I Forbid You to Give Up

For the tournament hosted by the Ancient Clan this time, the venue consisted of nine massive steel arenas.

The competition categories were Master, Grandmaster, and Great Grandmaster.

Each cultivation level had three arenas.

Everyone had one chance to challenge per day.

Losers were directly eliminated.

Winners advanced to the next round.

And the arena defenders had to accept at least one challenge every day.

If they won, they advanced; if they lost, they were also directly eliminated.

As for cultivation levels below the Master stage, the Ancient Clan deemed them unnecessary for competition.

To the people of the Ancient Clan, peak martial artists were just youngsters.

It was a level almost everyone in the Ancient Clan could reach, so there was nothing worth competing over.

The current challenge tournament was only aimed at the core forces.

However, a minor incident occurred within the Ancient Clan today.

The Ancient Clan dispatched many people to ally with the Liu and Li families, beginning a worldwide collection of intelligence regarding Chen Feng's master.

At the same time, they also sent people to search for information on Gu Qianqian.

The Ancient Clan had already branded Qianqian as a traitor, making her a target that the clan must kill.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

The Ancient Clan's grand tournament also entered its final stage.

Zhao Bing looked at the Great Grandmaster arena, where a middle-aged man named Gu Kun was arrogantly looking down at the outsiders below.

Today, no one below the stage dared to challenge him.

This was simply because among all the outsiders who fought Gu Kun, many failed to walk off the arena alive.

Even within the Ancient Clan, rarely was anyone his match.

He had almost securely seated himself on the throne of the Great Grandmaster champion.

This person is simply too formidable, practically unbeatable.

Nine Yang Divine Skill plus the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, how are we supposed to fight that?

Fight? Once you get on the arena, you won't even have time to run!

...

Just as everyone was discussing animatedly.

A figure passed the vitality test and stepped onto the challenge arena.

Both the crowd below and Gu Kun on the stage couldn't help but freeze.

They didn't expect that at this time, someone would still go up to seek death.

Gu Kun looked at Zhao Bing stepping onto the arena and revealed a cruel smile.

In his eyes, this was just another guy coming up for him to torture and play with.

Gu Kun provocatively hooked his finger at Zhao Bing.

Zhao Bing was still wearing a baseball cap and a mask at this moment.

Looking at Gu Kun, he slowly drew his sword.

Then, without any nonsense, he achieved unity with his sword and swung it forward.

Gu Kun could tell at a glance that the martial arts realm of the person in front of him was very high.

Furthermore, the vitality cultivation he displayed was on par with his own.

This meant the opponent was also at the peak of the Great Grandmaster level.

However, he didn't panic at all, quickly circulating his Nine Yang Divine Skill.

At the same time, he deployed the martial domain of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth.

A transparent, distorted martial phantom of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth appeared in front of Gu Kun.

The moment Zhao Bing's sword aura struck.

It was drawn in, shifted, and reflected back by him.

Zhao Bing had already seen Gu Kun's methods many times.

This person's Great Shift of Heaven and Earth was extremely formidable, and its realm was incredibly high.

Relying on this trick of shifting attacks, he was practically invincible.

Not only could he defend against attacks, but he could also strike back at the enemy.

If the martial arts moves were too shallow, this person could even directly copy them.

However, Zhao Bing also discovered a weakness in the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth.

That was that the Great Shift could only redirect frontal assaults.

Of course, in a one-on-one fight, this hardly counted as a flaw.

In a duel between two people, no one would turn their back and wait for you to hit them.

But for Zhao Bing, who possessed the realm of Heaven and Man as One.

This weakness was fatal enough.

Zhao Bing swung his sword.

Shattering his own sword aura that had been shifted back at him.

That first strike just now was merely testing the waters for him.

Gu Kun laughed arrogantly and sinisterly:

Are you at your wit's end!

You lowly outsider trash, daring to challenge the majesty of the Ancient Clan.

You really don't know the meaning of death!

Zhao Bing didn't speak.

For him, the probing was over.

After a brief taste, it was time for slaughter!

Kill!

Zhao Bing shouted in a low voice and charged forward with his sword once again.

This time, just as Gu Kun began to shift the sword aura of the first strike, a second sword aura followed closely behind.

He even saw that Zhao Bing, who had slashed out the first sword aura, had already turned into an afterimage.

Gu Kun was slightly startled, realizing the person in front of him was an incredibly powerful sword master.

And his realm was very high.

He had better not be careless.

However, even two simultaneous sword auras couldn't stump him.

Just as he thought this, Zhao Bing's third and fourth afterimages appeared.

Gu Kun immediately fell into a passive state.

The speed at which he drew in and shifted attacks was surprisingly failing to keep up.

Yet this wasn't the end.

Zhao Bing's afterimages grew more and more numerous, finally stabilizing at thirteen afterimages.

It was as if thirteen people were attacking with different sword techniques.

For a time, sword aura shot wildly across the arena.

The spectators around were nearly caught in the crossfire, retreating in fear.

At this moment, Gu Kun was also dodging and weaving, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

He continuously used the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth to redirect Zhao Bing's attacks.

In the spectator stands, the elders of the Ancient Clan also noticed the battle here.

This kid is extraordinary. With only a Great Grandmaster cultivation, he has already reached the realm of unity between man and sword.

Gu Kun isn't bad either. He has comprehended both the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth to a state of perfection. However, he might lose this battle.

Such a genius must be taken into the Ancient Clan to be used by us.

...

On the arena.

Gu Kun's clothes were already soaked with sweat, and several tears had appeared on them.

He didn't dare relax his attention for a single moment.

He had just practically spun in a full circle on the spot, almost getting a hole poked in his back by Zhao Bing.

Moreover, there were sword auras he couldn't completely shift that struck his body.

Fortunately, with the Nine Yang Divine Skill protecting his body, he didn't suffer any severe injuries.

Zhao Bing was very satisfied with this opponent at the moment.

The sword aura that Gu Kun drew in, shifted, and struck back.

Gave him a much clearer understanding of his own sword aura attacks.

This feeling was like fighting against his own sword aura.

It was just that the ability to draw in and shift attacks was limited, and couldn't guarantee a perfectly flawless redirection every time.

The situation of the two had already foreshadowed the result.

One was exhausted from coping, while the other was honing his sword path.

After hundreds of rounds.

Even with the support of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, Gu Kun was finding it hard to endure.

Maintaining highly concentrated mental focus at all times made his scalp feel numb.

The clothes on his body, without him realizing, had been slashed into strips by the dissipating sword aura.

Zhao Bing frowned, feeling the sword aura that was shifted back.

That feeling of being stuck at a bottleneck, unable to break through, made him extremely distressed.

Just how can I create my very own sword technique?

Nearly a hundred more moves passed.

Zhao Bing almost forgot he was fighting in an arena, falling into his usual state of crazed sword practice.

Gu Kun could no longer hold on, and bloody gashes gradually began to appear on his body.

He glared fiercely at Zhao Bing and muttered unhappily:

Consider yourself lucky, kid. I concede!

Concede?

Zhao Bing's brows furrowed tightly together.

If you concede, how am I supposed to kill you?

I forbid you from conceding!