned!

When Xiu Qingcheng regained consciousness, she saw the stars in the deep night sky outside the window.

Her body felt very heavy.

Ever since becoming a sword, Xiu Qingcheng had never felt her body to be so heavy.

Nor had she ever lost consciousness for so long.

Xiu Qingcheng subconsciously shifted her gaze and saw that she was on a bed. And Meng Yingxing, covered in injuries and wrapped in bandages, was lying obediently beside her, either asleep or unconscious.

Xiu Qingcheng could also smell the invigorating fragrance from Elder Mu Xin’s hall.

It seemed Meng Yingxing had been sent to Mu Xin for emergency treatment again.

“Stupid disciple. If you lose a match, you lose. You didn’t have to get yourself so injured.”

As Xiu Qingcheng spoke, she reached out and pinched Meng Yingxing’s face.

Xiu Qingcheng suddenly realized something. Her movement froze, and her entire being was stunned.

She saw, in her field of vision, a delicate and slender hand, pinching Meng Yingxing’s face according to her thoughts.