Chapter 100: The Profound Yin Qi（4）
Ye Qing Ling’s reflexes were as agile as a monkey.
No…
It should be said that the reaction of the demonic sword was up to speed.
Every time Ye Feng Yu found a weak spot to attack on her, the demonic sword would control her body to avoid it.
It left no chance for him at all.
Another stream of Qi wielded from the sword sent him flying across before landing on the ground.
Ye Qing Luo gripped her palms together, her face about to explode in terror.
She could hardly contain the rage up surging within her.
There was no way she could stop this duel.
Even if she had spilled the beans about the demonic sword to the masters, they would need time to examine if it was an object from the dark side.
It was almost impossible for them to terminate the entire competition that impacted thousands just for one student.
What happened if Ye Qing Ling really lost her mind and kill her brother the moment she stepped away?
Her expression got more anxious and flustered as she cursed inwardly on why the arena and audience had to be in separate zones.
Otherwise she would be able to warn him about the dark sword.
For all one knew, Ye Feng Yu seemed to have vibes about his sister’s anxieties.
One moment he was throwing up heaps of blood on the ground, the next moment he flipped over and stood up unexpectedly.
This time, he did not lift his blade and charged his way forcefully.
Instead, in the speed of light he swung to Ye Qing Ling’s back, stretched his arm and grasped the wrist of her hand that held the sword.
Ye Qing Luo was startled by his sudden move: “Let me guess, is this…sibling’s telepathy?”
This was exactly what she had in mind too.
Ye Qing Ling had relied on the demonic sword to sustain her position on the arena.
If her hand was restrained, it would mean that the sword would be controlled too.
Ye Qing Luo gazed at her brother’s face, warm blood filled on of the exposed wounds and veins stood out on his forehead.
His complexion had turned into shades of white as he held on to Ye Qing Ling’s wrist with his fingers.
It was as if he was losing his strength.
And sure enough, she was unable to make any moves with her restriction.
“This trick may hold her up for a while but with his strength now he might get swallowed up if the evil spirit catches him!” Old Man Cang resounded in a worrying tone.
Ye Qing Luo pressed her pink lips tightly.
She had understood what Old Man Cang’s concerns.
But she had trust in Ye Feng Yu and his purest heart.
The demonic sword could not devour or control human being unless it was able to capture a trace of darkness in the human’s heart.
Her brother was a man with a pristine heart.
“Want to grab my sword? Over my dead body!”
In an instant, a bellow sounded from the stage as Ye Qing Ling’s rage blazed into flames lacing her pair of eyes sparkling with fury.
She was distraught with frustrations having him twined around her.
A stream of sinister profound Qi quickly spread around the body of the demonic sword.
Ye Feng Yu felt a pang of huge agony on his palm as the icy chill wrapped his entire arm in an instant.
The pain burned his arm like acid corrosion on flesh.
Immediately Ye Qing Ling swirled in the air and suspended a somersault in order to break free from his suppression.
She threw a back kick and it landed spot on and right at his chest.
He let out a groan as he was sent across and ditched at the edge of the ring.
This time, he was flat on the ground remained motionless.
Blood gushed out from his mouth, forming into a scarlet pool on the floor.
“Little Yu!” Ye Qing Luo rushed forward to help him up.
But she was blocked by in invisible barrier.
She could not pass through, only to helplessly watched her brother gasping for air in blood stained clothes.
The fresh bright red colour only made Ye Qing Ling break out in outrageous savagery laughter: “Are you sure you deserve to compete with me? You are just like your wastrel sister, a useless junk that can only earn a place on the floor!”