Yi Kun exclaimed, "I knew it!"
Si Feiyu exclaimed, "It's the Shadowless Finger!"
After Yang Qingxuan flicked his finger, he raised his left hand and plucked his fingers in the air. It was as if there was a zither in front of him, and he began to play.
Streams of True Qi circulated in his body and gathered at his fingertips. They were suppressed to the extreme, and as he plucked them, they turned into a rhythm that rippled outwards.
The two rhythms intersected and immediately pushed the rhythm upwards. It became majestic, as if thousands of soldiers and horses were marching through the snow.
Everyone's expression changed drastically. Those who were originally calm and composed also frowned.
At this moment, the winner had been decided. There were only sixteen people left in the arena, but Wu Hao did not stop in his shock. Instead, he began to play with Yang Qingxuan.
Sound waves spread out from their fingers and then merged together to form a new sound wave that surged in the arena.
Moreover, the two of them looked at each other with excitement in their eyes. Their fingers plucked even faster.
Tens of thousands of spectators were dumbfounded. The cyclone in the arena surged along with the sound waves. The other fifteen people opened their eyes and looked at the scene in shock.
"Bang! Bang! "
A few more students in the arena could not take it anymore. Including One-eyed and Mei Juan, they spat out blood and flew out.
There was also a student whose True Qi exploded. He fell to the ground and fainted. No one knew if he was dead or alive.
"Yang Qingxuan … You … Stop it!"
Wen Zicheng's expression changed drastically. He glared at Yang Qingxuan. He could have held on for a while longer, but when he spoke, his momentum immediately dropped. The sound waves entered his body, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Zuo Heng was shocked and angry at the same time. His face darkened. He reached behind him to draw his sword, but someone slapped him on the wrist and knocked him away.
Zuo Heng turned around angrily. His murderous aura was overflowing as he shouted, "Chen Ting, do you want to die?!"
Chen Ting's expression was also ugly. He took a deep breath and said coldly, "Many elders and teachers are here. Do you want to kill on the spot?"
Zuo Heng coldly said, "The competition is already over. Yang Qingxuan deliberately caused trouble here, broke the rules, and injured other students. He should be killed for his crimes!"
Chen Ting replied sarcastically, "Who said the competition is over? Which teacher announced it? Moreover, the elders and teachers are here to judge. Since when is it your turn to judge? "
Although Zuo Heng was furious, he calmed down and felt that it made sense. He snorted coldly and continued to sit down cross-legged to resist the impact of the sound waves.
Fu Zhuo looked coldly at Yang Qingxuan. His eyes flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Fang Chen had a complicated expression on his face as he looked at this newcomer. Although he had lost in the battle at the Welcoming Dragon Pool, he was still unwilling to accept it. At this moment, if he were to fight again, he would have no chance of winning. He couldn't help but feel a little dejected.
As soon as his mood fell, his mind was injured by the sound waves, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
However, his physical body was strong after all. He immediately sat down cross-legged and adjusted his aura.
Although the competition was already over, the sound waves were the best touchstone to test one's strength. There were still eleven people left. Fang Chen was not willing to go down like this.
The other few people also had similar thoughts. All of them bitterly endured under this increasingly agitated melody.
However, there were a few people whose expressions did not change, remaining calm and composed.
"Pfft!"
Ai Wei also spurted out a mouthful of blood. She glared at Yang Qingxuan with resentment. She grumbled, "Little lover, you are really heartless. You did not even let your elder sister off."
After saying that, Ai Wei flew down. If Fang Chen had persisted, he might have been able to endure for a while. However, it was already meaningless. Instead, it would affect the rest of the competition.
Soon, Fang Chen could no longer endure. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes turned red. In his eyes, there were only sound waves surging in the surrounding space. Aside from that, there was nothing else.
As for the melody under his fingers, it was the Nine Heavens Heavenly Ripples. It was like he had returned to the time in the secret room, immersed in that beautiful music.
What he did not realize was that the Vital Essence in his body was flowing out like a flood. It was rapidly drying up.
After a while, he flicked his finger. The air only rippled slightly. There were no sound waves. The Vital Essence in his body was completely depleted.
At this moment, he finally recovered from his immersion in the melody, and his red eyes turned back to deep black.
However, his face was as pale as paper. Large beads of sweat had already soaked his clothes, but he did not realize it.
"Pfft!"
Wu Hao's sound waves hit him. Without any resistance, Fang Chen spat out a mouthful of blood and fell back onto the arena.
"Ah?!"
Everyone was shocked. Qing Bu Li and the others stood up worriedly, their faces full of shock.
Wu Hao also immediately smoothed out the zither in his hand and flew down worriedly.
At this moment, there were still five people standing alone in the arena. Their eyes flashed as they stared at Yang Qingxuan, who was lying on the ground. Their hearts were in turmoil.
It was a beautiful woman in red. Her face was cold, and her almond-like eyes were cold and aloof, as if she couldn't tolerate anyone. But at this moment, her bright eyes were like ripples of autumn, landing on Yang Qingxuan. After a glance, she turned and left.
This cold and beautiful temperament attracted everyone's attention, and they all followed her.
The crowd automatically parted to create a path. Only when the woman disappeared at the end did they look away and return to the arena.
Lu Yifan watched the woman in red leave and then looked at Yang Qingxuan. Then, he flew up and turned into a stream of light and left.
There were three other people. Zuo Heng snorted coldly and left as well.
Fu Zhuo's face was pale and gloomy.
The other person had a thin face. He also sized up Yang Qingxuan before slowly leaving under everyone's watchful eyes.
You Ye's lips curled up. "Yinyao, Lu Yifan, Zuo Heng, Fu Zhuo, Sir Jin, and Yang Qingxuan. Tsk tsk, who will be eliminated?"
Wu Hao checked Yang Qingxuan's injuries. Yang Qingxuan had only exhausted his Zhen Yuan and was fine. He exchanged a look with Qing Buli. Only then did the crowd in the stands breathe a sigh of relief.
Qing Bu Li announced loudly, "Due to an accident in the competition, the round of sixteen will be postponed for three days."
Shocked, the crowd broke out into a flurry of discussion.
However, it was an indisputable fact that many people had been injured. It would be unfair if the competition started tomorrow.
There were many aristocratic house heads in the stands as well. They all had different expressions, each with their own thoughts.
The top hundred students had all been roped in by the aristocratic houses. Everyone hoped that their people could perform better and gain greater strength.
At this moment, the tens of thousands of students dispersed amidst excited chatter.
There were also many who wanted to rush into the arena. They were Yang Qingxuan's companions, Liu Cheng, and the others. However, they were all stopped by the teachers. No one was allowed to approach the arena, so they could only give up.
Yang Qingxuan rested on the ground for a while. "Elder Wu Hao, there are still many parts of this song that I don't understand. Please enlighten me."
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