Chapter 0044: Casting the Bone Scripture

Chapter 0044: Casting the Bone Scripture

Yang Shiyue pulled Qin Yun over because she had heard of Yan Qingyu and knew how powerful he was.

She looked at the crowd and said, "Qin Yun, with your talent, you could achieve great things even without being in the Martial Courtyard."

Qin Yun replied, "Teacher, trust me! I'm not just doing this for myself, but also to show everyone that you didn't shield a demon and that your student is exceptionally talented!"

His calm voice carried an indomitable pride.

Seeing Qin Yun's firm determination and confidence, Yang Shiyue sighed softly and released his hand, allowing him to step onto the arena!

Duke Yan smiled smugly and said, "You only need to last half an hour. During this time, there will be no surrender or begging for mercy! Life and death are left to fate!"

He looked at Master Wei and continued, "To ensure fairness, please activate an array, Master Wei. No one can enter or leave until half an hour has passed!"

Suddenly, a commotion arose from the crowd!

Yan Qingyu floated onto the arena like a falling leaf, his lightness of movement earning admiration from all.

He wore a close-fitting green robe, his face handsome, his brows sharp, and his eyes filled with disdain as he glanced at Qin Yun.

Master Wei planted many small flags around the arena and quickly set up an array.

Duke Yan and the other old ministers, seeing their plan succeed, showed joy on their faces, laughing heartily and toasting each other as if they were celebrating Qin Yun's death.

Yan Yun was the happiest, her venomous eyes fixed on Qin Yun, smiling maliciously. "Brother Kun, Qin Yun is definitely dead this time, right?"

"Qingyu is your brother; don't you know his strength? Ling Martial Academy is a Xuan-level Martial Academy, and its students are very formidable. Qin Yun, at the fifth level of Martial Body, can't handle it! Even someone at the sixth level would struggle against your brother!" Wei Xuankun laughed happily, pleased that Qin Yun, whom he hated, was about to meet a gruesome end.

President Zhang's expression was solemn and cold. He took out a half-hour hourglass, flipped it over, and announced the start of the match!

Of course, this wasn't really a match, given how much stronger Yan Qingyu was than Qin Yun!

If Qin Yun could last half an hour without using demonic powers, everyone would believe he was innocent!

Yan Qingyu, a descendant of the Yan family, mastered the Flying Swallow Step. The moment the match began, he suddenly flashed forward, leaving behind a trail of afterimages!

When he was two meters away from Qin Yun, he raised his palm and unleashed a gust of wind, infused with inner energy, roaring toward Qin Yun.

"How fast, much faster than me!" Seeing Yan Qingyu attack, Qin Yun was startled and gritted his teeth, forced to defend rather than dodge.

The wind struck him like countless blades, slicing through his clothes and leaving numerous tears.

Fortunately, he channeled his accumulated inner energy into his muscles, making them tense and hard. Otherwise, his body would have been cut with many bloody gashes.

Though he could defend, he was still pushed back, his body pressed against the wall of air emitted by the array!

Duke Yan laughed loudly, his face full of righteousness. "Qingyu has a Sword Martial Soul. He can use his hands as swords to release sword qi. To force Qin Yun to reveal his demonic powers, he will exercise restraint and won't kill him outright, as that wouldn't convince anyone!"

Someone at the sixth level of Martial Body can use powerful inner energy, but Yan Qingyu did not unleash it.

"You injured my sister earlier; now I'll repay you tenfold!" Yan Qingyu sneered, waving his hand to create a vortex that dragged Qin Yun over.

As Qin Yun was pulled, he felt excruciating pain as if pricked by needles, causing him to cry out in agony.

Then, Yan Qingyu struck with a palm, releasing fierce sword qi.

The sword qi enveloped him, piercing his bones like thousands of needles, causing him to scream in pain!

Yan Yun giggled uncontrollably, while Wei Xuankun drank a bowl of wine in delight.

The old ministers laughed heartily, believing that the threat of Qin Yun was finally eliminated, all rejoicing!

Yang Shiyue clenched her fists tightly, her face cold, her teeth gritted, anger building within her!

"Hmph!"

Seeing Qin Yun unable to resist, Yan Qingyu struck his abdomen, hitting his dantian, sending him flying and crashing into the array wall, spewing blood!

Immediately, thousands in the square let out gasps of shock!

Some were saddened, some excited, others helpless...

For Yan Qingyu's strike was extremely heavy, and Qin Yun had no protection. His inner energy in the dantian must have suffered severe damage!

Everyone believed that even if he survived, he would spend the rest of his life bedridden.

A fifteen-year-old at the fifth level of Martial Body was about to fall, causing many to sigh in disbelief!

Yang Shiyue watched expressionlessly. That strike had shaken her, but when she saw Qin Yun slowly rise, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She knew that Qin Yun had a strong physique, having soaked in the Heavenly Lion Pool for ten days, enduring rigorous training, making him resilient and tough, not easily defeated!

Seeing Qin Yun stand up, a faint murmur of surprise arose from below!

This was unexpected!

"Fine, let's see how long you can hold on!" Yan Qingyu's face turned cold, feeling greatly provoked. He rushed forward, his inner energy swirling like a sword, lifting Qin Yun into the air.

Qin Yun's body was enveloped by the sword qi, as if bound by thorny vines, the bone-piercing sword qi continuously drilling into his body, causing unbearable pain!

"Hold on!" Despite the intense pain, Qin Yun remained conscious, quickly circulating the Xuan Yang Art, causing his two inner energies to rotate, condensing inner energy and flowing throughout his body.

Now he was certain that his inner energies would not shatter.

Because his inner energies were incredibly strong, Yan Qingyu's powerful attack had once again been blocked by the oscillating inner energy, protecting his dantian.

Qin Yun controlled the inner energy flowing through his body, crushing and fusing the bone-piercing sword qi, then channeling it into his bones to refine them!

Yang Shiyue had previously said that the fastest way to refine the Bone Scripture was through intense stimulation!

Generally, this would be done using precious medicinal herbs and high-grade beast blood to concoct a medicinal bath for soaking the entire body.

Qin Yun did not have the conditions for a medicinal bath and could only use this method.

He looked at Yan Qingyu, enduring silently in his heart, and said, "Don't get too cocky; I'm using your sword qi to forge my Bone Scripture!"

Boom!

Yan Qingyu continued to ravage Qin Yun with his sword qi, treating him like a punching bag, constantly tormenting him with each strike stronger than the last.

Everyone watching felt their scalps tingle!

They were not frightened by Yan Qingyu's methods but by Qin Yun's resilient physique!

Every time Qin Yun suffered a heavy blow, everyone thought he would collapse completely.

But he always managed to stand up again, dragging his battered body back to his feet!

Such tenacious willpower left many people in awe!

Yang Shiyue's clenched fists were drenched in sweat, her heart aching with unbearable pain.

She could clearly see that Qin Yun was forging his Bone Scripture, but it was too brutal. Yet, she had to watch, worried about any unexpected mishaps.

The group of ministers who had been so cheerful earlier now had stiff faces; things were not going as smoothly as they had anticipated!