Chapter 489: A Bit Strange Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

The black-clothed man’s expression soured. He suddenly clashed the two rulers in his hands, and just as everyone wondered what he was doing, he disappeared.

Everyone watching shivered. What sort of martial art could make someone vanish for a brief moment? Anyone would be caught off guard. Although Ye Mo was strong, could he dodge an invisible attack?

Even Zeng Zhengxia worried, as it was the highest level of ninjutsu. Before anyone could react, a howl of pain echoed.

Everyone focused on the two fighters. Ye Mo stood motionless, but the black-clothed man had lost an arm.

After a moment of silence, the crowd erupted in applause. The black-clothed man was too cocky, undermining Chinese ancient martial arts.

Although no one saw how Ye Mo had severed the arm, it was unimportant. Only Xiang Mingwang looked unhappy; he hadn't expected Ye Mo to be so strong. Fighting the black-clothed man would have been difficult for him, yet Ye Mo had instantly cut off his arm. Unknown to Xiang Mingwang, in Ye Mo's eyes, he was far stronger than the black-clothed man.

At that moment, Yan Kai, who had been absent, approached and whispered to Xiang Mingwang. Xiang Mingwang's expression darkened further. After a long pause, he sighed and nodded.

The black-clothed man seemed unconcerned about his missing arm. He looked at Ye Mo and said, “You can see my true location?”

Ye Mo sneered. Even ghosts were visible under his spirit sense, much less this petty trick.

“I’m no match for you. What is your name? I will return for revenge.” The black-clothed man sounded cruel.

Ye Mo said plainly, “You won’t have a future. Since you’ve come, there’s no need for you to leave.”

“China is a vast country. Is this how you treat guests? This tournament is a mere meeting; does losing mean death?” Just as he was about to continue, Ye Mo threw a wind blade.

Ye Mo still sought revenge for the Japanese men who had hijacked Qingxue’s plane. He wouldn't let the black-clothed man escape.

The black-clothed man sneered, “You want to kill me? Keep dreaming. Lord Black Sun won’t let you go.”

Simultaneously, the black-clothed man disappeared from the stage. Everyone stared at Ye Mo, standing alone, in shock.

What martial art was that? Had he vanished again?

Ye Mo said slowly, “Playing this trick before me will be your undoing.”

Then, Ye Mo kicked a ruler on the stage. It flew like a comet, striking the black-clothed man, who was fleeing through the door, pinning him to a post. The metal ruler pierced his neck.

Everyone stared at the post in astonishment. They didn't know how the black-clothed man had reached the door, nor how much time had passed.

The black-clothed man clutched the ruler. He tried to speak, but only made strange sounds.

Ye Mo walked over and said coldly, “Your earth mobility is quite impressive.”

After hearing this, the black-clothed man rolled his eyes and died.

Ye Mo retrieved a Black Sun badge from his clothes and pondered. He hadn't had time to find them, yet they were already harassing him again.

Ye Mo put the badge away, even more confused. He didn't know why these people wanted the crystals, nor how they knew about the spirit well and the crystals.

He was sure they didn't know the spirit well's location, just as he did; otherwise, they would have gone straight there.

Feng Wu thought he had overestimated Ye Mo, but he had clearly underestimated him again. Had he gone on stage, he wouldn't have easily countered the black-clothed man’s eerie moves. He likely would have lost the match and his life. Yet Ye Mo had killed him effortlessly.

Seeing Ye Mo return to his seat, Zeng Zhengxia smiled and said, “Brother Ye, excellent kill. How dare a mere Japanese man act cocky in the heart of the ancient martial arts sects?”

Feng Wu also offered his congratulations. Then, he announced, “Let the tournament continue!”

The top three were soon decided: Shi Zhongzhi, Zeng Xihou, and Yi Shuang from the Lian Hang Jing Temple.

Lu Ran should have been among the top three, but he was dead; therefore, the Gourd Cave had no one in the top three. This made Xiang Mingwang hate Ye Mo even more.

The awards ceremony was next, but Ye Mo didn't care. He only cared about reaching the spirit well. Where was it? If it was a place with spirit chi, they couldn't blame him for taking it all.

Resources were scarce, and he had used every means to reach the chi gathering middle stage. Without luck, he wouldn't reach stage five, even with ten more years of cultivation. So, if any resources could cause a breakthrough, he would take them. Ye Mo's logic was that power always comes first; without power, you are nothing. Had he not reached stage four, he would have been devoured by many.

…

After the tournament ended and the guests departed, the ghost city returned to its usual peace. The tournament had been turbulent. Although many believed it was due to Ye Mo, no one dared to say anything. Ye Mo wouldn't care what they said. He was preparing to go with Feng Wu, Xiang Mingwang, and Zeng Zhengxia to the spirit well.

Zeng Zhengxia didn't know where it was, and Xiang Mingwang and Feng Wu had no intention of telling him.

After everyone left, only the four grand judges and the top three remained—seven people in total.

Two helicopters soon landed.

Feng Wu stood and said, “Regardless of past disagreements, I hope everyone prioritizes the important matter. The spirit well is everyone’s hope for ascension; we must work together to open it.”

Then, Xiang Mingwang arranged for Zeng Zhengxia and the top three to board one helicopter.

After it left, Feng Wu was about to board the second helicopter when Xiang Mingwang said, “Brother Feng, we’ve been in this city for so long; wouldn’t it be rude to leave without saying goodbye? The government helped greatly with the tournament; we should express our gratitude. Why don't you leave first? I'll say goodbye and return.”

Feng Wu considered this and nodded, “Brother Xiang is right. How about Brother Xiang and Brother Ye leave first? It’s more appropriate for me to do this.”

Ye Mo sensed something was amiss. If Feng Wu had suggested this, it would have seemed normal, but it was Xiang Mingwang.