Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 213

The term is the name.

Those without a “name” truly are at a disadvantage in battle.

Shen Ye turned to look at Nangong Sirui.

Nangong Sirui, too, seemed to have thought of the “name” issue, and a hint of anxiety appeared on his face.

As the inheritor of the Nangong family, he had yet to obtain a “name” recognized by the Law Realm.

This wouldn’t do!

On the arena, the battle had already begun.

The boy drew a two-handed greatsword, raised it high, and brought it down on Xiao Mengyu.

“Witness the Sword of Power!” he shouted excitedly.

Xiao Mengyu drew her Remnant Snow Sword, and without changing her stance, she took a step forward and parried the greatsword.

The clash of the two swords was silent.

“Good,” Nangong Sirui praised.

“What’s good about it?” Guo Yunye was bewildered.

“She’s using clever force,” Shen Ye explained.

“Chocolate?” Guo Yunye’s eyes lit up.

“Clever—force—parrying with a single-handed sword, she not only neutralized the force of his two-handed strike but also held his sword in place. He can’t move now,” Nangong Sirui explained.

On the arena.

Xiao Mengyu held her sword with one hand, her expression blank.

The Remnant Snow Sword, slender as a woman’s arm, held the greatsword immovably.

No matter how the opponent roared in anger and put all his strength into both hands—

The two swords remained completely still.

Drops of sweat appeared on the boy’s forehead.

Just now, he had said that their strengths were similar, but now it was just a contest of strength, and he had poured all his power into it, yet he was still inferior to her holding a sword with one hand.

The boy gritted his teeth and hummed:

“I didn’t realize you were so frail, yet you have some strength, but in terms of sword skills, you are—”

Xiao Mengyu held the Remnant Snow Sword with one hand and tapped her waist with the other.

Clang!

Her Luoshui Divine Sword unsheathed itself from her waist, flew into the air, executed a dazzling move, then flew back and reinserted itself into the sheath.

—Sword Control Art!

Everyone looked at the boy, only to see a thin line of blood appear on his neck.

If it were a death match—

His head would have already been severed by Xiao Mengyu.

At this moment, Xiao Mengyu slightly shook the Remnant Snow Sword in her hand, dislodged the greatsword, and said indifferently:

“Your understanding of swordsmanship is completely different from mine. As the saying goes, ‘those with different paths cannot walk together,’ so don’t come looking for me again.”

The boy was startled, then suddenly roared, “Do you think my swordsmanship is only this much? No, give me time, Xiao Yu’er, I will definitely catch up to you!”

Xiao Mengyu’s eyelids twitched.

She hated these unreasonable people the most.

So annoying.

She put away her Remnant Snow Sword, her gaze falling on the boy’s neck, then withdrawing it, her voice becoming even colder:

“Let’s have a death match next time.”

“You and I will wager our lives to see whose will is more suited to the way of sword combat.”

“—I will not hold back again.”

Silence fell all around.

The students all looked at the boy.

Oh well.

You want to pursue her, don’t you?

—Are you prepared to die?

The boy unconsciously缩 shrunk his neck.

The world is so beautiful, what sense does it make for me to clash with a bloodthirsty female swordsman?

I’m out, I’m out!

He grabbed the sword from the ground, jumped off the arena, and hurried away.

“Shen Ye.”

Xiao Mengyu hooked her finger at Shen Ye.

“Want to come up for a spar?” she said, half-teasing, half-joking.

“No, I trained too hard yesterday, and I’m still sore all over,” Shen Ye shrugged.

Today, it is “not advisable to show off”.

He had always kept that in mind.

If I wanted to spar, wouldn’t I ask Zhang Xiaoyi or Guo Yunye? Or Nangong Sirui would do.

—What’s the benefit of fighting Xiao Mengyu?

If he won, she’d be angry; if he lost, he’d be embarrassed, awkward, and who knows when he’d be able to appease her.

No benefit!

Absolutely not going to fight!

Xiao Mengyu looked at him carefully, only to see that he indeed looked extremely tired, his steps unsteady.

This child really seems very tired…

“Are you taking your little blue pill?”

The fighting spirit in her heart vanished, and she asked with concern.

“I am. Thankfully, I took that pill; otherwise, I wouldn’t have made it this far. I really appreciate it. I’ll treat you to a meal another day,” Shen Ye said sincerely.

“Mm, you shouldn’t train too hard either, there should be a limit—well, I’m going back to wash my hair, see you.”

Xiao Mengyu saw how honest he was and found nothing else to say. She waved at him, jumped off the stage, and headed towards the girls’ dormitory.

“She’s really amazing, I wonder when I can be like her.”

Guo Yunye exclaimed.

“Keep up the hard work, we can do it,” Zhang Xiaoyi said, turning to look at Shen Ye and Nangong Sirui, seeking a positive answer.

But Shen Ye and Nangong Sirui both knew how much cultivation and tempering Xiao Mengyu had gone through since childhood to reach this point.

Shen Ye thought for a moment, deciding encouragement was best, and said:

“As long as it’s gold, it will shine eventually.”

The two nodded in agreement, then looked at Nangong Sirui.

Nangong Sirui also felt he should offer encouragement, so he patted their shoulders with his fan:

“Gold is indeed like that, old friends.”

Guo Yunye and Zhang Xiaoyi glared at Nangong Sirui fiercely at the same time.

Shen Ye talks about gold, but you call us “old friends”!

You must be doing this on purpose!

Suddenly, a figure jumped onto the arena.

It was a tall, burly boy.

He pointed his chin at Shen Ye and said,

“Hey, Shen Ye, I know you’re a good fighter, want to come up and spar?”

Shen Ye and Nangong Sirui looked at him together.

“I haven’t fought him yet.”

Nangong Sirui said softly.

“I just said, I’m very tired today, classmate.”

Shen Ye said softly.

Both had smiles on their faces, but the murderous aura emanating from them forced even Zhang Xiaoyi and Guo Yunye to stand aside.

The boy’s face changed. He took a few steps forward, bowed, and walked to the edge of the arena, a fawning smile on his face:

“Two older brothers, I really admire classmate Shen Ye; he is the inheritor of the Huntian Gate.”

“I really want to fight a match with classmate Shen Ye to see where I can improve.”

“Even if I don’t use my Dharma Aspect.”

“We’ll stop before we hurt each other.”

“Please!”

His words were extremely sincere.

Many students around felt a sense of empathy.

Indeed.

Who wouldn’t want to spar with a master?

Who wouldn’t want to improve their strength?

Nangong Sirui’s displeased expression also subsided. He shrugged and took a step back.

—Meaning, do as you please.

Shen Ye pondered for a moment.

He had eaten crayfish after fighting The Skinner last night.

He slept an extra hour on the shuttle this morning.

The little blue pill continuously replenished his body’s consumption.

If he didn’t use a Dharma Aspect, a fight wouldn’t be a problem.

—As long as the opponent wasn’t Xiao Mengyu.

Besides, after school starts, he’d definitely be sparring with classmates often.

This was also a way for him to improve his combat experience.

Alright!

He jumped onto the arena and cupped his hands at the opponent, saying:

“Shen Ye.”

“Zhou Heng,” the boy responded, cupping his hands.

“Don’t dilly-dally, start!” Nangong Sirui shouted.

Zhou Heng immediately rushed forward a few steps, throwing a punch directly at him.

Shen Ye unhesitatingly blocked with one hand, and with the other, unleashed the Thunder Shock Palm.

*Crack.*

The two exchanged a palm strike.

The lightning currents on Shen Ye’s hand danced about, yet seemed to have no power at all, completely unable to harm Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng stood still.

Shen Ye himself, however, flew backwards, almost falling off the arena.

“It seems your palm technique is not as good as my Explosive Iron Palm!” Zhou Heng said in surprise.

“Your palm technique is good,” Shen Ye said.

“Again.”

Zhou Heng shouted, both his hands joining to form a blade, and swiftly as lightning, he slashed towards Shen Ye.

Shen Ye’s figure swayed, producing five or six afterimages.

Flowing Moon Movement!

“—He’s here!” Zhou Heng roared.

With a hand-chop, he struck Shen Ye out from among the afterimages, sending him flying.

Below the arena.

Nangong Sirui frowned.

Guo Yunye and Zhang Xiaoyi couldn’t understand, so they could only shout “Go!” loudly.

The onlookers all loudly cheered him on.

—It turned out that besides Shen Ye, Nangong Sirui, and Xiao Mengyu, who were all inheritors of the Huntian Gate, Zhou Heng could also be considered a master!

“Hahaha!” Zhou Heng’s demeanor began to change.

He clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, “Show me your true skills, even if you use other techniques you’re good at.”

Shen Ye drew an arrow and shot it.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Zhou Heng waved his hand, deflecting all the arrows, then moved and charged towards Shen Ye again.

Shen Ye suddenly vanished.

Zhou Heng abruptly stopped, then suddenly turned around and threw a punch.

Shen Ye, who was hiding in the shadows, was sent flying.

Shen Ye landed in the corner of the arena, looking somewhat happy, and spread his hands, saying:

“Alright, that’s enough for today.”

“No—we’d better decide the winner,” Zhou Heng’s eyes sparkled with excitement, “It seems you’re not that strong, and my strength is truly powerful.”

“Shen Ye, you’re overrated.”

“After I defeat you, I’ll challenge Nangong Sirui—you’re just famous, aren’t you?”

Zhou Heng looked at Nangong Sirui below the arena.

Nangong Sirui, however, did not look at Zhou Heng.

He stared at Shen Ye and murmured softly:

“A truly terrifying feeling… This isn’t easy to deal with.”

Shen Ye grinned, shook his head, and began to walk down from the arena.

It was just a spar, after all.

Why get serious?

So he tried the idea that had been lurking in his mind—

Joker + Songstress = Bunny Dance.

So, what about Joker + Night Stroll?

The flickering small words from the battle still lingered before his eyes:

“Currently constructing ‘fun’ with the ‘Night Stroll’ profession.”

“As the current leader of Huntian, you do not wish to damage the sect’s image, and this principle guides the fun. Completion achieved.”

“The ‘Joker’ type has been suppressed, allowing it to cooperate with you, forming a second ‘fun’ saved file.”

“Current ‘fun’ abilities include:”

“1. Bunny Dance;”

“2. Night Feast Frolic.”

“Would you like to use one of them?”

“Used ‘Night Feast Frolic’.”

“Description: All skills you cast will lose power, or manifest as cute and playful meaninglessness. During this continuous skill casting process, your vitality is extremely tenacious and difficult to extinguish until you cast your final attack.”

“The power of all previously cast skills will be accumulated in the last move—”

“Power doubled.”

“—Bringing a grand death to the entire Night Feast Frolic.”

Shen Ye had gained another skill to save for a rainy day, and he was in extremely high spirits, grinning as he waved at Zhou Heng:

“Alright, Zhou Heng, we’re not fighting anymore.”

He was about to jump off the arena.

Zhou Heng, however, had no intention of ending it just like that.

Such a good opportunity!

To pull him down from the glorious reputation of “Huntian Gate True Disciple,” and take his place!

“Let’s finish the fight!”

Zhou Heng charged forward with all his might, lunging towards Shen Ye, unleashing his full power with his skill—

Explosive Iron Palm!

He stopped abruptly.

He stopped right in front of Shen Ye.

The palm strike was mere inches from Shen Ye, yet it couldn’t advance.

Wind.

A wild gust of wind erupted from the ground, instantly blowing Zhou Heng into the air, sending him high.

Cold wind!

—This move, “Frost Bite,” hadn’t even been fully executed yet; its accompanying “Cold Wind Assault” had already blown Zhou Heng away!

Shen Ye slightly lifted his foot.

Boom!!!

The entire arena was sliced into pieces by a massive frost blade, then transformed into frozen ice crystals.

The frost blade shot up into the sky, instantly reaching a height of over a hundred feet, tearing through the heavens, emitting a humming sound that vibrated in all directions, as if it had accumulated the power to cleave the world apart.

—Frost Bite · Night Feast Frolic!

The power of this attack had already surpassed the first level of the Law Realm!

“Murder is against school rules, Shen Ye.”

Nangong Sirui unfurled his fan, fanning himself leisurely, and said casually.

Everyone else looked dumbfounded.

There was nothing he could do; as a roommate, he could only reluctantly offer a reminder.

“I was just trying this move out, do you think I’m a murderous maniac?” Shen Ye shook his head.

He dismissed it casually—

Instantly, all the icy anomalies vanished.

“Ah—”

Zhou Heng fell from the sky, and Shen Ye flew up, gently caught him, and placed him on the arena floor, which was covered in ice chips.

“Classmate Zhou Heng, that’s enough for today, what do you think?”

Shen Ye squatted beside him, propping his chin with his hand, and asked again.

Zhou Heng was covered in white frost, his expression blank, staring at him dazedly. Suddenly, two lines of hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were so powerful earlier?!”

He stammered.