C23 Disloyalty

Ye Qinghui was utterly shameless.

He resorted to sneak attacks every single time, and as soon as he struck, he'd flee the scene!

Before anyone knew it, he had already taken down two opponents.

The remaining nine could only watch in dismay as they lost two of their own.

If this kept up, their confidence was bound to take a severe hit.

Continuing like this was definitely not a good thing.

Thinking of a solution might seem simple, but actually implementing it was incredibly difficult, especially given the current circumstances. That scoundrel was hell-bent on staying hidden.

Once someone made up their mind, it was set in stone.

"Three Life-Seizing Blades!"

With that cry, Ye Qinghui's figure darted forward, unleashing a fearsome attack on his senior brother, whose name was unknown.

His strategy was indiscriminate; he targeted whoever was nearest to him—a brutally simple approach.

So, the person closest to Ye Qinghui was out of luck.

The most frustrating part was that this guy would land a successful hit and then make a quick getaway. At this rate, the nine of them wouldn't even be enough to give him a challenge. Just like that, a third of them were gone!

Another third gone, and only one third would remain. Deal with that last third, and it would all be over—such was the simplicity of his plan.

Whoosh!

At that moment, Ye Qinghui dashed towards the cave with incredible speed.

In the blink of an eye, he reached the summit and seized the flag. Returning to the battlefield, he stashed the flag and resumed his dishonorable sneak attacks. Time passed, and only two opponents remained.

These two were ready to fight to the bitter end, determined to take Ye Qinghui down no matter what.

But Ye Qinghui was even more nonchalant, casually taking the flag to the finish line, ignoring the remaining challengers.

And just like that, Ye Qinghui left victorious, claiming the championship.

Chen Laosan had seen it coming.

Winning the championship made Ye Qinghui a top student.

As a top student, his resources changed dramatically.

Over the next six months, Ye Qinghui broke through to the fourth level. He not only regained his strength but also managed to advance a rank.

On this particular night, Chen Laosan, clad in a nightgown, materialized beside Ye Qinghui.

"Goodness, you scared me!"

"Tomorrow, I'll send you on a mission. Once you leave, don't come back. Understood?"

"What's happening?"

"Don't ask questions!"

With that, Chen Laosan departed.

Time flew by!

The following day dawned!

True to his master's instructions, Ye Qinghui was ready to descend the mountain and embark on the mission. Yet, he was just a tad too late. As he stepped out of his room in the early morning, Chen Laoda and his men were already there, blocking his way.

Their faces were etched with murderous intent; clearly, they weren't there for a friendly chat.

"Are you a spy for the Splitforce?"

Chen Laoda inquired, eyeing Ye Qinghui.

"No, I'm not!"

Ye Qinghui denied, shaking his head.

Snap!

Chen Laoda flicked his fingers, and a figure was suddenly upon them.

"Brother Ye, save me!"

The man was from the Splitforce, and it was evident that he had come to the mountain to falsely accuse Ye Qinghui. He had feigned searching for someone, deliberately got caught, and then betrayed Ye Qinghui.

Chen Laosan was privy to this scheme. He had learned that the leader and the second-in-command planned to take action in the afternoon when everyone would be at their peak energy, ready for a public trial. So Laosan decided to get Ye Qinghui up early and out the door.

Ye Qinghui had followed the plan, but he hadn't anticipated that the leader and his deputy had deliberately deceived Laosan to extract more information. By morning, they had gathered all the intel they needed.

"Seize him!"

Chen Laoda commanded.

Whoosh!

Figures darted towards Ye Qinghui in rapid succession.

Grasping his blade's hilt tightly in his right hand, Ye Qinghui instantly unleashed his Life-Threatening Three Blades technique.

Ding, ding!

The adversary was more skilled, managing to fend off the trio of strikes.

Whoosh!

The fourth blade.

This strike pierced the foe's arm, prompting Ye Qinghui to swiftly retreat, ready to flee.

From behind, the man launched a swift and dizzying assault on Ye Qinghui.

Ye Qinghui had no choice but to engage in combat with his adversary.

Chen Laoda was aware that Chen Laosan possessed three life-ending knives, yet he was caught off guard by the emergence of a fourth. It appeared that Laosan had concealed some tactics up his sleeve. Without solid evidence of Laosan's involvement, it seemed impossible to make a move against him! Attempting to confront Laosan could end disastrously, potentially crippling the Firestriders and hardly guaranteeing success. It could very well be a ploy orchestrated by the Splitforce Sect!

Lost in contemplation, Ye Qinghui considered the current predicament. He might have to resort to using his Six Deadly Blades and prepare to flee in an instant. He had only one shot; a failure would lead to heightened vigilance from his foe.

A single misstep could spell doom.

Thus, he had to proceed with utmost caution.

Finally, Ye Qinghui resolved to act.

With swift motion, Ye Qinghui lunged forward, charging directly at Chen Laoda.

"Six Deadly Blades!" he bellowed.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Each strike was a brush with death.

Despite the presence of numerous masters, Ye Qinghui unhesitatingly targeted Chen Laoda alone. His rationale was clear.

Chen Laoda was merely an observer, having delegated all responsibilities to his underlings. By focusing on him, no one could mount a timely defense. Conversely, targeting others would mean that after felling one, another would immediately take their place. While the fifth blade could dispatch one opponent, the sixth was not as certain.

By concentrating all six strikes on Chen Laoda, even the most formidable master might not fare well.

These were maneuvers the opponent had never witnessed; even with Ye Qinghui's limited resources, the ingenuity of his attack was sufficient to give his opponent a run for their money.

He advanced, bound by a solemn oath.