Supernatural Insight Eyes-Chapter 972 - 0 Mutually Yin One! (Second Update)

Feeling Ji Lingchen’s aura drop from the Mythical Realm to the Legendary Realm, Ye Qiu’s face revealed a mysterious smile.

Jin Shanshun couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. His young master was truly cunning—he was clearly in the Mythical Realm but pretended to be in the Legendary Realm and even managed to trick Ji Lingchen into lowering his own cultivation from the Mythical Realm to the Legendary Realm for the duel.

He couldn’t help but silently mourn for Ji Lingchen for a few moments. This guy was purely courting death. Even if he fought at full strength as a Mythical Realm martial artist, he was bound to lose, let alone at the Legendary Realm. Jin didn’t need to think much to know that his young master’s impending victory would be utterly one-sided.

"What’s he laughing at? Does he think betting on Ye Qiu to win will actually pay off? Once Young Master Ji wins, he’ll be the one in tears," someone commented, noticing Jin Shanshun’s stifled laughter.

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Jin Shanshun heard these remarks but was far too lazy to explain. Let them revel in their delusion for now. Once Ji Lingchen was beaten black and blue by his young master, they’d realize just how absurdly mistaken they were.

Meanwhile, Jin’er and the other five maids were unable to hide their worry for Ye Qiu, despite knowing his identity. After all, Ji Lingchen’s name was synonymous with overwhelming power, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who heard of him.

Within the ancient grounds, many members of the younger generation from various ancient clans had gathered to watch the duel unfold. Even several clan leaders were observing from a distance.

Tang Ze, Tang Hao, and Tang Lu stood together. When they first heard that Ji Lingchen and Ye Qiu were about to face off, the trio had eagerly anticipated this day, hoping to see Ye Qiu publicly humiliated. Especially Tang Ze, who had always blamed Ye Qiu for the death of his master, Elder Tang Feng. His hatred for Ye Qiu ran deep, like a raging river that never ceased.

If Tang Ze had felt confident in his ability to defeat Ye Qiu, he would have already gone to settle the score. For now, though, he was plotting schemes to catch Ye Qiu off guard, but alas, he hadn’t found the right opportunity yet.

"Let’s see how you fare against Ji Lingchen. Today’s the day your utter defeat will be etched in history," Tang Ze sneered coldly.

Tang Hao and Tang Lu also directed venomous gazes at Ye Qiu, their mutual hatred palpable—they were united in their animosity.

The autumn wind rustled gently, the heat of summer replaced by a slight chill that swept past their robes.

The two opponents stood motionless, eyeing each other like statues locked in silent confrontation.

After a long moment, Ji Lingchen spoke: "Make your move."

His tone carried a hint of disdain.

Ye Qiu had no intention of being polite to Ji Lingchen. If Ji Lingchen wanted him to strike first, then Ye Qiu wouldn’t hesitate. In an instant, his figure blurred into a whirlwind and vanished from sight.

Ji Lingchen’s sharp gaze quickly pinpointed Ye Qiu’s movements, though Ye Qiu’s speed left him slightly surprised—it didn’t seem at all like the speed of a Legendary Realm martial artist.

"Hmph, do you think you can defeat me with speed alone? You underestimate a Mythical martial artist too much. Even at the Legendary Realm, I’m fully capable of besting you."

Ji Lingchen stepped forward. To the onlookers, there appeared to be nothing in front of him. But when Ji Lingchen made his move, they realized he had foreseen Ye Qiu’s next location and was lying in wait for an attack.

Bang!

Ye Qiu was struck and sent flying by Ji Lingchen’s blow, eliciting cheers from the crowd.

"As expected of the top martial artist in the ancient grounds, dispatching an opponent with effortless ease!"

"This Ye Qiu isn’t very impressive. Where’s the legendary strength people spoke of? Compared to Young Master Ji, he’s not even in the same league!"

"Victory belongs to Young Master Ji!"

The initial clash triggered a wave of chatter. Ji Lingchen’s effortless strike had showcased his overwhelming strength, leaving no doubt about his prowess.

As for Ye Qiu, he became the subject of ridicule among the spectators, many of whom began to believe that even they could best him.

Jin’er and her fellow maids grew visibly anxious. They crowded around Jin Shanshun and asked nervously, "Brother Shanshun, our young master won’t lose, right?"

Jin Shanshun responded calmly, "Trust the young master. With the betting stakes you’ve placed, once this duel ends, you’ll have enough crystal stones to buy back your freedom."

Huo’er, Tu’er, and the others looked baffled, unsure how a single duel could lead to their liberation.

Only Jin’er and Shui’er seemed to grasp the implication of Jin Shanshun’s words: Ye Qiu was guaranteed to win. There was no chance he’d lose.

How else could they possibly gather enough crystal stones to reclaim their freedom?

Jin’er glanced at Ye Qiu again and noticed that his expression remained composed—there was no anger or concern in sight, only a faint, tranquil smile on his face.

"The young master is indeed a man who’s hard to understand..." Jin’er murmured to herself before adding with conviction, "But I know the young master is a good person. If I regain my freedom, I’ll continue to follow him forever."

After the initial blow, the two fighters separated again. Ji Lingchen dusted his robes and spoke with a faint smirk, "What’s the matter? Is that all you’ve got?"

"Ever since leaving the Great Emperor’s tomb, it seems your strength hasn’t improved much at all."

Listening to Ji Lingchen’s taunting remarks, Ye Qiu smiled slightly and replied, "My strength may not have grown much, but it seems Young Master Ji’s skill in trash-talking has made remarkable progress."

With that, Ye Qiu moved his neck from side to side and stretched his limbs. Then, he added, "I was merely testing my physical abilities earlier. Since Young Master Ji is so formidable, I’ll be sure to learn properly from you now."

When he finished speaking, Ye Qiu’s movements turned lightning-fast. His steps blurred like shadows, leaving only dust swirling on the ground as evidence of his motion.

"I’m over here!"

Ye Qiu’s laughter rang out.

Ji Lingchen realized he couldn’t keep up with Ye Qiu’s speed, which startled him greatly. He had underestimated Ye Qiu. This peculiar young man had displayed strange characteristics ever since the Great Emperor’s tomb, and now, Ji Lingchen’s Legendary Realm peak state couldn’t even discern Ye Qiu’s shadow.

This speed was frightening.

It meant Ye Qiu’s speed had far surpassed the limits of the Legendary Realm, reaching a level that even most Mythical Realm martial artists couldn’t achieve.

Could it be that he’d broken through to the Mythical Realm?

That shouldn’t be possible!

Ji Lingchen hadn’t sensed any Mythical Realm aura from Ye Qiu, yet Ye Qiu’s speed was undeniably extraordinary—enough to rival or surpass many Mythical fighters.

It must just be a coincidence!

Ji Lingchen reassured himself that Ye Qiu’s speed was perhaps slightly unusual but wouldn’t affect the eventual outcome of the duel.

Ji Lingchen rotated his hand and sneered inwardly. At some point, he had secretly condensed a wisp of wind-based Rule Power in his palm. He intended to finish Ye Qiu quickly; prolonging the fight would only humiliate him.

Thus, he decided it was best to subtly employ Rule Power—a small amount would escape notice from the spectators.

Ji Lingchen let out a cold laugh, his hand striking at an odd angle. To the audience, it seemed like an ordinary move, but his palm slowly pressed against Ye Qiu with concealed precision.

"Die now!" Ji Lingchen’s face flashed with triumph as he unleashed the wind-based Rule Power, confident that Ye Qiu, as a mere Legendary martial artist, was doomed to lose.