I am destroying the protagonist in the fantasy world!

Chapter 170: Dilemma, Breaking the Sword

"clang!"

A sharp metallic collision resounded throughout the arena. The sword-crazed teen's attack was blocked by none other than the Third Elder, a man of the highest rank in the family.

The Third Elder stood in mid-air, his aged face expressionless. His piercing gaze swept over the sword-crazed youth, and he said in a deep voice, "The competition has come to an end. You are so vicious and cruel, are you trying to kill your fellow disciples?"

The sword-crazed young man's face changed, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes. However, facing the pressure from the Third Elder, he still had to lower his head and said respectfully: "Disciple dared not, but was too focused and made a mistake. I beg Third Elder to forgive me."

"Hmph!" The Third Elder snorted coldly, retracted his gaze, turned to look at Lei Yi, and said lightly: "Lei boy, are you okay?"

Lei Yi was in a very bad condition at this time. He barely dodged the fatal blow from the sword-crazy boy, but he was at the end of his strength. The spiritual power in his body had been exhausted, and his whole body was sore and weak that he even had difficulty standing.

Hearing the Third Elder's question, Lei Yi took a deep breath, tried to calm the surging blood in his body, and said with a bow, "Thank you, Third Elder, for your help. I am fine."

The Third Elder nodded slightly and said, "It is remarkable that you have been able to hold out against the Sword Maniac for this long. This competition will end here."

After saying this, the third elder turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait!" The sword-crazed young man suddenly called out to the Third Elder. His face was filled with resentment, and he gritted his teeth as he said, "Third Elder, I haven't lost yet! I can still..."

"That's enough!" The Third Elder turned around abruptly, staring fiercely at the sword-crazed youth, and said coldly, "How long will you persist in your delusion? Do you have to kill someone before you give up?"

The sword-crazy boy was intimidated by the Third Elder's aura and dared not speak anymore. He could only lower his head in anger, but there was still a glint of unwillingness and resentment in his eyes.

On the viewing platform, Dongfang Liuli was on edge. Seeing Lei Yi nearly die, her heart nearly jumped out of her throat. She wanted to rush into the arena to protect him. If it weren't for the family members around her stopping her, she would have rushed down long ago.

At this moment, seeing that although Lei Yi was in a mess, he had finally saved his life, Dongfang Liuli finally breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart was still full of worry.

"Lei Yi, how are you? Are you hurt?" Dongfang Liuli asked anxiously.

Lei Yi shook his head to indicate that he was fine, but his pale face betrayed his current weak state.

Seeing this, a trace of heartache flashed across Dongfang Liuli's beautiful eyes. She knew that Lei Yi was just holding on at the moment, so she stopped asking questions and just stood silently beside him, giving him support and encouragement in her own way.

At this moment, Lei Yi suddenly felt Dongfang Liuli's grip on his hand tighten slightly. He looked up at Dongfang Liuli, only to see her beautiful eyes wide open, staring intently at the sword-crazed young man in the center of the arena, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief...

"What's wrong?" Lei Yi asked in a low voice, following Dongfang Liuli's gaze, but found nothing.

Dongfang Liuli didn't answer, but stared at the sword-crazed boy intently, as if he had seen something incredible, muttering to himself, "How could this happen? This..."

Lei Yi followed Dongfang Liuli's gaze and was still confused, but he chose to trust Dongfang Liuli's judgment and asked in a low voice: "Liuli, what did you find?"

Dongfang Liuli didn't answer immediately, but stared intently at the sword-mad boy, a thoughtful glint in her beautiful eyes. After a moment, as if finally certain, she took a deep breath and said to Lei Yi in a low voice, "Lei Yi, observe his footwork carefully. Every time he attacks with all his might, doesn't he always have a subtle pause?"

Lei Yi's heart stirred upon hearing this, and he began to recall the details of each of the sword-crazed boy's attacks. As expected, just as Dongfang Liuli had said, before each powerful attack, the sword-crazed boy would have an extremely brief pause. This pause was so tiny, almost imperceptible, but it was there.

"This pause..." Lei Yi frowned, analyzing rapidly in his mind, "Could it be..."

Dongfang Liuli continued, "I suspect this pause is probably related to the technique he's practicing. Perhaps this is a flaw in his technique!"

A gleam of light flashed in Lei Yi's eyes. If this was true, then this was his only chance!

"Liuli, you're right!" Lei Yi took a deep breath, a look of determination flashing in his eyes, "I understand!"

Dongfang Liuli looked at Lei Yi with worry in her eyes, but she knew that Lei Yi had made his decision, and all she could do was support him unconditionally.

"Be careful!" Dongfang Liuli held Lei Yi's hand tightly and said in a low voice.

Lei Yi held Dongfang Liuli's hand with his backhand, gave her a firm look, then turned to look at the sword-crazy boy with a sneer on his face.

"Boy, if you have any skills, just use them!" Lei Yi pretended to be weak and challenged the sword-crazy boy.

Seeing Lei Yi like this, the sword-crazed young man thought he had reached the end of his strength. He was immediately overjoyed and sneered, "Since you are looking for death, then you can't blame me!"

Before he finished speaking, the sword-crazy boy flashed and rushed towards Lei Yi again.

Lei Yi pretended to be defeated and retreated repeatedly, while secretly observing the movements of the sword-crazy boy, looking for his flaws.

"It's now!"

When the sword-crazy boy paused for a moment again, Lei Yi's eyes flashed. He seized the opportunity and deliberately exposed a flaw, exposing his chest to the sword of the sword-crazy boy.

"Go to hell!" The sword-crazy boy was ecstatic when he saw Lei Yi reveal such an obvious flaw. Without thinking, he stabbed the long sword in Lei Yi's chest.

In this sword strike, the sword-crazy boy used all his strength without reservation. In his opinion, Lei Yi would definitely die with this strike!

However, just as the tip of the sword was about to pierce Lei Yi's chest, a strange arc suddenly appeared on the corner of Lei Yi's mouth, and a cold light flashed in his eyes...

The tip of the sword drew ever closer to Lei Yi's chest, and the shadow of death seemed to envelop him. The onlookers held their breath, and even the patriarch of the family had a hint of smug sneer on his face.

But at this critical moment, Lei Yi moved! He did not choose to retreat to avoid it, but instead took a step forward to meet the sword's attack!

This action was beyond everyone's expectations. Even the sword-crazed boy was stunned for a moment, and then a sneer of contempt appeared on his face. He thought to himself: "Is Lei Yi crazy? He is actually going to die!"

However, the next moment, the sneer on the sword-crazed boy's face froze. This was because he realized that Lei Yi's move had landed him in a blind spot, and because he was attacking with all his might, he had no time to change his tactics!

"Not good!" The sword-crazy boy was horrified and wanted to pull back, but it was too late.

Lei Yi's eyes flashed with brilliance. He tried his best to concentrate all the remaining spiritual power in his body on his right hand. The long sword in his hand turned into a flash of lightning and stabbed straight into the gap behind the sword-crazy boy!

"puff!"

With a slight sound, the tip of Lei Yi's sword pierced into the back of the sword-crazy boy without any hindrance, and blood instantly dyed the sword red.

The sword-crazy boy let out a shrill scream, his body trembled violently, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang". He collapsed to the ground powerlessly, his breath rapidly weakening.

The entire place was in a dead silence, everyone staring at the scene in disbelief. The arrogant sword-mad boy was actually defeated just like that, defeated by Lei Yi, a man they regarded as a piece of trash?

Lei Yi wasn't feeling well either. He forced the remaining spiritual energy into his body, and now he felt excruciating pain throughout his meridians. His vision went black, and he nearly fainted. But he still managed to hold on, not collapsing, because he knew the battle wasn't over yet.

Lei Yi took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the surging blood in his body. He slowly turned his head and looked at the family patriarch on the high platform, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.

"I won this competition." Although Lei Yi's voice was weak, it was clearly heard throughout the entire training ground.

The clan leader's face was ashen, his fists clenched, and he remained silent. The ghost-faced strategist behind him narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing in them, and whispered a few words in his ear.

The family patriarch's expression became increasingly gloomy as the ghost-faced strategist spoke. Finally, he raised his head and looked at Lei Yi, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Lei Yi, do you think you've won just like that?" the family patriarch said in a stern tone, "This game has only just begun!"

The patriarch's face was ashen, like the dark clouds before a storm, suffocating those around him. Behind him stood the ghost-faced strategist, dressed in black and thin, his eyes gleaming with shrewdness.

"Chief, we cannot keep this boy. If he can defeat the sword maniac today, he will be able to overthrow the entire family tomorrow!" The ghost-faced strategist's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell.

"Hmph! How could I not know this?" the family patriarch gnashed his teeth. "This little bastard actually dared to plot against my son! I will make him suffer a fate worse than death!"

"Calm down, Chief." The ghost-faced strategist held the Chief's arm and whispered a few words in his ear. "This boy is full of tricks. We can't confront him head-on. We can..."

The Ghost-faced strategist's voice grew lower and lower, but from the family patriarch's gradually relaxed brow and cold eyes, it could be seen that they were planning a more vicious plan.

Under the platform, Dongfang Liuli quickly walked over to Lei Yi and asked with concern, "How are you? Are you hurt?"

Lei Yi shook his head, his face pale, and said with all his strength: "I'm fine, I just over-consumed my spiritual energy, I just need to rest for a while."

"Don't be so stubborn," Dongfang Liuli supported him, her eyes full of worry, "You're in very bad condition now, go down and rest first."

"No," Lei Yi refused, "If I leave now, won't that give them an opportunity to take advantage of me?"

Dongfang Liuli wanted to persuade him again, but Lei Yi had already pushed her hand away, walked step by step to the center of the martial arts field, and looked firmly at the family patriarch on the high platform.

"Chief, I've already won this competition. Can I..."

"Who said you won?"

The clan leader suddenly interrupted Lei Yi with a sinister smile on his face, "This is just the first competition. You still have a long way to go if you want to prove yourself!"

Lei Yi's heart sank. He knew the real test had just begun. The clan leader wouldn't let him off easily. What awaited him next would be an even more dangerous challenge.

"Okay, I'll get on with it!" Lei Yi took a deep breath, his eyes burning with rage. "I want to see what other tricks you have!"

The patriarch remained silent, merely staring coldly at Lei Yi, a cruel smile curling his lips. He slowly raised his right hand, pointing to a charming woman in a light blue dress in the crowd, and announced loudly, "The next competition will be..."