Early the next morning, the morning sun covered the martial arena like scattered gold. The bell signaling the battle for the top four pierced through the morning mist, and the four matches commenced simultaneously.
When Li Xuanfeng and Su Qingyuan stood facing each other, a low murmur of discussion immediately arose offstage.
The female disciples of Luoxia Peak clenched their handkerchiefs, both expectant and nervous. After all, Su Qingyuan was the most outstanding disciple their peak had produced in recent years.
Senior Brother Li, Su Qingyuan raised her hand to adjust her water sleeves, a stubborn light flashing in her eyes.
Although you are the Sect Master's personal disciple, I, Su Qingyuan, am determined to win this top four seat.
The spiritual energy around her quietly circulated, steadily resting at the peak of the mid-Core Condensation Realm, yet her aura was somewhat richer than ordinary disciples of the same level.
Li Xuanfeng pointed his long sword diagonally at the ground, purple-green sword qi flowing in the morning light. His tone was flat, Then let us see the truth in our skills. His spiritual energy fluctuations were also at the mid-Core Condensation Realm, seemingly evenly matched with Su Qingyuan.
Please instruct me!
With a wave of her water sleeves, Su Qingyuan sent two streams of soft energy wrapping toward Li Xuanfeng's wrists like spirit snakes. This was precisely Luoxia Peak's Flowing Glow Art. It appeared gentle but actually hid the weight of a thousand catties.
Li Xuanfeng tapped his toes lightly, his figure drifting back like willow catkins. His long sword smoothly lifted, and the sword qi drew an arc in the air, perfectly deflecting the water sleeves.
With a muffled bang, a wave of air spread out, causing the disciples below the stage to step back in succession.
After exchanging more than half their moves, Su Qingyuan gradually became anxious. Her water sleeve attacks were always easily neutralized by her opponent. Li Xuanfeng's sword qi seemed plain, but it acted like an invisible net, pressing closer step by step.
After more than a hundred moves, she had been forced to retreat to the edge of the arena, and a shallow sword mark had even been added to her water sleeve.
I cannot hide it anymore!
Su Qingyuan gritted her silver teeth, and the spiritual energy around her suddenly surged, unexpectedly breaking through the shackles of the mid-Core Condensation Realm and approaching the late stage!
It is the late Core Condensation Realm! Exclamations immediately erupted from below the stage. Senior Sister Su actually hid herself so deeply!
Senior Brother Li is in danger now. Cross-realm battles are too difficult!
The outcome is unpredictable...
On the viewing platform, Xuanyangzi looked at the Peak Master of Luoxia Peak beside him, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, Peak Master Su certainly hides things well.
The Peak Master of Luoxia Peak stroked his beard and smiled in reply, Sect Master Xuanyangzi must be joking. It is always more interesting when disciples hold back a trick or two during their matches. Although his words were modest, he could hardly conceal the pride in his eyes.
On the arena, taking advantage of her surging spiritual energy, Su Qingyuan's water sleeves flew like a waterfall. Her offensive was several times sharper than before, aiming straight for Li Xuanfeng's face.
She did not believe that with her late Core Condensation Realm cultivation, she still could not defeat a mid-Core Condensation Realm opponent.
However, Li Xuanfeng's response remained calm. His sword qi seemed able to predict the trajectory of the water sleeves, always avoiding the sharp edges at the very last moment and counterattacking the flaws.
The purple-green sword light shuttled through the morning mist, seemingly slow, but carrying a heart-palpitating rhythm.
After another thirty moves, Li Xuanfeng picked aside the water sleeve with a strike, the tip of his sword stopping steadily before Su Qingyuan's throat, the sword qi condensed but unreleased.
Su Qingyuan froze in place, her face full of disbelief. I am already in the late Core Condensation Realm... How could this be...
She clearly had the advantage in cultivation, yet she was suppressed from beginning to end, not even touching a corner of her opponent's clothes.
Li Xuanfeng sheathed his sword. Seeing her eyes slightly red, as if she had suffered a considerable blow, he quietly transmitted his voice, Junior Sister Su, there is no need to be depressed. Your senior brother... actually hid a little bit too.
Su Qingyuan abruptly looked up, only to see that Li Xuanfeng had already turned and walked off the arena, his back as straight as a pine.
Little did she know that the spiritual energy Li Xuanfeng displayed at this moment was indeed that of the mid-Core Condensation Realm.
But with his Saint-level aptitude, he could easily fight across realms. The so-called hiding a little bit was nothing more than an excuse to comfort her.
The discussions below the stage continued. The disciples of Luoxia Peak were both regretful and proud; their senior sister was actually in the late Core Condensation Realm, so her defeat was still an honorable one.
And Li Xuanfeng's strong record of defeating a late-stage cultivator made everyone feel a bit more reverence for this personal disciple of the Sect Master.
The contest between Yun Qingjue of Yun Peak and Mu Chenyu of Jianxiao Peak was a collision of speed and sharpness.
Yun Qingjue's movement techniques were as fast as a phantom, but he could never dodge Mu Chenyu's soul-chasing sword light.
When the seventh sword shadow brushed past his shoulder, Yun Qingjue looked at the sword intent condensing at the tip of his opponent's finger and frankly cupped his hands, The sharpness of Jianxiao Peak is well-deserved. I concede.
The duel between Shi Jingxian of Qingyue Peak and Lu Chenyu of Zhenyue Peak was equally spectacular.
Shi Jingxian forcefully clashed bare-handed against Lu Chenyu's profound iron shield. The roaring collision of fist wind and shield surface made people's eardrums numb.
In the end, Shi Jingxian broke through the defense with a Mountain Shattering Punch, sending him flying and ending this battle.
While the crowd was still clicking their tongues at Shi Jingxian's ferocity in blasting Lu Chenyu away with a single punch, another arena suddenly erupted with an explosive shout, Behold my ultimate move Azure Cloud Slash!
Before the shout faded, Li Wuling had already leaped into the air. His long sword, wrapped in a dazzling azure light, chopped toward Lin Mochen like a falling meteor.
That posture was even fiercer than when he faced Fang Hanyu yesterday, and the sword wind swept the stone slabs of the arena until they rustled.
The disciples below the stage held their breath. This move had defeated the genius of Purple Bamboo Peak yesterday, and today it would likely make Lin Mochen suffer.
Lin Mochen frowned slightly. Yesterday, he had seen from afar how this move defeated Fang Hanyu.
He did not dare to be negligent. He fiercely horizontally positioned his profound iron axe in front of him, and spiritual energy poured into it with a boom. A faint golden halo instantly appeared on the axe blade as he chopped fiercely against the azure light.
Everyone thought there would be a massive sound of sword and axe clashing, but who would have expected that in the next second...
Pfft!
As soon as the azure light and the axe shadow touched, the light dissipated like a popped water bubble. Li Wuling only felt a tremendous force pouring backward along the blade of his sword.
His wrist ached intensely, his long sword clattered out of his hand, and his whole body was thrown backward like a kite with a broken string. He flew over the arena's guard ropes and smashed heavily onto the open ground in front of the spectator seats, unable to get up for a long time.
The entire venue was dead silent.
A few breaths later, the sound of people gasping for cold air erupted in the martial arena:
This... that is it?
What was that just now? An ultimate move?
Senior Brother Li's flying posture was much fancier than his sword move!
Lin Mochen stood frozen in place holding the profound iron axe, the golden light on the axe blade yet to dissipate.
He looked down at his empty palm, then glanced at Li Wuling groaning below the stage, his face full of bewilderment. That was it?
He almost thought they were going to fight for real just now, so he deliberately infused thirty percent of his spiritual energy for defense. As a result, the opponent was like paper?
What happened to the ultimate move...
Lin Mochen subconsciously muttered aloud. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the disciples in the front row.
On the viewing platform, Shi Wanshan had just picked up his teacup. Upon hearing this, he spat out his tea all over the floor, pointing at the arena and laughing so hard he slapped his thigh, This, this kid from Qingyun Peak... he is here to give us some entertainment!
Xuanyangzi sat upright in the main seat, his fingers gripping his teacup so hard that his knuckles turned white.
As the Peak Master of Qingyun Peak and the Sect Master, he only felt his cheeks burning at this moment. He fiercely glared at Li Wuling, who was still groping for his long sword on the ground.
He cursed inwardly: This stupid kid! Yesterday he must have been tricked by that sly Fang Hanyu, and he actually thought he had practiced some sort of ultimate move!
Li Wuling finally managed to prop himself up on his arms. Clutching his numb wrist, he looked at Lin Mochen, who had a dumbfounded expression on the arena, and was completely stunned.
Yesterday, he had clearly "slashed" Fang Hanyu so hard that the latter coughed up blood and admitted defeat. So why was it that today, against Lin Mochen, he was the one sent flying first? Did this move only work against the Purple Bamboo Peak?
In the distance, Xiao Ruobai nearly choked on his tea when he saw Li Wuling sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
Pointing at the groaning figure below the arena, he laughed uncontrollably, "Junior Brother, you really did him dirty! You actually made him believe his move was that powerful!"
Fang Hanyu's mouth twitched. Recalling his "weakened" state when he forfeited the match yesterday, the tips of his ears burned slightly. "It is not like I could actually beat him into the ground."
He glanced at the bewildered Lin Mochen standing on the arena stage and added, "Senior Brother Lin is quite honest, though. He actually went all out to block that attack..."
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