Chapter 78: Confrontation Head-On (Please Subscribe!)

“Take this… Sandstorm Waltz!”
Suspended high above, overlooking the arena, Wang Yuming shouted loudly, raising his Spirit Blade, Sandstar, high.

As his spiritual technique activated, sand swept in from all directions at the edge of the sky, transforming into golden points of light that spiraled into the blade. With each surge of golden light, the dark gold blade radiated an intense brilliance. A powerful golden energy swelled within, making the blade shine like a second sun in the sky.

A memory flashed through Wang Yuming’s mind.

He had an older sister.

Just one day before the tournament began, he had received his sister Wang Xinhang’s medical report at the hospital.

She had been bitten by a female vampire more than ten days earlier, afflicted by the curse of the blood clan. It was an almost incurable affliction—a devastating blow to him.

Wang Xinhang already suffered from a heart condition. Due to the failed embrace, she would not transform into a vampire but would instead die. At the hospital, the doctor arranged a bed for her and administered an anti-vampire serum, but even that could not guarantee her survival.

The serum only prolonged her life by a few days, delaying the onset of the curse.

The two hundred thousand in medical expenses weighed heavily on Wang Yuming.

But Wang Xinhang was his only family, his only sister—he would never sit idly by.

As a powerful demon hunter, the tournament held at the sports center offered him the best chance to earn the money he needed.

For this reason, Wang Yuming was determined to win.

Fame? Dreams? He cared nothing for them. He only wanted the prize money to save his sister.

And now, he had finally reached the last decisive battle of the tournament—the most critical fight. He absolutely had to win.

Facing Cheng Feng, a formidable opponent not to be underestimated, Wang Yuming would not allow himself any carelessness; he was prepared to use his strongest move to defeat him in one stroke.

Even if the destruction unleashed by this technique would obliterate the entire arena, he did not care. He needed the victory quickly.

At Cheng Feng’s current strength, he simply could not withstand such a devastating attack.

Sandstorm Waltz?

As Wang Yuming shouted the strange name of his spiritual technique, Cheng Feng recalled a scene from not long ago.

During the monster auction battle, the demon hunters faced the giant beast, Black Web Spider. Two elite female members had unleashed their spiritual techniques.

Liu Shiyu’s ultimate move—Frost Banquet Waltz.

And He Moli’s—Whirlwind Sonata.

‘Waltz’—a wide-area move learned only by elite demon hunters, the most destructive of all. He had not expected Wang Yuming to possess such a technique as well.

He truly was an exceptionally gifted demon hunter.

Now, the situation for Cheng Feng was even more dire.

Danger!

The [Crisis Warning] ability sounded an alarm in Cheng Feng’s mind.

Staring at the overwhelming energy accumulating in the sky, Cheng Feng’s expression grew solemn. Judging from the dark golden energy aura permeating the air, he understood well how powerful Wang Yuming’s attack truly was.

If it struck, his life would be at risk.

The attack would engulf the entire arena. Cheng Feng had no means to fly, unlike Wang Yuming, who could command wind and sand to hover above—there was no way to escape.

Since he could not dodge...

Cheng Feng drew a deep breath, his face grave but fearless. Clutching Raikiri tightly, his silver eyes gleamed with determination. “Then I’ll face it head-on.”

He knew his meager ranged attacks could never disrupt Wang Yuming’s charge-up.

In this situation, there was only one way.

And only one move came to Cheng Feng’s mind that could stand against it.

Tens of thousands of spectators raised their eyes, watching the figure in the sky with anticipation.

Wang Yuming held his Spirit Blade aloft, dazzling as the sun, drawing all attention. His strongest move was about to reach completion.

“Sandstorm Waltz… I never thought this Wang Yuming would use such a powerful technique,” Liu Shiyu said, her usually composed expression replaced by grave concern. “Now Cheng Feng is truly in danger…”

“Sister Shi, is my brother in trouble?” Cheng Yi asked—though she barely understood the battle, she sensed from Liu Shiyu’s worried look that Cheng Feng was in a dire situation.

Liu Shiyu did not answer, remaining silent.

Even she was unsure how Cheng Feng could withstand such a powerful attack.

In the VIP seats, the president’s gaze fell on Cheng Feng, tinged with expectation. “Cheng Feng, can you withstand such a move?”

Beside him, Chu Xinghe looked as calm as ever.

From the start of today’s matches until now, he had never cared about the outcome—but for the first time, he felt a hint of interest in the final’s result.

Above the wide arena, high in the sky.

At a certain moment, the Spirit Blade, Sandstar, in Wang Yuming’s raised hand blazed with golden light. His spiritual energy reached its peak—the ultimate move was ready.

“It’s over! The championship… is mine!”

A gleam of fanaticism flashed in Wang Yuming’s dark golden eyes. With a shout, he swung his blade downward.

The golden energy stored within the blade surged forth, bursting like a golden torrent from the sword’s tip. A terrifying golden beam, charged with the power to annihilate all, shot down with unstoppable force.

Whoosh!

The wide, resplendent golden blast streaked downward, carrying with it a majestic might, bathing the entire arena and Cheng Feng’s body in golden light.

Danger!

The crisis warning sounded frantically in his mind once more.

Yet Cheng Feng did not retreat. He had a plan.

Though he had never tried this method before, and had no certainty it would work, he could only gamble!

If it failed, he would lose—there was only one chance.

Cheng Feng gathered all his spiritual energy, leaving not a single drop, preparing to expend it all in his next attack.

This was a last stand. His body radiated a blazing white lightning, his fighting spirit rising swiftly.

Raikiri responded in his hand, as if echoing his unwavering resolve. On the gleaming blade, electric arcs crackled and danced.

“Come!”

Cheng Feng bent his knees slightly. The tiled floor beneath him exploded, the recoil propelling him skyward like a blazing white arrow, rushing headlong toward the golden blast!

More than thirty thousand spectators in the arena and countless viewers at home watched this scene—one that seemed almost suicidal—and all had the same thought.

Charging straight in—wasn’t this courting death?!

In the stands, Liu Shiyu frowned, uncertain of Cheng Feng’s intent.

Cheng Yi covered her mouth, her heart leaping to her throat.

Under the tense gazes of the crowd, Cheng Feng, transformed into a stream of lightning, collided in midair—ten meters above the ground—with the terrifying golden blast!