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Chapter 165: A Turnaround in the Dilemma, Courage and Wisdom Defeat the Enemy

A gleam flashed in Lei Yi's eyes, and a plan had already been formed in his mind. He stopped dodging and instead took the initiative to meet the sword-crazed boy's attack. His sword moves were sharp, but they also contained hidden methods.

Seeing Lei Yi actually taking the initiative to attack, the sword-crazy boy sneered in his heart, thinking that he was just a spent force, so he swung his sword even more unscrupulously, and the sword light poured out like raindrops, and each move was fierce, intending to completely suppress Lei Yi.

The audience watched the fierce exchange between the two on stage with bated breath. The clan leader wore a sinister smile, as if he had foreseen Lei Yi's disastrous defeat. The clan elders remained expressionless, only nodding occasionally, seemingly pleased with the sword-obsessed young man's performance. Dongfang Liuli clenched her fists tightly, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.

Lei Yi fought and retreated, seemingly surrounded by danger, but in fact he was at ease. He deliberately exposed his flaws, luring the sword-crazed boy to change his moves, and every change of sword moves became a fatal flaw for the sword-crazed boy.

"This brat..." The Ghost-Faced Strategist had been closely watching the battle. He keenly sensed Lei Yi's intentions and couldn't help but think, "He's deliberately showing weakness to lure the Sword Maniac into a trap!"

However, the sword-crazed young man was so overwhelmed by his victory that he didn't even realize he had stepped right into Lei Yi's trap. He was only focused on enjoying the pleasure of toying with Lei Yi, his sword dances became faster and faster, his sword moves becoming more and more fierce.

"Now!" Lei Yi seized the moment when the sword-crazy boy changed his moves again, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and the sword in his hand stabbed out like a poisonous snake, pointing directly at the sword-crazy boy's wrist.

"Not good!" The ghost-faced strategist exclaimed, but it was too late to warn the sword-crazed boy...

"Swish--" With a light sound, the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and blood was particularly harsh in the silent arena.

The sword-crazy boy looked at his cut wrist in disbelief, blood gushing out, and the sword in his hand also flew out of his hand. After rolling several times in the air, it fell weakly to the ground with a crisp crash.

The sudden change brought silence to the originally noisy audience. Everyone stared at the scene happening on the stage in amazement, as if time had stopped at this moment.

"How is this possible?!" The ghost-faced strategist cried out in shock. He never expected that the sword-crazy boy who had always had the upper hand would be countered by Lei Yi in the blink of an eye and even get injured.

The patriarch's sinister smile froze instantly, replaced by a look of disbelief and anger. He stood up abruptly, pointed at the stage, and roared, "Waste! You're all a bunch of waste!"

The family elder was no longer as calm as before. He frowned and stared at the stage, as if he wanted to see through Lei Yi's moves and find the flaws.

Dongfang Liuli's tense nerves finally relaxed. She breathed a long sigh of relief, her beautiful eyes gleaming with surprise.

Lei Yi ignored everyone's reactions. After his successful attack, he did not pursue the victory, but quickly retreated, putting some distance between himself and the sword-crazy boy, while also adjusting his breath.

"You..." The sword-crazy boy covered his bleeding wrist, his face pale, his eyes full of fear and anger. He never thought that he would be injured by Lei Yi, whom he had always regarded as a waste.

"You've hidden your strength?" the sword-crazy boy said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with resentment and resentment.

Lei Yi smiled faintly and said, "You're wrong. I've been trying my best the whole time. It's just that you were too arrogant and didn't take me seriously at all, so I caught you in a flaw."

"You..." The sword-crazy boy was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and his body was shaking.

"The winner has been decided. Do you want to continue?" Lei Yi looked at the sword-crazy boy with a calm tone, but with an unquestionable majesty.

A glimmer of resentment flashed in the sword-crazed boy's eyes. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and energy. He slowly raised his left hand and made a move that no one expected...

The sword-crazed young man gritted his teeth, a flicker of determination in his eyes. He slowly raised his left hand, pointing not at Lei Yi, but at his own chest! Everyone was startled. He suddenly slapped his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His originally pale face now had a strange flush.

"The secret art of burning blood!" The ghost-faced strategist exclaimed. This secret art requires burning the essence and blood in exchange for a short burst of power. If one is not careful, the meridians will be severed and the person will become a cripple!

"You're crazy!" Even the family elder who had been watching coldly couldn't help but speak out to stop him, but the sword-crazy boy turned a deaf ear to him. In his eyes, there was only Lei Yi and his obsession to win at all costs.

"Lei Yi, prepare to die!" The sword-crazy boy roared, his body suddenly expanded, and turned into a blood-red lightning, rushing straight towards Lei Yi. His speed was so fast that he even left an afterimage in the air.

However, Lei Yi was well prepared. He took strange steps and his body was erratic like a ghost. Every time the sword-crazy boy was about to attack, he could narrowly avoid it, but he would always counterattack at the critical moment.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" On the arena, the sounds of fists and feet clashing were endless. Although the sword-crazy boy had gained powerful strength and speed with the help of secret techniques, it was like he was swinging a heavy hammer in front of Lei Yi, and it was futile. Instead, because of his own excessive consumption, his movements gradually slowed down.

Lei Yi seized the opportunity, flashed his body, and came behind the sword-crazy boy. His five fingers formed into claws, and with a sharp gust of wind, he hit him hard on the back.

"Puff!" The sword-crazy boy spat out another mouthful of blood, staggered, and could no longer maintain his secret technique. He collapsed to the ground, completely losing his ability to fight.

"Thank you." Lei Yi withdrew his hand and said with a bow. There was no trace of pride on his face, as if he had just done something insignificant.

The audience was completely silent; no one had expected this contest to end like this. The Ghost-Faced Strategist's face was ashen, and the clan leader was trembling with anger. Only Dongfang Liuli's eyes gleamed with joy.

"The winner has been decided, Lei Yi wins!" The voice of the family elder broke the silence. He slowly stood up and announced the final result.

"I don't accept it! He must have used some despicable means, otherwise with Jian Hua's strength, how could he lose to him!" The family patriarch stood up suddenly, pointing at Lei Yi and roaring loudly, obviously unwilling to accept this result.

"Master Patriarch, I guarantee with my life that Young Master Lei won the victory in an honest and fair manner, without any falsehood!" Dongfang Liuli stood up and said in a firm tone.

"You..." The family patriarch wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the family elder.

"Enough!" The family elder looked at the patriarch gloomily and said in a deep voice, "Victory and defeat are common in the military. You are being unreasonable and making trouble. How can you be so disrespectful!"

Although the family patriarch was dissatisfied, he did not dare to disobey the orders of the family elders. He could only glare at Lei Yi hatefully and leave.

"Lei Yi, you are doing well. I hope you will be so lucky tomorrow!" The ghost-faced strategist looked at Lei Yi coldly, threw down a harsh word, then turned and left to check the injuries of the sword-crazy boy.

The storm subsided temporarily, but Lei Yi didn't dare to let his guard down. He knew the real challenge had just begun. He refused Dongfang Liuli's offer of support and walked down the arena alone. However, as he passed the martial arts arena, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar figure...

It was in a small grove next to the martial arts arena. Miss Roushui's figure loomed among the trees. She seemed to be arranging something on the ground, her expression focused, and she didn't notice Lei Yi's presence at all. Lei Yi's heart moved, and he quietly slowed his pace, wanting to see what she was doing...