WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!-Chapter 121: Yang Lie vs Yi Ran

After claiming his reward from the competition, Reon returned to his seat, leaning back as his thoughts wandered.

His gaze settled on Yi Ran.

In the future, she would be known as the Deceptive Saber Demoness—a title that perfectly embodied both her cunning nature and the deadly grace of her blade.

Just like her personality, her saber was unpredictable, its trajectory and direction shifting at the last moment, deceiving opponents until it was too late.

And despite its deceptive movements, every strike carried an overwhelming, destructive force.

Before her opponents could even realize that her blade was aimed at a fatal spot, they were already obliterated.

Now, in the arena, the battle between Yang Lie and Yi Ran had begun.

Meanwhile, in another section of the battleground, Zi Chen and Rou Jin clashed, their fight equally fierce.

Yi Ran smirked, her saber gleaming under the light. "Yang Lie, come at me with everything you've got."

Yang Lie narrowed his eyes, gripping his sword tightly. "Alright, be prepared."

Summoning his blade, he channeled his Spiritual Qi, the energy around him surging and condensing into a shimmering golden aura.

With a sharp inhale, he lunged forward.

"Take this!" Yang Lie roared, bringing his sword down in a devastating arc.

WHOOSH!

But—

His sword came to an abrupt stop.

It had not struck flesh. It had not even been parried.

Instead, it was caught—trapped between Yi Ran's bare hands.

A blinding purple light radiated from her palms, locking his weapon in place.

"W-What?" Yang Lie's eyes widened in disbelief. "My Mastery-Stage Sword Aura... stopped by her bare hands?"

Yi Ran's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Weak. Too weak, Yang Lie."

With the barest application of force, she shoved him backward.

BOOM!

Yang Lie staggered, skidding several meters across the arena, barely keeping his balance.

But—

WHOOSH!

A gleaming edge cut through the air.

Before he could recover, Yi Ran's saber—now wreathed in her Purple-Color Saber Aura—was already descending toward his neck.

"Ahhh—!"

Acting purely on instinct, Yang Lie twisted his sword sideways, raising it in a desperate attempt to block the strike.

But—

At the very last second—

Yi Ran's saber vanished.

No, not vanished—retracted.

In the same instant, she twisted her body, and with a fluid motion, she slammed the hilt of her saber—enforced with her aura—directly into Yang Lie's face.

THUMP!

"EKkkkk! My Nooosseee—!"

A sharp crack echoed through the arena.

Blood sprayed into the air as Yang Lie was sent flying several meters backward, crashing onto the ground in a crumpled heap.

Clutching his broken nose, he let out a strangled scream.

"A-Arghhh! It hurts...!"

Yi Ran took a step back, twirling her saber effortlessly.

"You're as foolish as ever. Do you really think raw sword power alone can win fights? Tch. You're just swinging a sword without a plan."

From his seat, Reon exhaled slowly, his gaze sharpening.

"Yang Lie is already a High-Stage Qi Solidification Realm Cultivator..."

"But—fuck. She's a monster."

"She's toying with the protagonist like it's nothing."

And that purple aura in her hands?

Reon's mind raced.

That was no ordinary energy manipulation.

It meant only one thing—

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She had already reached the 'Aura Expansion' realm of Weapon cultivation—

A stage where weapon wielders could extend their aura beyond their blade, reinforcing their limbs to amplify attack and defense.

And if that were the case—

Then she wasn't just a Saber User anymore.

She was a Saber Adept.

A whole different level of combatant.

A few moment later,

Back in the arena, Yang Lie lay motionless on the ground, his vision swimming, his breaths shallow.

Yi Ran pointed her saber at him, her tone flat.

"Couldn't even last twenty moves? Just sixteen?"

A tense silence stretched between them.

She let out a weary sigh, her eyes unreadable.

"Did I expect too much from you?"

With a fluid motion, she sheathed her saber, the soft sound echoing like a final verdict.

The crowd erupted into murmurs, some in disbelief, others in admiration.

"Wooohoo! That's my goddess Yi Ran! She destroyed Yang Lie—the prodigy of this year—like he was nothing!"

"She's not ranked 2 in the Outer Sect for no reason."

"Her beauty is only matched by her strength."

"But why is she so determined to fight Xue Taiyang? Is there something going on between them that we don't know about?"

"Nah, no way. It's probably because of that rumor."

"What rumor?"

"You don't know? The one about Xue Taiyang being the sect's greatest genius three years ago."

"Oh, that? I've heard it, but I don't buy it."

"Right? I think Yi Ran wants to expose him—to prove that the rumor was nothing but a lie."

"Maybe... it's possible."

...

Meanwhile, Yang Lie, still lying on the ground, suddenly saw a screen appear before his eyes.

[Ding!]

[Would the Host like to skip the Special Quest with the corresponding penalty for Mission Failure?]

[Yes / No]

...

[Special Quest]

[Objective:] Utterly defeat Xue Taiyang and humiliate him in front of a large audience. An evil should be disgraced before dying.

[Reward:] 5000 System Points.

[Time Remaining:] 00 Days: 00 Hours: 07 Minutes: 23 Seconds

[Failure Penalty:] -3000 System Points.

...

His already pained expression darkened as he thought.

"Hah... what the hell should I do now?"

"I chose to fight him because of this special mission. There's no way I'd waste my time on these losers otherwise."

"I've waited a month for this opportunity... If I fail, I'll lose everything."

"No, no... I can't let that happen. The one who should choose between us hasn't made their decision yet."

"If I provoke him... he'll definitely pick me."

Meanwhile, in another part of the arena, the fight between Zi Chen and Rou Jin came to a conclusion—Zi Chen emerged victorious.

And then—

Reon stood from his seat.

He stepped into the arena, his sharp eyes flickering between Yi Ran and the fallen Yang Lie.

"As expected of the Rank 2 disciple of the Outer Sect," he said, his voice even.

"Even the most gifted prodigy of this generation couldn't last against you. Your skill is truly commendable."

Yi Ran turned to him, an amused glint in her eyes. "You praise me too much, Brother Xue. But I do hope you'll provide a fight more entertaining than some... loser."

Reon chuckled lightly. "I don't think you should expect too much, only to be disappointed, Sister Yi. After all, how could a mere Rank 18 disciple like me give you a good fight?"

Yi Ran smirked. "You're too modest, Brother Xue. But I know better. I expect much better from you."

Reon narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Why is this cunning fox so confident I can give her a good fight?"

Something didn't add up.

He needed to know exactly what he was dealing with.

Silently, Reon activated his Identify skill—his gaze locking onto Yi Ran.