Omega Taming the Black Moonlight - Chapter 47

When Yan Liu followed Ji Yilian back to the arena, many eyes turned their way.

The video from the past two days had gone viral.

With so many tags and rumors linking it to Ji Yilian, it was impossible to ignore.

Seeing the two figures walking side-by-side as if nothing had happened, completely unfazed by the video, left the crowd astonished.

“Am I seeing things? Why are Ji Yilian and that Omega walking together?” Someone rubbed their eyes.

“That’s not all! I think they got out of the same aircraft.”

“Huh? No way! Does Ji Yilian really like that Omega? Could the video be true? Did she fake her old injury to let Yan Liu win the preliminary round?”

“This must be true love! Ji Yilian used to be a battle maniac, never losing a match in the Arena. Now she’s willing to hand over victory for love… sniff… I’m actually kind of touched.”

“Ugh, stop being so love-struck! Ji Yilian isn’t that kind of person. There must be some hidden reason.”

“Are we supposed to believe that this Omega defeated Ji Yilian through sheer skill? That’s absurd!”

“The world is full of wonders. Why can’t we believe it? You’re underestimating us Omegas. What if Yan Liu really does have genuine talent? She has another match today. Let’s see if she wins, and then we’ll know.”

While some continued to doubt and belittle Yan Liu, a group of fellow Omegas grew increasingly indignant and fiercely defended her.

Deep down, however, even they found it hard to believe that an Omega like Yan Liu, whose Spirit Body only awakened on the day of the competition at age eighteen, could achieve any miracles in today’s matches.

They had been following the news closely. Yan Liu’s opponent today was Nangong Feng, the heir to a renowned martial arts lineage.

Though also an Omega, Nangong Feng had awakened her Spiritual Power early and been classified as A-Class.

She could have become a Healer, but as the family heir, her passion for martial arts led her to dedicate most of her energy to promoting traditional combat techniques.

In an era where Mecha and Spiritual Power had long become the dominant forces, those who remained devoted to traditional martial arts were dwindling in number.

This was precisely why Nangong Feng persisted.

Given her circumstances, Nangong Feng had no real need to participate in the Alliance Tournament.

She came here to gain more exposure and demonstrate the power of traditional martial arts.

These ancient martial arts, once glorious, were now fading into the annals of history, nearly lost to the relentless currents of time.

While many were discussing Ji Yilian and Yan Liu, Nangong Feng stood with her team, a white bandage wrapped around her hand, chatting with the Team Doctor.

The Team Doctor looked at her with a helpless expression. “You really didn’t need to participate in this competition. It’s a waste of your time.”

Others might not know, but the Team Doctor had been with Nangong Feng for years, practically watching her grow up. He understood better than anyone the immense effort she had poured into reaching her current position.

Transcending gender to achieve such excellence often demands extraordinary dedication.

Both in the arena and behind the scenes, Nangong Feng had upheld and sacrificed far more than anyone could imagine.

Nangong Feng was a slender Omega whose appearance often led people to mistake her for an Alpha. Her sharp demeanor and years of martial arts training had imbued her with a cold, detached aura rarely seen in others.

Her distinctive monolid eyes, oval face, and delicate features combined to create an androgynous allure, a captivating blend of masculine and feminine charm.

“I want to participate,” she replied.

Nangong Feng tightened the bandage around her hand, her tone curt.

With her sharp, short hair and slender neck, she stood out among the Omegas, radiating an unmistakable aura of authority.

Amidst the soft, fluffy cotton candy of the crowd, Nangong Feng was like a blade—sharp and angular.

This was likely the unique temperament and style forged by her mastery of traditional martial arts.

Just then, the Team Doctor noticed Ji Yilian and Yan Liu approaching in the distance.

The Team Doctor chuckled. “Your opponent’s over there.”

Nangong Feng followed Yan Liu’s gaze.

Yan Liu stood beside Ji Yilian, the contrast between them stark. From height and demeanor to facial expressions, they were polar opposites.

On the surface, Yan Liu was the quintessential delicate Omega, appearing so fragile one could hardly imagine her as a combatant in the Arena.

Most others would likely underestimate Yan Liu.

But Nangong Feng simply observed her quietly before stating calmly, “She’s not as simple as she looks.”

The Team Doctor was surprised.

“You’re actually taking your opponent seriously? Didn’t you see the StarNet videos? People are saying Ji Yilian let her win last time. Seeing them together now only confirms the rumors.”

Nangong Feng shook her head. “Perhaps there’s another explanation. Truth fears no shadow.”

Only those who fear gossip and worry about rumors coming true would deliberately avoid idle chatter.

The fact that her opponent dared to appear on stage at the same time as Ji Yilian, unafraid of public scrutiny, demonstrated remarkable mental fortitude.

At the very least, she wasn’t as fragile as others assumed.

Nangong Feng never underestimated any opponent.

Just as she refused to belittle herself simply because she was an Omega.

If she could be formidable, why couldn’t others?

Nangong Feng withdrew her gaze and finished wrapping the bandage around her hand. The team doctor, however, looked at Yan Liu with surprise, then back at Nangong Feng, intrigued.

She knew Nangong Feng well. Within the family, Nangong Feng had always been exceptional, with lofty ambitions. Ordinary people, whether Alpha or Omega, rarely caught her attention.

Not that she looked down on them, but rather that she simply didn’t prioritize them. Yet this time, she was giving Yan Liu such serious consideration, which was truly remarkable.

The team doctor immediately abandoned her playful, spectator-like attitude and began to approach the match with greater seriousness.

“When you go out there, you can use your Spiritual Power at critical moments,” Ji Yilian said, standing beside Yan Liu. Her phoenix eyes gazed straight ahead, seemingly nonchalant, yet she continued to offer Yan Liu instructions.

Yan Liu nodded repeatedly, her curious gaze fixed on Nangong Feng in the distance. “I understand,” she replied.

The pair’s inseparable bond left Bess shaking her head from the sidelines, unable to find an opening to interject.

Even poaching someone required the right timing, and attempting it under Ji Yilian’s watchful eye was clearly ill-advised.

When it was Yan Liu’s turn to enter the arena, she finally saw Nangong Feng in person—the opponent whose combat style Ji Yilian had analyzed in detail from yesterday’s battle videos.

Compared to her appearance in the videos, Nangong Feng herself was even more striking, exuding a quiet, efficient aura.

She seemed to possess an unwavering will, someone with her own convictions who wouldn’t be easily swayed by external influences.

Nangong Feng clasped her hands in a traditional greeting. “Nangong Feng.”

Wow! Yan Liu’s almond-shaped eyes lit up as she mimicked the gesture. “Yan Liu.”

Today’s opponent gave her the feeling of having traveled back to ancient times, sparring with a martial arts hero.

Just then, Bess strolled over to Ji Yilian, pressed a fist to her lips, and cleared her throat.

“So, you brought Little Sweet O here today?”

Hearing the words “Little Sweet O,” Ji Yilian shot Bess a sharp glance.

Though she didn’t say a word, her gaze was icy and piercing. Bess immediately understood the message.

She minds me calling Yan Liu that.

“What? Are you two married or engaged? How I refer to Yan Liu is none of your business, right?” Bess retorted, unusually defiant.

But under Ji Yilian’s increasingly frigid stare, she quickly backed down.

“Fine, fine, I’ll change it. It’s just a nickname, right? I’ll change it, okay?”

“Hey, who do you think will win?” Bess asked, crossing her arms, eager for drama.

Without hesitation, Ji Yilian replied, “Yan Liu.”

Bess couldn’t help but click her tongue in amazement.

Who could have imagined that the Alliance’s young S-Class Alpha Genius would one day place such unwavering faith in an Omega?

“I know Yan Liu has potential, but Nangong Feng is no ordinary Omega. Even if you and I faced her without using our Spiritual Power, we likely wouldn’t secure an immediate victory.”

This was the truth.

While helping Yan Liu gather information, Ji Yilian had studied Nangong Feng’s combat style.

Her movements were agile and swift, but what was truly remarkable was the power behind each punch and kick. It was clear she had dedicated years to honing her physical strength.

This combination of speed and power was what made her such a formidable opponent.

Though Ji Yilian didn’t voice her concerns, a hint of worry flickered in her eyes.

Yan Liu’s foundation was unstable, and she had virtually no combat experience.

Even with the intensive training Ji Yilian had crammed into the past two days, Yan Liu would still be at a disadvantage against a true martial arts prodigy.

Decades of bl00d, sweat, and tears had forged Nangong Feng’s skills—something that couldn’t be overcome overnight.

As expected, once the match began, Yan Liu reverted to her previous strategy, attempting to overwhelm Nangong Feng with bursts of speed and the few combat techniques she had learned in recent days.

Nangong Feng, however, didn’t dodge.

Unlike Ji Yilian in their previous match, she didn’t evade. Instead, she raised her hand to block.

An untrained Omega’s bones typically can’t withstand much impact.

Nangong Feng had clearly put in the hard work to overcome this limitation. Each block was solid and unwavering.

When Yan Liu’s fist came hurtling toward her, Nangong Feng simply extended her palm to meet it.

The fist slammed into her palm, yet Nangong Feng didn’t even flinch. Her expression remained impassive, her gaze unwavering.

Yan Liu, however, felt a jolt of pain in her bones and let out a muffled groan.

Naturally sensitive to pain and prone to tears, Yan Liu quickly lost ground as Nangong Feng absorbed her relentless, flesh-on-flesh attacks without flinching.

She dared not attack again.

The pain was too much.

During their practice sessions, Ji Yilian had always held back out of compassion, never truly fighting with lethal intent. Yan Liu had never faced such a brutal, no-holds-barred confrontation.

Faced with overwhelming force, Yan Liu froze.

She had assumed Nangong Feng would dodge.

Ji Yilian had always practiced with Yan Liu this way before.

Now, watching the pale-faced girl on the arena from below, Ji Yilian unconsciously clenched her fist.

Bess, observing from the side, smirked.

Ohoho, someone’s feeling sorry for their Little Sweet O.