Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

Chapter 834: Chapter 834 The Final Battle

Ling Xiao had never shown any kindness toward Qin Bi Xue, a fellow utterly lacking in backbone.

In fact, with Qin Bi Xue’s talents, he was no less capable than His Highness the Saint’s Son, Victoria Mingkong; there were still opportunities to surpass him in the future, yet this fellow had willingly chosen to be His Highness’s lackey, which was simply despicable.

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After Ling Xiao defeated Qin Bi Xue, the spectators lost interest in the other matches; the only thing they wanted to see was the duel between Ling Xiao and His Highness Victoria Mingkong.

So much so that as Round Eighteen continued, many became restless.

By the time the final round began, the audience was still incredibly anxious.

But the judges, seemingly intent on antagonizing the audience, scheduled the duel between Ling Xiao and Victoria Mingkong as the very last match.

Now, aside from first and second place, all other rankings had been clarified.

Qin Bi Xue took third;

Bai Qianjiao took fourth;

Mo Wu Shang, fifth;

Joshua Long, sixth!

Together with Victoria Mingkong and Ling Xiao, they were the new Six Young Masters of the Sacred Dynasty.

Lan Yu’er managed a hard-earned ninth place; though it was tough, she made it into the top ten, flooding the Moon Hua Sect with joy.

Golden Light Heavenly Lord even couldn’t help crying.

”Ling Xiao should be second by now, but this Martial Arts Festival has been a spectacular showcase for our Moon Hua Sect—Ling Xiao in second, Lan Yu’er in ninth, Dai Yuling in twenty-fourth, Leng Hao in fifty-second; we’ve claimed four spots in the top hundred.”

Divine Sky Heavenly Venerate also expressed sentiment.

”Yes, it would be wonderful if Ling Xiao could defeat Victoria Mingkong.”

Guanghan Celestial Venerate still harbored some slight ambition.

”It’s going to be difficult though, you all saw Victoria Mingkong’s fight earlier; his strength towers over everyone else, defeating him is virtually a dream.”

Divine Sky Heavenly Venerate shook his head and gave a bitter smile.

”Although I have great faith in Ling Xiao, defeating Victoria Mingkong is indeed too challenging,” Golden Light Heavenly Lord empathized deeply.

No matter their worries, as it stood, the finale of the Martial Arts Festival came down to one last duel.

On one side was Ling Xiao, and on the other, Victoria Mingkong.

Ling Xiao, the biggest dark horse of this Martial Arts Festival, had cut a swathe through all his adversaries and still maintained a winning streak, his record a perfect match with Victoria Mingkong’s—scores, luck, everything identical.

His strength always seemed unfathomable, as if perpetually concealed.

Each fight would bring a surprise, an unexpected turn.

Just when you thought he couldn’t handle it, he would display terrifyingly impressive power.

Even the First Line Heaven Realm Qin Bi Xue had been bested by Ling Xiao, an utter surprise.

As for His Highness Victoria Mingkong, he needed no verbose introduction—winner of the last Martial Arts Festival and leader of the Sacred Dynasty’s Six Young Masters.

He won effortlessly, no matter the opponent.

His cultivation level had even reached the early stage of Taiji Heaven, making everyone look up to this lofty woman with respect.

”Shouldn’t His Highness mention our wager before the match begins?”

Ling Xiao was in no rush to ascend the Martial Arts Platform, as it was still under frantic maintenance; even if he wanted to climb up, he wouldn’t be able to.

”A wager? What wager?”

The audience was a bit puzzled.

Ling Xiao was merely a disciple of the Moon Hua Sect, while the Holy Son was destined to inherit the throne of the Sacred Emperor. What kind of bet could there possibly be between the two of them?

Few people knew about this matter, after all, it was a bet agreed upon only between Ling Xiao and the Holy Son.

Originally, even at the Moon Hua Sect, hardly anyone knew.

Ling Xiao had to make more people aware of it; otherwise, if Holy Son Victoria Mingkong refused to honor the bet if he lost, Ling Xiao really wouldn’t know what to say.

”I didn’t expect you to actually dare to admit to that bet. I thought you were too frightened to even bring it up.”

Ji Mingkong scoffed, and then stood up from his seat and declared loudly, ”The bet between me and Ling Xiao is simple. If he loses, he must publicly undergo the Sacred Emperor’s interrogation, pay the price for slaughtering the disciples of the Sword King Sect, and become my slave for life!”

Ling Xiao continued, ”If the Holy Son loses, the Sacred Dynasty will no longer interfere with the affairs of the Sword King Sect, and the Holy Son will serve as a slave before me! Although I am not particularly fond of such a servant, one more won’t hurt.”

What!

As the terms of the bet were revealed, everyone was truly shocked. It was incredibly audacious.

Let’s not discuss who would win or lose—Ling Xiao actually dared to make such a bet with the Holy Son, utterly disregarding the Sacred Dynasty Royal Family and the Heavenly King Sect entirely.

In the spectator stands, numerous Heavenly King Sect disciples looked toward the young man in cyan robes near the Martial Arts Platform with eyes full of anger.

To them, Ling Xiao had been very unfamiliar initially.

But now, as the Martial Arts Festival progressed, he was no longer a stranger to them.

The biggest dark horse in the final of this Martial Arts Festival, who would dare underestimate him?

Initially, when the competition began, most people mentioned his name with disdain and ridicule.

Just a mere disciple of the Moon Hua Sect, a sect of no repute among the Twelve Sects, what ability could he possess? But to provoke their sect’s core disciple, Dao Wuming.

Now, they no longer displayed contempt and ridicule, but instead, anger and intense jealousy.

Who was the Holy Son?

After her identity as a daughter was revealed among them, she was not just an unattainable Holy Son but also a goddess in the hearts of countless disciples across the Twelve Sects!

Usually, most disciples from the Heavenly King Sect had no opportunity to interact with the Holy Son, not just because of her aloof and indifferent personality.

But also because of her most noble lineage on the Heavenly Dragon Continent.

Yet now, the woman they found it difficult even to approach was betting with Ling Xiao, on becoming his servant if she lost.

The very thought was enough to make one incredibly jealous.

Although this jealousy was somewhat peculiar and distorted.

Due to these reasons, nearly all the Heavenly King Sect disciples had a very poor impression of Ling Xiao.

Whenever they talked about him, they went all out with sarcasm and criticism, seemingly not willing to let go until they devalued Ling Xiao completely.

It really makes one wonder whether Ling Xiao had stolen their wives or slept with their daughters.

In the face of the scorn and angry vibes gathered together by the Heavenly King Sect disciples, Ling Xiao’s face nonetheless maintained a calm and composed smile.

Seeing this, disciples from other sects secretly gave Ling Xiao a thumbs up.

Ling Xiao had not merely fought his way to the final of the Martial Arts Festival, he also satisfied their deep desire to disgrace the Holy Son.

”Hey hey, truly a role model for our generation, even daring to tease the Holy Son, impressive, impressive!”

Especially some of the good-for-nothings from the sects, who seemed to have inferred something peculiar from the bet, laughed bizarrely.

Ji Mingkong looked at Ling Xiao, not far away.

He detested this man to the extreme.

”The bet has been announced to the world, and the Martial Arts Platform has nearly been repaired. Shall we begin our battle now?”

Ji Mingkong said to Ling Xiao.