My Brother's the Protagonist? Good Thing I Awakened My System!

Chapter 213 Three Year Agreement!

Chapter 213  Three Year Agreement!

Shock and surprise spread through the arena.

It wasn't uncommon for a genius to defeat someone of a higher cultivation realm.

But what made this moment truly shocking was who had been defeated—Gao Mingrui, one of Spirit Wind Palace's greatest geniuses. And he hadn't just lost—he had been utterly crushed.

"How is this possible? Is Gao Mingrui really that weak?"

"Feng Yun… this guy is completely unreadable. Even now, he only dares to use the Top Grand Qi Condensation Realm—or is that truly his limit?"

"Why does he fight like a seasoned veteran? His combat awareness surpasses even some old monsters… and he's not even twenty yet!"

…

Even in the Imperial Family's section, there was a palpable sense of astonishment.

Wang Zhiqing, in particular, was taken aback.

( Feng Yun… is this how strong he is? Just like his brother, Feng Chen! )

Her initial shock quickly gave way to understanding. Feng Chen's power had always been abnormal, so it made sense that his brother would be just as terrifying.

The Emperor, his eyes still fixed on the arena where Feng Yun stood, a flicker of intrigue crossing his features.

"Can any of you tell me," the Emperor inquired, his gaze never leaving Feng Yun, "who exactly is this Feng Yun? I have heard little of him until now, yet his strength is undeniable."

The Third Prince didn't hesitate and stepped forward to answer faster than anyone else. "Feng Yun…" The Third Prince's voice was measured, as though weighing every word. He didn't want the Emperor to have a favorable impression of them as he hated the Feng Clan and wanted to take revenge.

But at the same time, he couldn't lie and deceive the Emperor and lose the chance to gain his favor.

He told almost all about Feng Yun, how he climbed to the highest step on Pillar Of Aptitude and his relationship with Ling Meiyu and their three year agreement.

The Emperor nodded to the Third Prince and his focus shifted back to the arena.

The Emperor remained silent, his eyes locked on Feng Yun, as if deep in thought—or perhaps, plotting something.

On the Battlefield, Gao Mingrui lay in the arena, his body battered, his spirit shattered.

Physically, he had suffered severe injuries, but the true damage was to his mind.

He had already given up on becoming champion after witnessing Ling Meiyu and Feng Mei's battle. But even so, he never imagined that he would lose so completely to a mere Top Grand Qi Condensation Realm cultivator.

And it wasn't a hard-fought victory. Feng Yun had utterly dominated him.

"T-This…"

Gao Mingrui's voice trembled. He didn't know what to feel.

For the first time in his life, he felt insignificant. Weak!

His fellow Spirit Wind Palace disciples hurried onto the stage, lifting his injured body and carrying him away. They looked worried, but more than that—they were confused.

This was not the arrogant, untouchable Gao Mingrui they knew.

Even if he lost, shouldn't he just curse and vow to take revenge? But Gao Mingrui did no such thing and quietly went with them.

He had never looked so broken!

Meanwhile, Feng Yun Stood Unmoved.

His expression remained indifferent, his focus already shifting.

He looked straight ahead—at Ling Meiyu.

This was it.

The final match!

The referee stepped forward. "Do you need time to rest?"

As per the tournament's rules, Feng Yun was allowed time to recover to full strength. The officials could even heal his injuries before the final.

But Feng Yun simply shook his head.

There was no need.

He had barely exerted himself against Gao Mingrui.

The referee was momentarily stunned. To fight Ling Meiyu immediately after such a battle… was this arrogance? Or confidence?

Regardless, the decision was made.

"Participant Ling Meiyu, please step onto the stage! The final match will now begin!"

Another wave of shock rippled through the audience.

Feng Yun was truly unfazed.

There would be no delay.

The spectators, of course, were thrilled. There was no waiting—no wasted time. The battle for the number one genius of the Azure Sky Empire would begin now.

"This Feng Yun… You're telling me he wasn't even trying when he crushed Gao Mingrui?"

"He's becoming more and more unpredictable. How strong is he really, if he could face Ling Meiyu after that battle with Gao Mingrui?"

"At last! The showdown between Ling Meiyu and Feng Yun—two who were once engaged, now standing against each other!"

"Could Feng Yun avenge his humiliation and get his revenge? Or would Ling Meiyu prevail as expected?"

…

The crowd whispered in anticipation, their excitement at an all-time high. This was set to be the battle of the century.

Ling Meiyu entered the stage, fully recovered from her fight with Feng Mei.

"Junior Sister Meiyu, you're unstoppable! No one stands a chance against you!"

"That's right! You've always been the strongest. Feng Yun won't even know what hit him!" "You've already beaten two from the Feng Clan. This will be a walk in the park for you, Junior Sister!"

…

Her fellow disciples showered her with words of encouragement—though most were nothing more than empty flattery. They spoke as if her victory was already decided.

On the other side, the Feng Clan members watched in tense silence. They prayed for Feng Yun's safety and victory.

Three years ago, the two of them had made this agreement.

One fought to annul their engagement, the other fought to restore his family's honor.

But now, this battle was about more than that.

This was a battle for the title of the greatest genius in the Azure Sky Empire!

Ling Meiyu's eyes locked on Feng Yun, studying him in silence. Ling Meiyu's eyes fixed on Feng Yun, her gaze lingering on his sharp and resolute features. Even now, she could still trace the familiar outlines of the boy she had once known. She just thought of him as a reckless boy then but it turns out that it was she who arrogantly underestimated him. She was the first to speak.

"I didn't expect you to make it here," she said, her voice calm. "Let alone reach the final!"

This was the first time they had spoken since the incident three years ago.

Feng Yun let out a soft chuckle.

"Heh. It wasn't easy." He smirked, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Miss Ling deserves some credit for that. After all, if not for you, I might not have had the motivation."

Although he was insulting Ling Meiyu, at the same time, it was the truth. Perhaps he would have never gotten to this stage if not for Ling Meiyu.

The two stood motionless, their gazes locked.

"I have come to fulfill the promise made three years ago. Today, we settle everything. The humiliation you brought upon the Feng Clan—it's time you repay it in full."

Feng Yun said with determination.

Sigh!

"My marriage is mine to decide. Even after three years, I do not believe I was wrong. I have the right to choose my own path. However... perhaps some of my actions back then were not as right as I thought."

Ling Meiyu said. The more she thought, the more she felt that she could have handled the situation better and not escalated to such a scale.

"Not as right as you thought?" Feng Yun repeated. "Haha… "

Feng Yun laughed. Not because it was funny but because of how ignorant Ling Meiyu was. She didn't know what her action could have done to them. If they were any weaker, their clan could have been destroyed and if he was any weaker, he could have never gotten here and suffered even more humiliation.

But nothing mattered now! "Enough talking. Let's begin!"

Feng Yun's hand moved to his side, drawing the sword with a swift motion. The blade gleamed with a cold, silvery light, its edges razor-sharp. Ling Meiyu, meanwhile, raised her hand, and a soft glow enveloped her fingers. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned her Blazing Star Sword from her storage ring. Ling Meiyu's expression was calm, but her gaze was resolute, her fingers barely touching the hilt as if the sword were an extension of herself.

The referee stepped forward, ready to start this exciting match.

"Are both participants ready?" He asked, his voice steady, though his eyes flickered nervously between the two legendary swords.

Without a word, Feng Yun nodded, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword. Ling Meiyu, her gaze unwavering, also nodded.

"Then let the final battle begin!"