Only the Sword Master in the entire audience understood what was happening.
Chen Yi was so ferocious, chopping Tian Xiaofeng's exotic beasts to pieces, scattering their parts everywhere. What he used was neither a sword technique nor the Dao of the Sword.
It was simply two words.
Pure strength!
The precious sword in Yi Qianjun's hand was no ordinary item. It was a Heaven-tier spiritual sword rewarded to him by the sect, nurtured in the Sword Tomb for over a thousand years!
As long as one had enough physical strength, this sword could slice through iron as if it were mud!
No matter how peculiar Tian Xiaofeng's exotic beasts were, they were still made of flesh and blood. How could they possibly withstand it?
"Stop killing them! Stop! I concede! I concede! My exotic beasts!!"
Tian Xiaofeng was brought to tears by Chen Yi's slaughter.
Was it easy for him to raise so many exotic beasts?
In truth, his cultivation talent was not low. Why, then, was his cultivation realm a step behind the other disciples from major factions of the same generation?
It was simply because he had invested the vast majority of the resources given to him by his sect into nurturing his exotic beasts.
Chen Yi killing his precious darlings was akin to slicing off Tian Xiaofeng's own flesh. It hurt him to the core!
The hot favorite to win the championship, Tian Xiaofeng, was currently tragically collecting the corpses of his exotic beasts.
"Wangcai! Big Black! Laifu! You all died such tragic deaths! Boohoo..."
Seeing him crying so pitifully, Chen Yi almost couldn't bear it.
The problem was that Chen Yi had no other choice.
This guy was a beast tamer. If Chen Yi didn't chop down his beasts and instead directly chopped him, he would be even more pitiful.
Chen Yi walked over and offered a word of comfort.
"Friend, if your exotic beasts are gone, you can raise more. You are still young; you can start over."
Tian Xiaofeng stood up, straightened his clothes, took a step back, clasped his fists, and bowed.
"Many thanks to Brother Yi for showing mercy!"
"You're actually thanking me for this..."
"Brother Yi's sword technique has reached perfection. It truly is like taking the head of an enemy commander from among an army of ten thousand as easily as taking an item out of a bag. If you hadn't shown mercy, I would definitely be severely injured right now, and who knows how much of my cultivation time would be delayed."
"So that's how you understand it..."
Tian Xiaofeng was polite and well-mannered, truly a gentleman.
Come to think of it, the talents cultivated with the full effort of a major sect wouldn't have terrible character and manners, even if they weren't earth-shatteringly noble.
Tian Xiaofeng's defeat greatly surprised the observing bigwigs.
Yi Qianjun instantly became the new favorite to win the championship.
As Chen Yi advanced triumphantly, winning match after match, the leaders of various factions began to surround the Sword Master.
"Congratulations to the Sword Sect for securing a Star Source quota."
"I presume this quota will definitely be given to Yi Qianjun, right?"
"However, this Yi Qianjun is not currently stuck right before a major realm breakthrough. Entering the Star Source would be somewhat of a waste for him."
The Sword Master wore a polite smile on his face.
However, a hint of doubt had already surfaced between his brows.
Finally, Chen Yi's competition reached the last match.
"The finals! Wu Yue of the Carefree Holy Land versus Yi Qianjun of the Limitless Sword Sect!"
Wu Yue, a young female martial artist, wore a green dress that gave her an otherworldly aura. Her cold, stunningly beautiful face made her seem as if she didn't belong to the mortal realm.
She held a cyan and purple two-colored spiritual sword, also walking the path of a sword cultivator.
As soon as Wu Yue appeared, the observing Shen family members, as well as the bigwigs high up in the sky, all thought highly of her.
"One of the candidates for the next generation's Holy Maiden of the Carefree Holy Land. This girl is only twenty-five years old, yet she is already at the peak of the Spirit Sea realm! Breaking through to the Martial King realm is already a certainty for her!"
"I heard she has only been cultivating for a little over ten years!"
"Our Human Race hasn't seen such a genius in a long time."
"Only a Holy Land could cultivate someone like her."
"Yi Qianjun is in danger. Wu Yue's attainments in the Dao of the Sword are only higher, not lower!"
While everyone was discussing animatedly, the expression on Chen Yi's face became sluggish.
Why did this woman look so much like his second sister, Chen Yue?
They weren't exactly identical; in fact, there was only a seventy percent resemblance.
But that was because his second sister was only twelve years old the year she went missing.
A girl's appearance changes greatly as she grows up, so her looks would definitely have altered.
As his own family member, even if her facial features had matured with age, that sense of familiarity couldn't be mistaken.
Chen Yi also wasn't using his original appearance right now. Although there was some resemblance, even if Wu Yue was indeed Chen Yue, she wouldn't associate this outstanding disciple of the Limitless Sword Sect with her younger brother from the countryside at this moment.
Chen Yi switched on his Human Body Detector.
Wu Yue's talent was simply incredible.
Heaven-tier Bone Foundation!
Bright Moon Holy Physique!
Eighty-nine points of Destiny!
"There's no mistake. It has to be my second sister. Only my Chen family could produce such a freak."
Given the special circumstances at hand, Chen Yi couldn't directly reveal his identity to Wu Yue. He had no choice but to finish the match first and look for an opportunity afterward.
"The match begins!"
Both of them used swords. Their blades clashed, sending sparks flying. The clinking and clanging of their sword techniques colliding possessed both power and destructive force, while also being highly entertaining to watch.
The audience cheered repeatedly, exclaiming that this was indeed the finals; the level of combat had instantly skyrocketed.
During the battle, Wu Yue said flatly.
"Why aren't you using your full strength?"
Chen Yi had to admit that he was still affected by his emotions, afraid that he would strike too heavily and injure this woman who was suspected to be his second sister.
After all, he was a Martial King!
Chen Yi could sense that Wu Yue was a little angry.
Holding back during a match was tantamount to insulting someone among martial artists.
"Then take this!"
When Chen Yi began to apply pressure, there was no distress in Wu Yue's eyes at facing a strong enemy. Instead, there was a thirst for victory and a passion for battle!
"A Bright Moon Rises from the Sea!"
Wu Yue's spiritual sword drew a full moon around her body, beginning to channel the power of the moonlight from afar.
Her attainments in the Dao of the Sword were on par with Chen Yi's. After she went all out, Chen Yi realized that without using the power of the Martial King realm, it was actually difficult for him to suppress her.
Wu Yue's sword momentum was like the ocean, wave after wave, pressing down so hard it left people breathless.
The full moon within it was a hidden killing intent, pieced together by countless streams of sword qi. Sometimes it gathered into the shape of a moon, and sometimes it filled the sky with a chilling aura.
"Truly worthy of being a genius from the Carefree Holy Land. This is true unity of man and sword!"
"Too strong! It seems this disciple of the Limitless Sword Sect is going to lose."
"To think that someone from the Sword Sect would lose in sword techniques. It really is unexpected."
"A Holy Land is a Holy Land. They have no weaknesses!"
The entire audience overwhelmingly believed that Wu Yue, having unleashed her full strength, was bound to win.
But how could that be possible?
She wasn't the main character; where would she get a script to win across realms?
The Dao of the Sword? Who didn't know how to use that!
When Chen Yi displayed the strength of a half-step Martial King, even though their realms in the Dao of the Sword were similar, the gap was pulled apart.
A point of cold light suddenly appeared. Chen Yi broke out from the ocean of Wu Yue's sword momentum, his sword cleaving the bright moon, its light tearing through the vast sky!
Clang—
Amidst the ringing of the sword, the tip of Chen Yi's blade stopped right between Wu Yue's eyebrows.
"You lose."
Wu Yue nodded gently.
"You are very strong."
"You let me win. You..."
"If you have something to say, speak plainly."
"It's quite inconvenient here. Could we speak in private?"
Wu Yue chuckled softly, her expression highly amused.
"Alright, I admire you. I'll give you a chance."
Oh no. Chen Yi felt that his second sister might have misunderstood his intentions.
I'm not trying to court you!
The martial arts competition concluded. Yi Qianjun of the Limitless Sword Sect, who was actually Chen Yi, took first place, securing a quota to enter the Star Source for the Limitless Sword Sect.
The sect masters of the various factions were all congratulating the Sword Master.
The Sword Master, however, wore a professional fake smile on his face, pondering over something in his heart.
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