Section 12: Lightning? It can't stop me from advancing!

  "Green Lotus." He stretched out his limbs, allowing the Thunder Vine to spread across his body. The vines intertwined and tangled, blinking eyes weaving into a dense, impenetrable barrier, a full-body armor made of blue vine.

  Chu Yun has already rushed over.

  "Back off, the next move I'm going to use is extremely powerful and not something a newcomer like you can handle. Hurry up and admit defeat, or else you'll suffer physical pain and end up severely injured in bed from the very start of school, which wouldn't be good." Yan Que's tone was cold and detached, using the tone of an upperclassman to persuade Chu Yun to surrender.

  The Chu army's momentum has not diminished.

  "Hmph, I've warned you kindly, if you're looking for trouble, don't blame me. Swift Thunder Vine, take root on one side and block the enemy on the other!" Yan Que coldly smiled, issuing a new command.

  Rapidly, the Thunderbolt Vine bursts forth from the ground, delving deep underground to absorb the earth's primal energy. At the same time, it either shoots out leaf blades or weaves a vine whip to block Chu Yun's charging momentum.

  "Not good, look at this formation, Yan Que is going to use that move!"

  "That move is incredibly powerful, with an indiscriminate attack and almost no solution!"

  "The young tiger is about to bring great disaster upon himself. Unless he retreats immediately."

  "He did not retreat but instead charged forward. Alas! The bravery that was only for show has already decided the outcome of the battle."

  Everyone's body trembled in unison, and upon seeing Yan Que's stance, they broke out in cold sweats. They also let out a collective sigh, convinced that Chu Yun was doomed to lose without a doubt.

  Chu Yun's face was as cold as ice, the Drunken Snow Knife in his hand danced into a whirlwind of snow shadows, emitting a chilling aura and wafting wine fragrance. The knife's light was sharp and majestic, cutting down countless branches along the way, broken vines and torn leaves flying around him.

  "Birth, ignorance is weakness! Let you know the origin of the name 'Swift Thunder Whip'! Result!" At this point, Yan Que appeared calm and composed, leisurely issuing the "result" command.

  The wisteria vine continuously absorbs the primal energy of the earth, and at this moment, its branches tremble, rapidly producing deep blue fruits. This is the renowned Thunderbolt Fruit, which bursts forth with electric plasma and thunderous energy, capable of shattering rocks and exploding mountains.

  "It's over." Yan Que gazed at Chu Yun, who was getting closer and closer, and let out a sigh. "A loss is a gain, accumulate knowledge well. Remember, in the battle between demon-controlling masters, one must know oneself and know the enemy. I understand you thoroughly, but you don't know anything about my Taoist methods. Your defeat was decided from the very beginning."

  "Chu Yun is going to be finished!"

  "Still, Yan Que is more learned and skilled than you."

  The crowd let out a wave of sighs, some people covering their eyes, unable to bear the sight of Chu Yun's next miserable state.

  "Xun Lei Guo, give me a blast!" Yan Que shouted abruptly.

  Boom boom boom...

  At this moment, the explosions rang out one after another, deafening. The light was dazzling, and the arena was filled with lightning and thunder, with electric sparks flying everywhere. The spectators covered their ears and closed their eyes.

  One by one, the swift thunder fruits burst forth, unleashing an even more powerful attack. Even the Swift Thunder Vine itself was endangered, and under the onslaught, many of its vines were blown apart by the explosive waves, torn to shreds. The remaining vines and leaves danced wildly in the air, covering the sky and earth.

  "Thunder Fruit explosion, is a tactic that kills one thousand enemies but also causes eight hundred casualties on our side. Chu Yun, you have forced me to use this move, it's already a great honor for you. You should remember the feeling of this moment well, and recall it when you face off against us civilians in the future."

  Yan Que sneered coldly in his heart. At this moment, he was still wearing the Qing Lao clothes, and his body was still affected by the explosion, with a wave of turmoil inside, and a feeling of suffocation in his chest. After this battle, his demon plant, Su Lei Teng, would fall 20 years in cultivation. Moreover, for half a month, he had to be careful to nurture himself and could not undergo another Lei Guo explosion.

  But compared with the victory gained, this sacrifice is still worth it.

  But just as he thought everything was settled, a sudden chorus of gasps from the onlookers reached his ears!

  "Impossible! Am I seeing things?" someone exclaimed.

  "In this intense explosion, the young tiger is actually still advancing! Is this a dream?" Someone else slapped their own face, then covered it with their hands, wincing in pain.

  The thunderous explosions continued, but they were no longer as dense as when they first started. In twos and threes, the lightning was no longer dazzling, and the onlookers outside the field were all stunned, watching the scene before them in disbelief.

  Chu Yun is advancing!

  In the explosion, in the flash of lightning, step forward, never retreat!

  "How could this happen? This swordsmanship, this swordsmanship!" After seeing clearly, even Yan Que was stunned.

  The surrounding Lei Guo was in a fierce explosion, but it couldn't stop Chu Yun's advancing footsteps. The Zui Xue Dao flew horizontally and vertically in his hand, drawing out a dazzling snow-bright knife light.

  Pi, liang, qie, xiao, the four major basic knife techniques are at ease in Chu Yun's hands. Connecting circles and turns, without a single pause or hindrance.

  At this moment, Ning Yiyi's eyes widened, Hua Ying's mouth opened, and Jin Bi's eyes were stunned. Everyone was shocked, extremely shaken in their hearts.

  "Zhi Hu, this is indeed Zhi Hu! Too ferocious, even Lei Feng can't stop his footsteps!"

  "With a sword in hand, I am invincible! No wonder he can kill the lone wolf, this is not luck, it's real strength!"

  An explosion approaches, and the sword's momentum disperses it. Lightning strikes, and the sword guides it out. Chu Yun has already wielded Zui Xue Jian with such flair, as if it were a part of her own body.

  "Such swordsmanship can only be possessed by those wandering knights who have spent decades refining their demonic swords and have been to the brink of life and death. Is Chu Yun someone who has been practicing swordsmanship since birth?"

  Yan Que could hardly believe his eyes. Such knife skills had already reached a high level of mastery, with the person and the knife becoming one, forming an inseparable whole.

  "Chu Yun is only 13 years old, this can't be wrong. Then it can only be explained that he is a knife method genius who is not of this world! I originally thought I had the upper hand, with an overwhelming advantage. Who would have thought that the one with the true advantage was actually him!" Yan Que could only find such an explanation in his heart, his mood shaken, his fighting spirit already collapsing.

  "One slash to end it all!" Chu Yun cleaved through the lightning, taking a large stride forward. The last move of the Shu Family Island was unleashed, and in an instant, the sword light retracted, the sword energy dissipated, leaving only one sword that seemed to be carved from ice and snow - the Drunken Snow Sword.

  The sword sliced out a mysterious and elusive trajectory, directly tearing open the green robe, and slashing onto Yan Que's chest.

  Blood spurted out, the swift and fierce branch shook like a lightning bolt, and quickly fell silent. Yan Que's eyes widened in shock, and he fell backwards, gazing up at the sky!

  The whole field was silent for a moment, and then it suddenly burst into cheers.

  "Victory! The young tiger Chu Yun has defeated Yan Que, the senior student. He is indeed the strongest freshman in history!"

  "He cut down all the way, without stopping. No matter how Yan Que Shang attacked, it was always a counterattack, and finally one knife fell. Yan Que Shang fell."

  "Damn it, can't get into the arena, Yan Que's injury seems very serious..."

  "Cough, cough, you win. I didn't expect you to be so strong. Cough, I underestimated you." Yan Que lay on the ground, a huge knife wound from his upper right chest to his lower left, blood flowing like water. One hand couldn't even cover it.

  His injuries were severe but not life-threatening.

  At the last moment, Chu Yun withdrew a thread of knife intent, but left enough lessons.

  "I've said it before, I only speak the truth. The struggle between the common people and the aristocracy is of no interest to me. Don't block my path, Yan Que." Chu Yun gazed down at his fallen opponent, slowly sheathing the bloodless Drunken Snow Knife into its scabbard on his back.

  As soon as he opened his mouth, it was as if a certain magic power had been brought with him, and the surroundings fell silent. The entire arena only heard his faint words.

  After finishing this sentence, he stepped over Yan Que's body and walked out of the arena. The crowd automatically dispersed, and no student dared to stand in front of him.

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