Rebirth: City Sovereign

Along with the host's passionate voice, thick white smoke was ejected from the long built stage at the center of the bird's nest.    

    

As the smoke dispersed, the silhouettes of nine people appeared on the stage.    

    

The five people on the left were dressed in blue military uniforms and stood orderly on stage. They were the American team who had been defending National War of Martial Arts champions for dozens of years.    

    

As for the four people on the right, they were dressed in black with gold stripes on their backs. Their sleeves were embroidered with an exquisite five-star red flag.    

    

When they saw their teammates' faces, the entire venue erupted into cheers!    

    

"Chinese Team! Chinese Team! Chinese Team! "    

    

The ninety thousand mouths opened at the same time, repeating these three words in a loud voice.    

    

The members of Chinese Team went from left to right, Zhang Fann, Lu Qingshan, Ye Lee, Ye Lee, and Miao Ya'er. The four of them had their hands behind their backs at their waists, raised their heads, puffed out their chests, and stood on the stage.    

    

A few university students opened up a huge five-star red flag that they had prepared a long time ago. The red flag fluttered in the wind.    

    

The cheers lasted for a full five minutes. When the host raised his hand to signal for everyone to be quiet, the entire stadium quieted down.    

    

After the debut ceremony, the match officially began!    

    

The tall platform that was emitting white smoke sank into the ground, and was replaced by a few hundred square meters of battlefield ground. The four corners of the battlefield were fixed with golden Staff s, and in the middle of the battlefield was a standard stone floor.    

    

The National War of Martial Arts's final rules were different from the semi-finals'. The victorious team members did not have to stay on the competition grounds, and could apply for a break, and could be replaced to fight, so that the victorious team members would not lose their qualifications to compete, but had the opportunity to continue onstage. This was a new rule set by the organizers this year, and the goal was to increase the spectating nature of the competition, so that as much as possible everyone would have the opportunity to participate.    

    

In the air above the bird's nest, on a floating screen, the names of the participants for the first round appeared.    

    

American team, Habock.    

    

Chinese Team, Ye Lee.    

    

After the names of the two people appeared, the two of them used their own ways to walk onto the stage. Ye Lee stepped on a silver Flying Sword, and Habock used a direct method.    

    

There was no referee. There was only a "di di" sound from the big screen at the top, indicating that the match had officially begun.    

    

After the start of the competition, the bird nest that had a audience of ninety thousand immediately quietened down. Chinese who were spectating the competition all looked nervous as they looked at Ye Lee.    

    

Ye Lee's face was equally solemn. Looking at Habock who was a few dozen meters away from him, he did not say a single word.    

    

"Pfft."    

    

Habock was wearing a navy blue military uniform and hard leather boots.    

    

"Why are you so nervous? Was it too quiet? "    

    

After he finished speaking, Habock actually extended his right hand towards where Ye Lee stood and raised up his middle finger.    

    

Ye Lee was only slightly startled, but the spectators were unable to sit still.    

    

Angry roars, sighs, curses, all sorts of noises immediately erupted from all corners of the bird nest. Some of the spectators even pointed their fingers at Habock and cursed loudly, as if they were talking about a giant underground boxing ring.    

    

He used his strong back to bear all this, but Habock remained unmoved. He spread his hands, and looked at Ye Lee with a relaxed expression.    

    

"You see, this is much more comfortable."    

    

With that, Habock revealed a cold smile.    

    

"The match is over."    

    

Just as Ye Lee was about to step forward and use his artifact, his body suddenly sent out a signal of danger in advance.    

    

Only a few millimeters away from his neck, a silver thread had appeared out of nowhere. With a gentle breeze, the thread lightly touched onto Ye Lee's throat, and immediately left a bloody wound on his neck!    

    

"..." "When will it be?!"    

    

Ye Lee was shocked, he immediately leapt up from the side and retreated ten metres back from where he originally stood.    

    

If he hadn't realized that terrifying killing intent earlier, his head would have been cut off from his neck by that silver thread. Realizing that he had just been on the brink of death, cold sweat trickled down Ye Lee's forehead and back.    

    

As for Habock, he laughed loudly.    

    

"Hahahaha, you actually noticed it!"    

    

"Intuition is good, kid."    

    

The spectators at the scene could not even see the lines clearly. From their perspectives, they could only see Ye Lee retreating backwards abruptly while Habock ridiculed him loudly.    

    

Soon after, the corner of Habock's eyes curved up, revealing a crazed expression.    

    

"But it's still not enough!"    

    

Before Ye Lee could react, he felt a sharp pain from his right leg.    

    

"Ugh!"    

    

Ye Lee clenched his teeth, so that no sobs could escape from his mouth, and turned his head to look at where his right leg was standing.    

    

A silver thread had appeared behind him at an unknown time and severed the tendons in his right foot!    

    

When Ye Lee turned around and raised his head once again, the Habock who was standing in the middle of the arena had already disappeared.    

    

"Since it's the finals, let me show my skills."    

    

Raising his head towards the voice, Ye Lee saw Habock standing at a height of over 10 metres in the air.    

    

No, rather than calling it a high altitude, it was more like a silver line. It was hard to imagine how such a thin and long strand of silver could bear the weight of one hundred and eighty kilograms of Habock's body, but he just stood there, looking down at Ye Lee who was on the ground with ease.    

    

Ye Lee immediately used his Spiritual Strength's detection to cover the entire competition grounds, only then did he realize that the entire competition grounds had unknowingly been covered by those sharp silver threads.    

    

Amongst the thousands of silver threads, Ye Lee was like a prey that had fallen into a spider web, unable to move at all. As long as he turned his body slightly, his body would immediately be cut into countless of pieces by the threads!    

    

Ye Lee's face darkened, he half squatted on the ground, instigated his spirit power, and roared.    

    

"Sword, come!"    

    

Twenty Flying Sword s shot out from his waist, spinning and slicing towards the surrounding threads, slicing dozens of them.    

    

"Oh? Flying Sword? "    

    

Habock raised his eyebrows, and said, as three blade pieces appeared in his hand. Then, he gently flicked the thread and his figure instantly disappeared.    

    

In the next second, Habock appeared behind Ye Lee and accurately stabbed the three throwing knives into his back!    

    

"Ugh!"    

    

Ye Lee's body trembled, and a Flying Sword immediately flew out from his waist and flew towards Habock. Habock had long stepped on the threads behind Ye Lee, and leaped up high, causing the Flying Sword to lose its target.    

    

"Hmph, the competition has only just begun. Don't forget yourself!"    

    

What came next was the fierce confrontation between the Eastern Flying Sword and the Western Assassins.    

    

Habock continuously used the threads in his body to move at a speed that the naked eye could not catch. Ye Lee released a probing force that shot twenty Flying Sword s at every corner that Habock could move.    

    

"Estimate my position? "Not bad."    

    

Habock continuously took out his blade from his waist, and shot it towards the Flying Sword s that were shooting at him. The military bayonets and the Flying Sword s clashed in the air, causing intense sparks to fly everywhere.    

    

Clank, clank, clank, clank!    

    

As time passed, Habock's movements became faster and faster. Ye Lee also controlled more and more Flying Sword, and a storm formed from sword blades appeared in the trap of threads that the audience could not see.    

    

"Hahahaha!" The laughter made by Habock's afterimage rang in Ye Lee's ears.    

    

"Is this your Flying Sword's sacred art from the east?"    

    

"Trash!"    

    

Ye Lee clenched his teeth, and countless Spiritual Body Flying Sword s came out from his body!    

    

"Thousand Sword Formation!"    

    

At this time, Habock's speed had already reached a realm that the Spiritual Strength could not detect. Ye Lee had no other choice but to use a large area of attack to resist Habock.    

    

However, Habock seemed to have already predicted that Ye Lee would use this move. When Ye Lee yelled out the name of his move, his entire body stepped on a thread and approached Ye Lee's body at supersonic speed.    

    

Ye Lee's face was surprised, he immediately pulled out a Flying Sword and slashed at Habock's chest with his left hand, but Habock was not afraid at all. He raised his right hand and used a military blade to block the sword in front of his body, then he turned his body, and ruthlessly kicked at Ye Lee's chest that was pierced through last week.    

    

Puff!    

    

Ye Lee felt as if his chest was pierced once again, and a huge pain came from his chest. Ye Lee spurted out a mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth, and his entire body was pushed back more than ten metres.    

    

The heavily injured Ye Lee found it difficult to maintain the enormous consumption of the Thousand Sword Formation, and the tornado of Flying Sword that was about to be formed vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye.    

    

Once the final kill was broken, the following match would immediately become a one-sided battle.    

    

Habock traveled through the air at a speed that the Flying Sword could not even catch, and every time he moved, he would place several military blades into Ye Lee's body. Sometimes he would directly pierce through them, and sometimes he would project them from afar.    

    

When the spectators of China saw this cruel scene, they unconsciously clenched their teeth and revealed an unwilling expression. A few girls even closed their eyes and turned their heads away, not looking at Ye Lee who was already riddled with holes.    

    

Although Ye Lee was already working hard to use his Flying Sword to cut open the silver threads and track Habock's location, every time he cut a thread off, Habock's body would shoot dozens of the same threads. He was like a poisonous spider playing with his prey in the web.    

    

When the pain was almost enough to destroy Ye Lee's mind, Habock seemed to have realized this point. He dropped from the highest point and shot towards Ye Lee like a missile.    

    

"Hahahaha!"    

    

He laughed out loud and rushed towards Ye Lee. Ye Lee raised his spirit and a sword appeared in his hand, flying straight towards Habock.    

    

Just as the Flying Sword was about to pass through Habock's head, Habock suddenly took out a meter long bayonet from his waist, and chopped the Flying Sword in half!    

    

Ye Lee was shocked, he immediately conjured a golden sword with a coiling dragon tattoo on the sword hilt, directly rushing towards Habock's bayonet.    

    

Boom!    

    

As the sword and the blade clashed, the explosion created a huge wave that swept away the entire bird's nest!    

    

"This must be a treasure from your Zong Clan!"    

    

Habock confronted Ye Lee with his blade and shouted loudly.    

    

"Not bad, not bad at all. Don't let me down too much!"    

    

Then, Ye Lee saw that on Habock's blood red bayonet blade, countless thorns suddenly grew out and shot towards his chest!    

    

Ye Lee's face tensed up, the golden sword's blade released a powerful light aura that blew Habock's body away.    

    

"Heh heh."    

    

Habock landed on the ground, not only did his attack not succeed, he also laughed and bent his knees, using both of his hands to grab onto the blood red blade.    

    

"Bloody Rose!"    

    

Habock roared out, and fiercely thrusted the scarlet red blade into the air in front of him, causing the blade to instantly lengthen and pierce towards Ye Lee.    

    

Ye Lee raised the golden longsword in front of him, and just as the sharp blade was about to make contact with the golden sword, the blood-red blade tip split open in mid air, turning into a dozen or so red sharp thorns, and fiercely stabbed into Ye Lee's body.    

    

"Ugh!"    

    

After the spike was pierced, it suddenly retreated and turned back into a military knife, returning back into Habock's hand. With his four limbs and more than a dozen places on his torso pierced, Ye Lee let out a groan and half knelt down.    

    

Ye Lee's body was already full of holes. The large Blood Bead fell from his body to the ground, feeling the tearing pain coming from his body, Ye Lee panted heavily.    

    

Following that, Habock raised his bayonet, his leather boots making clattering noises as he rushed towards Ye Lee.    

    

Ye Lee clenched his teeth, stood up, and gathered all of his mana on the golden longsword, similarly going forward to meet Habock.    

    

Clang!    

    

A crisp sound rang out as sparks flew in the air.    

    

This time, the golden sword's body was sliced into two by Habock's blood-red blade!    

    

Ye Lee's body was also struck.    

    

The bayonet had cut open the entire area from the right shoulder to the waist, and hot blood splattered from the wound.    

    

"This monkey trick is also called a sacred art. No wonder you are called East Asian sickmen."    

    

Looking at Ye Lee who was covered in blood and was staring at him unwillingly, Habock laughed.    

    

Then, he flew up with his right leg and fiercely trampled on Ye Lee's lower jaw. The impact penetrated into Ye Lee's skull and he spat out a mouthful of blood as Ye Lee flew out of the arena.    

    

The audience silently watched this cruel scene. On the big screen, it showed the points from the first battle.    

    

United States 1: 0 Chinese Team.