Chapter 2691: Waterborne to Slay the Skyborne

Song Qingyue had anticipated this kind of situation early on.

In fact, the many possibilities he envisioned were far more embarrassing than the current one. But he could not not come here because of "embarrassment".

Waiting all the way until today, until this match, only then did someone lay the hostility on the table, and only a challenge under the rules... He should feel grateful to the Huanghe Assembly organizing committee.

Because the more difficult scenes to face, those possible problems, had already been eliminated in advance.

He walked out of the moon room properly, walked onto the martial arts platform properly, greeted the referee properly, greeted his opponent properly...

The water tribe respects the rules of the Huanghe Assembly more than anyone!

The weak gain fairness under the rules, the water tribe gains survival under the rules.

"I am prepared," Song Qingyue said calmly.

Yue Wenchuan had darker skin, was born strong and sturdy, his muscles not exaggerated, but a thin layer, like iron pieces nailed onto his bones. On his scalp only a layer of green stubble remained, his eyebrows were cold and his eyes sharp, making him look very fierce.

Compared to the elegant Song Qingyue, he had more of a barbaric temperament.

But people who live under military orders for a long time have their respect for rules engraved in their bones.

So he simply returned the courtesy.

But he didn't speak.

As a warrior, he had nothing to say. His weapon would express for him.

Just start...

His bones were already cracking!

Crack, crack, crack.

Zhong Xuan's eyes flicked slightly, his expression indifferent.

As the host of the challenge match, Elder Zhong wore a high crown and wide belt today, looking quite like an ancient scholar. The flower and bird patterns on the crown and belt were exquisitely crafted, clearly the work of a famous artist.

In simple terms... he had also carefully groomed himself.

"Yanggu's Yue Wenchuan challenges Changhe Shuifu's Song Qingyue—" Zhong Xuan's horizontally placed knife-pen was like an invisible barrier, and as the pen tip lifted slightly, all killing intent was allowed to converge.

"The match begins!"

A point of cold light in the cold sky, just like the bright moon rising.

The bright moon released ten thousand rays of light, making this martial arts platform as bright as jade.

As Yue Jie's disciple, Yue Wenchuan's weapon was also an iron spear, not eight zhang long, but only two zhang.

A two-zhang new spear, yet soaked with old blood.

His master wore old armor all year round, as if born with it. He, however, wore only a thin military uniform of unknown material.

The thin clothes clung to his muscles and bones, the old Yang style military uniform, which once had a glorious, dazzling luster, had also faded with time, blown by the sea wind into a dark brown sediment.

Yue Wenchuan held the spear in one hand, stepping on the moon and walking. The spear tip was cold, questioning the rivers of the world.

Endless cold light waves filled the air, crisscrossing, in an instant turning killing intent into a prison.

Song Qingyue's light shirt and thin figure were beneath the spear tip, in the cold moonlight, like a mosquito trapped in a spider web. He looked up at the moon, just like countless lonely nights in the past, calmly welcoming it all.

Suddenly there was a rushing sound of water.

The bricks where the lonely figure stood, unknown when, had turned into water waves.

The bright moon was reflected in the water, rippling, with a kind of immense loneliness.

The person with disheveled hair looking up was in the center of the moon.

Under his feet seemed not the martial arts platform, but eight hundred li Qingjiang!

The spectators on the side all suddenly stood up, shocked.

Zhongshan We-sun, who was commentating the match in the Taixu Huanjing, even excitedly shouted, "This is simply the finals in advance!"

Sitting next to him in the commentary seat was the first martial arts practitioner of Chu country, the famous Xiangu's Zhongli Yan—In the Taixu Huanjing, each traveler only had one initial created face, but dressing up and disguising was not restricted, after all, that was also an expression of real power. To earn some extra money, "Dou Zai" had specially disguised himself as Zhongli Yan.

He curled his lips in his heart, but for the sake of earning money, he also put on an excited expression: "These two have both cultivated spiritual domains, and performed not badly... In the Shenlin realm's combat power classification, they already belong to the strong Shenlin!"

Zhongshan We-sun laughed heartily: "At least at the level of martial arts twenty-three heavens."

"That also depends on who you compare to," Zhongli Yan smiled and said, "Maybe equivalent to those old seniors' martial arts twenty-three heavens."

In the endless disaster water depths, walking through it wearing only a single layer of clothing and cloth shoes, while splitting a part of his martial arts mind into the Taixu Huanjing, Wang Xiao... let out a funny "hmm?" sound.

Earlier, to let Sun Xiaoman jump into the sea of learning to temper her muscles and bones, he had talked with Chen Pu about cooperation, helping to "suppress" the disaster water. Just at the time of the Huanghe Assembly, he simply jumped down to take a look.

In ancient times, those great scholars liked to use "Saint" to describe the level beyond the absolute peak but not yet transcendent, then he was undoubtedly the "Martial Saint" now... Also the only Martial Saint in the world.

As for his disciple Sun Xiaoman, of course, she had passed the assessment of the Taixu Huanjing, won the unlimited field spot in the Huanghe Assembly, and had easily passed through the levels all the way into the moon room.

Among those who friendly nodded to Song Qingyue, she was one of them.

"As we all know, Yanggu is an overseas great sect, and they have a unique way of controlling water. Song Qingyue is even more a natural master of water, this match will be good to watch!" Zhongshan We-sun was serious in his work, having made full preparations before the match, knowing all the information about every player by heart.

"This Yue Wenchuan, don't look at his young age, he actually has illustrious military achievements. So far, he has been transferred through four flags of Yanggu, all with good war records, and is being cultivated as the next General Lord of Yanggu..."

"Not necessarily?" Zhongli Yan habitually argued, "Can he compete with Fu Yanqing?"

Zhongshan We-sun laughed elegantly: "His master is tough!"

Compared to Yue Wenchuan's prominent master lineage, Fu Yanqing had fought his way out from an obscure floating island, considered a "rise from the ranks", and the island lord Ding Jingshan who had led his growth had already died, so there was truly no one above him.

Originally, he could have attached himself to Xuanwei Flag General Yang Feng, but to fulfill Ding Jingshan's last wish, he established the Jingshan Flag himself... In status, he was equal to other flag generals, which also meant he had to carry everything by himself.

However, Yanggu implemented a military system, and actually didn't pay much attention to these things. Who could become the next generation General Lord would ultimately still be determined by military achievements—Of course, who could get more opportunities and seize more military achievements also had a say.

In addition, there was one difference: the position of Jingshan Flag general meant that if Fu Yanqing wanted to strive upwards, he still needed to cultivate someone who could take over the flag.

In front of the commentary platform, behind the huge advertisement board engraved with "A certain inn, reaching the extraordinary—Xiantai", in a place viewers couldn't see, a line of large characters jumped out—"Talk about the match!"

"Back to the point," Zhongshan We-sun lightly brought the topic back, "Yue Wenchuan's spiritual domain is named 'Tianya Shared This Time', which should not fear water. Song Qingyue's response..."

He had already put on a regretful expression, but his words turned sharply: "Must have a profound meaning!"

At first, it was a faint sound, like the wind rustling grass tips.

The water surface also rippled with small waves, giving people the illusion of a gentle bright moon night.

Suddenly, it erupted into sharp whistles.

Whoosh—

It was the bright moon first reflecting in the water, and the moonlight following after.

Countless strands of moonlight, like fine needles pulling threads, pierced the air and broke through the waves!

What could be seen was chaotic moonlight piercing the air, what could be easily captured was the elemental force order being pierced, what was hard to discern was the divine sense curtain covering here already full of holes—The responsible commentator Zhongshan We-sun had to use spells in the air to create corresponding demonstrations.

The sharp whistle was so dense that even filtered by the martial arts platform's corresponding seals, it could still cause auditory discomfort to the viewers.

Under Song Qingyue's feet was the water of eight hundred li Qingjiang, reflecting the water moon. But Yue Wenchuan, who pushed the spear with one hand, was yet pushing the sky moon from above...

The moon seemed like the tip of an iron spear, first with ten thousand qi mechanisms shuttling as moonlight, like needles pulling threads, wanting to sew the skin.

The entire martial arts arena was covered, with no place to stand.

Nothing remained under the bright moon.

Song Qingyue's feet simply shifted, his left foot twisting, his right foot back, standing a stable "person" character on the water.

Jiang Wang's human path sword style was placed in the performance pavilion of the Chaowen Dao Tian Gong, anyone crossing the threshold could go flip through it. Of course, he had also seen it.

But for the "human path", he had his own understanding.

There was the life experience as the Enlightenment Three Heroes, Dog Jiao Tiger, and also as the water life of the Qingjiang water tribe.

This was his own understood "person" character frame—

The person of the water tribe.

Just like that, with his feet on the water, his two hands, one in front and one behind, each grabbed, grabbing the covering moonlight threads, grabbing a round empty space in front and behind—

Suddenly a pull, like plucking a string!

The sharp whistle sound of the moonlight, the sound of angry river waves, all stopped in an instant.

Only the trembling sound of the moon strings, thread by thread, cut the ear and pierced the heart.

Blood beads splashed from Song Qingyue's hands.

But around his body, within three feet, all was empty. Here, the moon strings were forcibly pulled open, the bright moon was pulled, and the moonlight threads covering the entire martial arts arena were all twisted into chaos!

Waves surged, chaotic white flew.

His spiritual domain was named "Qingjiang Shuifu".

This was his home, his homeland, where his soul and dreams resided.

Life played in the water, not knowing the exhaustion of spring and autumn. The Jiao dragon swam the river, then entered a long night's sleep.

The power of eight hundred li Qingjiang all poured into this body, making him pull the string and trace back... tearing the bright moon with his hands!

Moonlight filled the strings, zheng zheng sounds. The bright moon shifted, drumming uneasily.

At such a moment, people suddenly discovered—That Yue Wenchuan pushing the moon in the sky, his figure had already disappeared. Letting that full moon distort and deform, being forcibly torn by Song Qingyue!

And from the grabbed moon string by Song Qingyue, a section of spear tip protruded.

The spear tip borrowed the moonlight to come, nothing unbreakable, nowhere unreachable.

Yue Wenchuan flew out, striking towards Song Qingyue's chest with one spear! This spear was unstoppable, bringing out the flying shadow of a blood flag in the void, passing through the fierce battlefield, reaching here and entering the formation.

Song Qingyue pulled the moon string apart with one hand! In the flying, glorious, broken moonlight, his two hands flung outwards, yet in the distorted water light, folded in front of his body.

Two hands, one up and one down, gripped the spear tip wrongly.

Fresh blood rapidly flowed through his finger seams.

The spiritual domains of the two sides collided, mutually invading, just like ten thousand armies crossing.

Yue Wenchuan thus struck the "person" with his spear, broke open the "person" character frame, and drove the unwilling-to-collapse frame of Song Qingyue all the way deep into the river water!

The killing pair thus, on the surging waves of the martial arts platform, plunged into the vast waves.

Yue Wenchuan struck the spear with one hand, and his close-fitting military uniform in the river water was dyed with a little old blood. That was the dark red color, tied as the spear's red tassel.

He looked at Song Qingyue, who gripped the spear tip with both hands, desperately resisting the sharp breaking qi of the gang—

Frankly speaking, this water tribe person grew elegantly, his actions were graceful, his movements were beautiful, his fighting will was commendable, and his words and deeds were not annoying either.

But he was water tribe.

The more restrained, the more sought. The more disguised, the greater the harm.

"Growing into a 'person' shape, written into a 'person' character, standing into a 'person' frame..." Yue Wenchuan's eyes stared, flames dyeing within them: "Are you a person then?"

If this was being a person, if this could erase the past, then peaceful coexistence, then the water tribe and the human tribe as one family, land and water having the same rights.

Then what about "Covering Sea"?

The sea tribe as a whole cultivated human form, was the past hatred just washed away, and the present world from then on calm seas and clear rivers?

He had no personal hatred towards Song Qingyue, only disgust based on his entire military career, based on the sea tribe as a whole, even affecting the water tribe.

And this... was more deeply rooted.

Not emotion, but attitude.

Not just attitude, he also thought it was his path!

The killing in the spiritual domains was not concrete externally, but the shocking waves and terrifying waves on the martial arts platform, the chaotic moon and mad water, could yet make the viewers feel the intensity.

This gaze...

An absolutely rejecting, absolutely indifferent, absolutely non-recognizing gaze.

In the fierce killing, through the dark red tassel, it crashed into the eyeballs of this Shuifu lord.

Song Qingyue had seen this gaze.

Song Qingyue had seen gazes worse than this.

Those that regarded them as pigs and dogs, regarded them as goods, regarded them as gold and silver. Cheap ones, greedy ones, abusive ones...

His eyes for a moment were bloody!

He thought of killing people...

He thought of killing people.

He thought of killing off all the people he saw.

Except Jiang Wang, Du Yehu, Li Jianqiu, Ye Qingyu who took care of Qingzhi, and Qingzhi's good friend Jiang Anan...

Except for these, he wanted to kill off all the people in the world!

He once thought like this, in despair thought like this, hated like this.

But someone loved the water tribe.

But someone respected the water tribe.

But someone gave the water tribe opportunities!

Although those opportunities were once wiped out by some other people.

But someone is loving you.

Thus, he felt he could still live.

So many years of loneliness?

Walking on Guanguan Terrace, glorious?

Will the past replay?

The future... Is it in my hands?

The blood color scattered little by little, scattered around Song Qingyue's pupils, looking like red plum blossoms.

Clearly, this was not a pair of bloody eyes, but a pair of blooming eyes.

Although decorated with plum flowers, they were still clear and bright.

He looked at Yue Wenchuan's eyes dyed with angry flames, not returning the hatred, only in the process of continuously retreating, continuously breaking open the water flows, in the momentum of an iron spear overturning rivers and seas, calmly said: "Growing into a 'person' shape, written into a 'person' character, standing into a 'person' frame, but not doing 'person' things..."

"And I, like you, will use the same way to scold him—"

"Scold him for not being a person."

Yue Wenchuan's spiritual domain continuously lunged forward, following his iron spear, his killing intent. Song Qingyue's spiritual domain continuously retreated, but gradually retreated slower, gradually stabilized.

"If I truly did something against human ethics, betraying the human tribe, you can also scold me like this."

Song Qingyue resolutely stopped, his two hands stopping the spear tip! The spear tip still pushed forward half an inch, stabbing into his chest, but he did not retreat again.

"But I have done nothing yet, and you are strangers. Your malicious words like this are an insult to me—Yue Wenchuan... Your name is Yue Wenchuan, right?"

"Then I will send you this defeat, as a lesson for you!"

A thousand li of Jiang water, waves chasing waves, endless water color rippling light.

This stretch of the river quieted, the bottom of the water was pitch black.

Only the two in the midst of killing, still crossed gazes.

Song Qingyue said word by word: "I am a 'person'. I am a person living in this world, the same as you."

"This identity was not given by myself."

"It was at Guanguan Terrace, right at this place... Proposed by Zhenjiang Zhenjun, recognized by all the human tribe high-level officials present!"

"Tracing back twenty thousand years, Lieshan Renhuang established the ancient alliance here, the human tribe and the water tribe allied as brothers, forever governing this world!"

"Yue Wenchuan, this is also my home."

"Southern people and northern people are in different places, people of Qi and people of Chu are in different countries. Human tribe and water tribe, live differently!"

Song Qingyue maintained the "person" character frame, sinking deep into the river water.

The "person" character of water, fell into the water.

And his eyes bloomed with red plums: "Do you still want to be high above?"

"Now in the water, the person... welcomes the killing person from the sky!"

He then, in the deep dark color, stepped on the water, rowed waves, gripped the spear tip, and pushed Yue Wenchuan upwards.

The crowd only saw—

Surging Jiang water flipping white scales, pieces of broken moonlight.

Eight hundred li of Qingjiang water, in an instant roared into a white dragon!