Chapter 37: Radiant Obsession
The Central Profound Arena held its collective breath as the second quarterfinal match began. The projection arrays blazed with golden light, displaying the matchup for the entire continent:
Mu Hui (Heavenly Radiance Sect)versusBai Jian (Profound Dao Alliance)
Saintess Mu Hui ascended the stage with deliberate, seductive grace. Her long crimson-purple hair flowed like liquid fire down her back, the straight bangs framing her exquisite, fanatical face. Her amethyst-purple eyes burned with obsessive intensity. The radiant white-and-gold dress clung tightly to her exaggerated, voluptuous figure. Her massive, heavy breasts strained dangerously against the sacred fabric, rising and falling with each breath. Her narrow waist flared dramatically into wide, fertile hips and a plump, perfectly shaped ass that swayed hypnotically as she walked. She carried herself like a goddess of both holiness and hidden darkness.
Opposite her stood Bai Jian, the proud sword cultivator from the Profound Dao Alliance. His sharp features were set in calm determination, his long black hair tied in a high ponytail. He held his wooden sword with steady hands, his profound aura deep and steady like an ancient mountain that had stood for millennia.
The barrier dropped.
The fight began with explosive elegance.
Bai Jian moved first. He drew his wooden sword in a single, fluid motion and swung it in a wide arc. A profound sword intent erupted, forming a massive wave of sword Qi that screamed toward Mu Hui like a river of stars. The attack carried the weight of the heavens, refined and unstoppable.
Mu Hui smiled, a dangerous, obsessive curve of her full red lips. She did not dodge. Instead, she thrust her palm forward, unleashing a blazing golden holy flame palm strike. The two attacks collided in the center of the arena with a deafening explosion. Holy flames met profound sword light in a brilliant burst of energy that lit up the entire island. The shockwave rippled outward, forcing weaker spectators to shield their eyes.
Mu Hui laughed throatily and charged forward through the aftermath, her voluptuous body moving with surprising speed and power. Her massive breasts bounced heavily beneath her dress as she closed the distance and engaged Bai Jian in close combat. Her palms glowed with radiant holy flames as she unleashed a barrage of strikes, each one carrying purifying power and overwhelming force.
Bai Jian met her with precise, philosophical sword moves. Every swing of his wooden sword seemed to contain the truth of the Dao, making his attacks incredibly difficult to predict or block. He parried her flaming palms with elegant deflections, then countered with swift thrusts that forced Mu Hui to twist her body gracefully to avoid them. The two clashed violently in the center of the stage, holy flames meeting profound sword intent in explosive bursts that scorched the arena floor.
Mu Hui pressed aggressively, her voluptuous figure spinning and lunging with seductive fluidity. She delivered a powerful flaming palm strike to Bai Jian’s shoulder, forcing him back several steps. The impact left a burning mark on his robes. Bai Jian responded by stepping into a profound stance and unleashing a circular sword sweep. The blade created a defensive domain that cut through the flames and pushed Mu Hui back, giving him breathing room.
The crowd roared in appreciation for the spectacular display. Many spectators were on their feet, cheering for their favored fighter.
Mu Hui’s purple eyes gleamed with fanatical excitement. She was not just fighting to win. She was performing. Every powerful strike, every graceful twist of her body, every bounce of her massive breasts was meant to be seen. She wanted the Empress to watch. She wanted the entire continent to witness her power and beauty.
She unleashed a wide-area technique. Radiant Sun Judgment. A massive sphere of golden holy flames erupted from her palms, expanding rapidly and forcing Bai Jian to retreat. The flames burned with purifying intensity, chasing him across the arena like a divine punishment.
Bai Jian countered with a profound sword form. He swung his blade in a circular motion, creating a defensive sword domain that cut through the flames and pushed them back. The two techniques collided in a dazzling display of light and fire that blinded many spectators for several seconds.
When the light faded, Mu Hui was already moving. She blurred forward with surprising speed for her voluptuous build and engaged Bai Jian in close combat once more. Her palms glowed with holy flames as she delivered a series of rapid strikes. Bai Jian parried with his wooden sword, the clashes sending sparks flying. He countered with a swift thrust aimed at her shoulder. Mu Hui twisted her body at the last moment, the blade grazing her dress and tearing a small slit that revealed more of her smooth thigh.
She laughed, a throaty, confident sound, and retaliated with a powerful kick that caught Bai Jian in the side. The impact sent him skidding backward. Mu Hui pressed the advantage, charging after him with blazing palms. Bai Jian recovered quickly and met her with a series of precise sword strikes that forced her to dodge and weave.
The battle raged on for what felt like an eternity. Mu Hui’s overwhelming holy flame power and raw aggression clashed with Bai Jian’s refined, profound swordsmanship. The arena floor cracked and melted under the force of their techniques. Golden sand-like flames met sword light in explosive bursts. The crowd was on its feet, cheering wildly for the spectacular display.
Mu Hui grew more intense as the fight continued. Her dress became slightly torn from the exchanges, revealing more of her voluptuous body. Sweat glistened on her skin, making her massive breasts shine under the arena lights. She fought with fanatical passion, her purple eyes always flicking toward the Void Clan’s pavilion, searching for the silver-haired figure watching her.
She wanted the Empress to see.
She wanted her to feel threatened.
With a roar of obsessive power, Mu Hui unleashed her strongest technique — Eternal Radiance Judgment. Golden holy flames erupted around her in a massive pillar of light, forming a blazing sun above the arena. The flames descended like a divine punishment, aiming to purify and destroy everything in their path.
Bai Jian met it with everything he had. He raised his wooden sword high and poured all his profound intent into one final strike — Heavenly Sword Ascension. A colossal sword projection formed above him, piercing toward the descending sun of flames.
The two ultimate techniques collided in the center of the arena with a cataclysmic explosion. The shockwave shook the entire floating island. When the light finally faded, Bai Jian was on his knees, his sword broken, blood pouring from multiple wounds. His profound aura had been shattered.
Mu Hui stood tall in the center of the stage, breathing heavily, her dress torn and her voluptuous body glistening with sweat. She looked down at her defeated opponent with a triumphant, obsessive smile.
The announcer’s voice rang out, slightly unsteady:
“Quarterfinal Match 2 — Winner: Mu Hui (Heavenly Radiance Sect).”
The crowd erupted into thunderous cheers. Mu Hui raised her hand, basking in the adoration while her purple eyes searched for the Empress in the crowd. She wanted her to see. She wanted her to understand that she was not the only monster in this tournament.
The second quarterfinal had ended in a spectacular display of power.
And the rivalry between the Void Empress and the Radiant Saintess had grown even more dangerous.
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Without pause, the third quarterfinal match was announced immediately after the previous victory.
The announcer’s voice rang out across the Central Profound Arena with clear authority.
“Match 3: Xiao Chen (Eternal Heaven Pavilion) versus Ling Feng (Primordial Void Immortal Clan).”
The crowd roared as both fighters stepped onto the stage. The tension was electric. After the previous matches, everyone was eager to see how the rising star from the Void Clan would fare against a top talent from the Eternal Heaven Pavilion.
Xiao Chen ascended the stage with serene grace. He was a tall, refined young man with long white robes and a calm, scholarly aura. His black hair was tied neatly, and he carried a simple wooden sword at his waist. His expression was peaceful yet focused, radiating the profound wisdom of the Eternal Heaven Pavilion.
Opposite him stood Ling Feng. The young man from the Primordial Void Immortal Clan walked with determined steps. His face still carried faint bruises from earlier humiliations, but his eyes burned with fierce resolve. He gripped his spirit sword tightly, the weapon trembling slightly in his hand from the intensity of his emotions. This was his chance to prove himself. To show the Young Mistress that he was worthy.
The barrier dropped.
The fight began instantly.
Ling Feng charged forward with a roar, pouring all his determination into the first strike. His sword glowed with dark purple void energy as he unleashed a powerful overhead slash. The blade cut through the air with sharp intent, aiming to overwhelm Xiao Chen from the start.
Xiao Chen remained calm. He drew his wooden sword in a single, elegant motion and met the attack with a precise parry. The two blades clashed with a resounding ring. Profound sword intent met void energy in a brilliant spark. Xiao Chen redirected the force with effortless grace, stepping sideways and countering with a swift thrust aimed at Ling Feng’s shoulder.
Ling Feng twisted his body at the last moment, barely avoiding the strike. He spun around and launched a series of rapid slashes, his sword moving like a storm of purple light. He attacked with everything he had, each strike fuelled by his desire to prove himself. The arena floor cracked under the force of his blows as he pressed forward aggressively.
Xiao Chen moved with flowing elegance. His sword danced in precise arcs, deflecting Ling Feng’s attacks one after another. Every parry was perfect, every counter measured. He allowed Ling Feng to attack relentlessly while he studied his opponent’s movements, waiting for the right moment.
Ling Feng’s breathing grew heavier as he continued his assault. He refused to slow down. He poured more power into his sword, infusing it with void energy until the blade hummed with dark purple light. He unleashed a powerful technique, a wide horizontal slash that created a crescent wave of void Qi aimed at cutting Xiao Chen in half.
Xiao Chen stepped forward calmly and swung his wooden sword in a simple upward arc. A profound sword light met the void crescent and sliced through it cleanly. The remaining energy dispersed harmlessly around him. He followed up with a quick thrust that forced Ling Feng to leap backward.
The crowd cheered for the elegant display of swordsmanship.
Ling Feng landed and immediately charged again. He refused to give ground. He used the void steps the Empress had taught him, blurring his movements to launch a series of unpredictable strikes from different angles. His sword flashed like purple lightning as he attacked with raw determination.
Xiao Chen’s expression remained serene. He parried each strike with minimal movement, his wooden sword moving in perfect harmony with Ling Feng’s attacks. He countered with precise thrusts and slashes that forced Ling Feng to defend desperately. One particularly sharp counter cut across Ling Feng’s arm, drawing blood and forcing him to retreat several steps.
Ling Feng’s face twisted with frustration and pain, but he pushed forward again. He poured everything into his next attack, a full-powered overhead strike infused with all his remaining void energy. The blade descended like a falling star, aiming to split Xiao Chen in two.
Xiao Chen raised his sword and met the attack head-on. The two blades collided with a deafening clang. Profound sword intent clashed against void energy in a brilliant explosion of light. For a moment, the two fighters were locked in a contest of pure strength.
Then Xiao Chen twisted his wrist with perfect timing. His sword slid along Ling Feng’s blade and struck the side of his weapon with pinpoint accuracy. Ling Feng’s sword flew from his hand, spinning through the air before embedding itself in the arena floor several meters away.
Ling Feng stared in disbelief at his empty hand. Before he could react, Xiao Chen stepped forward and delivered a powerful palm strike to his chest. The impact sent Ling Feng flying backward. He crashed hard into the arena barrier, blood spraying from his mouth as he slid down the wall.
The crowd roared in approval.
Ling Feng struggled to stand, coughing blood. His body ached, but his eyes still burned with defiance. He forced himself upright and charged forward bare-handed, refusing to surrender. He threw a desperate punch infused with void energy, aiming for Xiao Chen’s face.
Xiao Chen sidestepped gracefully and countered with a precise strike to Ling Feng’s side. The blow landed cleanly, sending Ling Feng staggering. Xiao Chen followed up with a series of rapid palm strikes, each one targeting Ling Feng’s meridians and disrupting his flow of energy.
Ling Feng tried to fight back with everything he had left. He threw wild punches and kicks, his movements fuelled by pure willpower. But Xiao Chen was too calm, too precise. Every attack was deflected or avoided with minimal effort. Xiao Chen’s wooden sword tapped Ling Feng’s shoulder, then his thigh, then his chest, each strike precise and controlled, wearing him down without unnecessary brutality.
Finally, Xiao Chen stepped forward and delivered a final, decisive palm strike to Ling Feng’s dantian. The impact sent Ling Feng flying backward once more. He crashed to the ground and lay there, struggling to rise, blood dripping from his mouth. His body refused to obey him any longer.
The announcer’s voice rang out clearly:
“Match 3 — Winner: Xiao Chen (Eternal Heaven Pavilion).”
The crowd cheered loudly, appreciating the elegant and controlled victory. Ling Feng lay on the stage, breathing heavily, his face twisted with shame and exhaustion. He had tried his hardest. He had fought with everything he possessed. Yet he had still been defeated decisively.
In the Void Clan’s pavilion, the atmosphere was heavy. Ling Qingmei watched with concern as her clansman was helped off the stage. The Empress sat calmly, her expression unchanging, though her crimson eyes held a faint trace of disappointment.
Ling Feng had tried. But trying was not enough.
The quarterfinals continued, and the pressure on the remaining Void Clan fighters only grew heavier.
End of Chapter 37