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This sword, infused with the Golden Principle, has surpassed five points but is still less than six. Its might is terrifying, and the entire Void has been pierced with countless cracks by its boundless sharpness. Although fleeting, its power is extraordinarily fearsome.
Even the top ten geniuses watching from below have serious expressions. If they were to receive this sword, they would have to be extremely cautious; if not handled properly, they could sustain injuries.
"This is more like it! Wind and Cloud One Sword, slash!" Ren Pingsheng narrowed his eyes and said solemnly. The Windscar Sword spun in his hands as he swung it down fiercely. Within two hundred zhang, the Cloud Mist swirled, and a fierce wind howled. Countless Wind Blades formed into blue Longswords, rushing towards the incoming golden Sword Qi.
The overwhelming roar stirred the Cloud Mist, shaking the entire Tianwu Square. They all openly displayed their astonishment, wide-eyed as they watched who would emerge victorious in the Arena.
At this moment, the golden Sword Qi had consumed more than half of its energy when suddenly it burst forth with brilliance, slicing through the bewildering Cloud Mist and heading straight for Ren Pingsheng.
"Indeed impressive; the power of the seventy-five percent Wind and Cloud One Sword still falls short. If I could comprehend eighty percent, I could easily suppress the five points of Profound Meaning," Ren Pingsheng sighed softly. The Windscar Sword turned again, and he gathered the remaining Cloud Mist in front of him, forming a Light Barrier that firmly protected him.
"Boom..." The golden Sword Qi collided with the Light Barrier, producing a violent roar that shook the barrier. The Cloud Mist was gradually diminished; unfortunately, the Sword Qi was ultimately exhausted without breaking through the Light Barrier.
Ren Pingsheng swiftly moved, causing the Light Barrier to vanish. Dressed in green, he remained unblemished. That terrifying sword strike had inflicted no harm upon him.
"You..." Xuan Wudao's face changed drastically; he did not expect his strongest strike to yield no desired results. He raised his sword again and slashed out once more. The sharpness descended again as golden Sword Qi surged toward him.
Unfortunately, he still found himself helpless against Ren Pingsheng; even if he could cut through the swirling Cloud Mist, he could not breach that final layer of defensive Light Barrier.
"Damn it, how can this be?" After three consecutive strikes met with the same outcome, Xuan Wudao began to panic. After these three strikes, more than half of his True Qi was depleted, and he dared not use his strongest Sword Technique recklessly anymore.
"Oh? Why have you stopped? Since that's the case, then receive my strike! Wind and Cloud One Sword, slash!" Ren Pingsheng said lightly. The Windscar Sword turned without hesitation as Storm Rising engulfed Xuan Wudao.
"Damn it, break for me!" His furious roar echoed from within the Cloud Mist as Sword Qi surged forth; golden sharpness flashed again as he broke through the Cloud Mist and emerged.
Unfortunately for Xuan Wudao, Ren Pingsheng did not let him off easily. Just as he emerged, another sword struck down. His True Qi seemed limitless as he relentlessly slashed out one after another, forcing Xuan Wudao to use his strongest Sword Technique repeatedly just to escape.
In the end, Xuan Wudao's True Qi was being consumed at an alarming rate. However, Ren Pingsheng remained calm; less than one-third of his True Qi had been expended—he still had plenty left. This was the power brought by Ancient Lan Divine Art; his True Qi was nearly twice that of an equal-level opponent.
"Damn it, die for me!" Xuan Wudao realized that continuing this way would lead to disaster. He no longer held back and infused all of his True Qi and Profound Meaning into a single strike. A terrifying might spread across the Arena once more. This time, his strike was even more powerful; it only consumed half of his energy to break through the swirling Cloud Mist and countless Wind Blades.
"Storm of Wind, Cloud, and Thunder, protect!" Ren Pingsheng's expression changed slightly in surprise. With a movement of his Windscar Sword, Azure Wind howled as Cloud Mist enveloped him and Thunder Light flickered. A more resilient and shimmering Light Barrier formed to block that raging Sword Qi. Previously he had only utilized Cloud Realm to create a Light Barrier; this time it was a fusion of three elements that significantly increased its power multiple times over.
"Bang bang..." The endless sharpness continuously stimulated the light, falling like raindrops. Unfortunately, in the end, it only stirred up a ripple before dissipating helplessly.
"Heavenly Sword Style, slash!" As the Sword Qi vanished, Ren Pingsheng's Windscar Sword swept down. The white Sword Qi flashed and reached Xuan Wudao in an instant. He seemed not to expect that Ren Pingsheng not only blocked it but also retaliated so quickly.
That previous sword strike could be said to be a desperate gamble, consuming almost all of his already abundant True Qi. Coupled with the speed of this sword being extremely fast and sudden, it caused him to react half a beat too late, and he was directly sent flying. A series of blood droplets fell from the air, landing outside the Arena.
In the end, it was Ren Pingsheng who emerged victorious, which surprised some people. This gave many a deeper understanding of the leader of the Four Dark Horses while speculating how far he could go.
"With more robust True Qi than his peers and a defensive Sword Technique that integrates three Artistic Conceptions, this kid is indeed impressive. I just wonder if this is all he has," the other top ten geniuses looked at Ren Pingsheng on the Arena with serious expressions.
Two geniuses whose strengths were originally similar could completely suppress the other side with abundant True Qi to achieve victory. Ren Pingsheng on the Arena fully demonstrated this point.
"Just one Xuan Wudao is so hard to deal with; I don't know who my next opponent will be," Ren Pingsheng said softly as he scanned the surroundings. Although he had reserved some strength just now, it wasn't much. If he faced someone even stronger, it would be quite challenging for him.
Having won a match and successfully entered the top five, he now had the opportunity to continue advancing for first place.
The next match was between Xiao Zhantian and Yin Wuying. Xiao Zhantian's battle style was bold and unrestrained, while Yin Wuying's was extremely peculiar. Their battle intrigued many people, leaving them wondering who would win in the end.
Xiao Zhantian's strength was not weak; his comprehension of Thunder's Essence made him incredibly fierce in battle. Unfortunately, Yin Wuying's peculiarity surpassed that; after dark clouds obscured the sun, his figure became indistinguishable among numerous illusions. Even though the violent Thunder's Realm enveloped the entire Arena, it couldn't affect him.
In the end, Yin Wuying unleashed an All-Encompassing Phenomenon, a bizarre Secret Technique. Countless phantoms seemed to gain consciousness and coordinated their attacks; several of them possessed Half-Step Monarch strength. Although they disappeared after just three breaths, Xiao Zhantian was caught off guard and severely injured, losing the match.
"What a strange Secret Technique; it doesn't act on oneself but rather on the illusions. Some of them possess their own strength for a very short time, making it nearly impossible to defend against amidst countless phantoms."
Ren Pingsheng looked on solemnly as he contemplated countermeasures in his heart. No one could guarantee who his next opponent would be. Ren Pingsheng had never been overly confident about luck.
Yin Wuying's already formidable and peculiar strength was troublesome enough. Now that he suddenly used such a bizarre Secret Technique, his power became even more terrifying. Many among these ten had little confidence in being able to withstand it and began to ponder deeply.
The third match was between Tang Sheng and Xuanji Zi; their strengths were quite comparable. Xuanji Zi comprehended Ice's Profound Meaning while Tang Sheng understood Cloud's Profound Meaning. His ability to condense clouds into threads allowed him to battle with great adaptability, seamlessly transitioning between offense and defense.
Xuanji Zi's Ice's Profound Meaning was countered by Tang Sheng's Cloud's Profound Meaning each time he attempted to freeze. Then with a shake of Cloud's Profound Meaning, any ice from Ice's Profound Meaning was easily shattered.
Xuanji Zi couldn't do anything against Tang Sheng; even though his Ice's Profound Meaning could delay the attack of cloud threads, it couldn't break through Tang Sheng's defense.
In the end, after a tough battle, Tang Sheng seized an opening and defeated Xuanji Zi, winning the match. Like Ren Pingsheng, he also entered the top five.
The fourth match was between Murong Ming and Wan Xuan. One was dressed in a black robe, with his face deeply concealed within the garment, making it difficult to discern his features. The other wore a purple long dress, her beauty unparalleled and captivating. With every smile and frown, she exuded countless charms.
"Young Master Murong, I greet you here," Wan Xuan said with a charming smile, her words seemingly imbued with a unique allure that left those who heard them momentarily stunned. It felt as if a dream lover was whispering sweet nothings in their ears, expressing longing.
"This kind of artistic conception is indeed quite bizarre," Ren Pingsheng remarked, regaining his composure but appearing somewhat uncomfortable.
On stage, Murong Ming seemed unfazed, showing no signs of reaction. His expression remained obscured, and he showed no intention of making a move.
"How about letting me win this match? I promise to reward you well, Young Master Murong," she continued. However, the more she spoke, the more the expressions of those around her darkened. Some appeared conflicted, as if they were struggling to suppress something. Those with weaker resolve began to look dazed.
"Are you done? Then let's get started!" After a brief silence, Murong Ming suddenly spoke up, his voice somewhat hoarse, seemingly unaffected by Wan Xuan's artistic conception.
"Hmph, what an unromantic fellow," Wan Xuan's expression changed as she waved her delicate hand. It seemed as if countless beauties were dancing gracefully, whispering sweetly and filling the air with fragrance—a scene full of springtime vitality.
"Boring!" He waved his hand dismissively, and countless demonic energies enveloped the arena, causing everything to vanish. Soon after, Wan Xuan's startled cry echoed through the air; moments later, she was hurled out with a pained scream. Her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with terror.
The others had no idea what had transpired in the center; it all ended too quickly. Even the top ten experts could only catch a fleeting glimpse of Murong Ming attacking fiercely amidst the demonic energy. Wan Xuan barely managed to defend against a few strikes before retreating injured.
In the end, Wan Xuan conceded defeat, bringing the match to a close. Her alluring profound meaning had no effect on Murong Ming; even her illusions proved ineffective. Continuing further would be unnecessary; it was likely that she would suffer more than just minor injuries.
The others were astonished at how quickly Murong Ming won the match. However, realizing that Wan Xuan's charms had no impact on him made it all clear. With such an opponent and her greatest asset rendered useless, it was no surprise that she lost.
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