Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1166: Chapter 1166: Han Yan’s Victory! Thunderous Cheers!

Everyone instinctively looked at Han Yan, yet there was no sympathy or pity. To make Duan Heshan exert himself so fully, even in defeat, there is glory. How could they have the right to sympathize or pity?

They were even a bit envious. If they could have a duel with Duan Heshan, even if they lost like Han Yan, it would be a tremendous honor.

That’s right, although Han Yan hadn’t made a move yet, in everyone’s eyes, he had already lost. How could someone like Duan Heshan, exerting himself like a War God, be someone that Han Yan, who just joined the academy for half a month, could contend with?

Jiang Qiling’s face showed a mocking smile: Indeed, this was the Duan Heshan she knew. His strength was not something Zhuang Xingfeng could compare with. Even she had no confidence to contend with him. Her father said that Duan Heshan wouldn’t pose a problem for Han Yan, but this time he was indeed mistaken.

Everyone held their breath, gazing intently at the Competition Platform.

Under that terrifying and domineering sword power, time and space seemed to have come to a standstill.

The towering Sword Light slashed towards Han Yan, appearing so slow, yet that sword power tightened hearts, emanating fear and awe from the depths of one’s soul.

Han Yan held the sword hilt, unmoving.

The Sword Light flew down, inching closer and closer, seemingly about to shred him to pieces, turning him into nothingness in the next moment, but still, Han Yan remained motionless.

”What’s going on? Is he scared stiff?”

”If it were you, you’d probably be scared stiff too.”

”If it were me, I would’ve been trembling and surrendered long ago, not even reaching the point of being scared stiff.”

Below the stage, someone finally couldn’t help but voice their discussion.

They did not notice the trace of excitement and thrill in Han Yan’s eyes.

At this moment, in Han Yan’s mind, countless sword shadows intertwined, forming sophisticated and invisible sword techniques, precisely the Star Falling Eight Desolate Sword.

Though he comprehended many Sword Intents from the Heavenly Sword Seven Killings Array, this Star Falling Eight Desolate Sword was exceedingly profound. Despite Han Yan’s fervent attempts to comprehend it, he could only vaguely grasp some essence, yet unable to manifest it.

Until now, under the oppressive and domineering sword power of Duan Heshan, endless pressure poured in like a tide, seemingly about to crush his body and destroy his spirit.

But under that sword power pressure, a celestial hum echoed in his mind, and the countless sword shadows suddenly became exceptionally clear.

Duan Heshan’s domineering Sword Light got closer and closer, seemingly ready to crush him to pieces in the next moment.

Duan Heshan’s expression was stern, with no intention to hold back.

Han Yan knew this wasn’t personal animosity; it was merely out of respect—swordsman to swordsman.

And she would never let Duan Heshan down!

Below, everyone held their breath, tense to the point of being unable to breathe; Han Yan could even hear their thunderous heartbeats.

Finally, just as the towering Sword Light was about to fall above Han Yan’s head, the Cold Sky Sword finally struck.

An unstoppable sword power spread out in tandem.

The Cold Sky Sword Light was so dazzling and radiant, akin to the first dawn piercing through the darkness or the first lightning tearing through storm clouds.

Under that Sword Light, Duan Heshan’s god-like formidable figure diminished, and the initially suffocating sword power faded away.

”Star Fall, Eight Desolates!” Han Yan softly called.

The skies were clear and vast, yet at this moment, countless stars appeared, only to fall like meteors following Han Yan’s call, resembling a divine fall in myths.

”Boom!” A colossal noise.

The sturdy Competition Platform split in half, turning into ruins.

As the dust settled, Duan Heshan’s silhouette appeared at the platform’s edge, kneeling with one knee, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Han Yan, however, remained standing in place. The Cold Sky Sword had already returned to its sheath as if it had never moved.

At this moment, Han Yan seemed like a god descending from Nine Heavens. Though that sword didn’t possess Duan Heshan’s unmatched dominance nor Jiang Qiling’s sinister venom, it exuded grandeur and righteousness, evoking respect.

”I lost.” After a long moment, Duan Heshan exhaled a breath and spoke with difficulty.

Han Yan said nothing, drawing his longsword again, slowly raising it before him, one hand holding the sword upright, the other covering his chest, showing his sincerest respect to Duan Heshan.

Duan Heshan stood up as well, raising his sword in mutual salute to Han Yan. Not long ago, everyone thought Han Yan would have the opportunity to battle him fully. Even if he were defeated, it would be glorious in defeat and a tremendous honor.

But now, Duan Heshan realized, having the chance to spar wholeheartedly with Han Yan was his greatest honor.

Watching the two on stage, understanding each other, Jiang Qiling’s face turned pale. Defeated, Duan Heshan was actually defeated.

The dominance of Duan Heshan’s previous strike was unparalleled and earth-shattering. Even she had no confidence to overcome it, nor could she even resist.

Yet ultimately, Duan Heshan was defeated. Turns out, her father wasn’t wrong, Han Yan wasn’t that simple; even Duan Heshan couldn’t halt his advance.

Though she grew up disguising herself, hiding her talent under a bratty façade, she never doubted her own aptitude and strength. Yet at this moment, her confidence unwittingly wavered. Gazing at the heroic Han Yan on stage, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of powerlessness.

Below the stage, after shock, others looked at Jiang Qiling, eyes carrying a bit of ridicule.

Initially, they thought Han Yan stood no chance in this challenge against Jiang Qiling, having defeated Zhuang Xingfeng. How could Han Yan beat Duan Heshan or even pass his trial?

But now, they realized they were wrong. Jiang Qiling used five swords to defeat Zhuang Xingfeng, but Han Yan defeated Duan Heshan with just one sword stroke, and Duan Heshan’s strength far surpassed Zhuang Xingfeng.

Does it still need saying who is stronger?

Jiang Qiling dared to challenge Han Yan in such a manner, yet to them, it seemed a complete joke.

”Let’s go.” Noticing the mocking eyes of the surrounding crowd, Jiang Qiling had no face left to remain and watch the trial, coldly said, leading her two accompanying young swordsmen away.

In her shame and anger, she failed to notice the strange look in the eyes of the two young swordsmen.

Simultaneously with Jiang Qiling’s departure, a thunderous cheer erupted in the martial arts field.

(Seeing that everyone clearly remembered I said, ”If Han Yan doesn’t reveal her true identity as a woman, I’ll live stream myself eating a keyboard.” I’m feeling a bit anxious, but to avoid eating a keyboard, I will strive to continue writing this up. So, dear readers, are your monthly tickets ready to throw at me?)