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Upon reaching the first level of the Surge Realm, Ling Cong's aura showed no signs of stopping and continued to surge upward.
A few breaths later, he entered the second level of the Surge Realm!
After a few more breaths, he reached the third level of the Surge Realm!
Even at the third level of the Surge Realm, it was still not over!
With Ling Jue Lei as the leader and Ling Ao as his second-in-command, all the royal descendants stood up, their faces dark with anger.
They all understood that Ling Cong was finished; after this battle, he would be completely reduced to a cripple, unable to make any progress for the rest of his life.
The more one used secret techniques to enhance their Soul Power Realm, the greater the damage incurred. In Ling Cong's case, even if Mr. Mo's methods were exceptionally strong, it would be impossible to fully restore him to his previous state. It could take years, even decades, for him to recover—if he ever did.
“Mighty... what a Mighty! To reduce a royal talent to a cripple just for the position of Peach Blossom Island Master! You will pay for this debt sooner or later!”
Ling Jue Lei thought bitterly, his fists clenched tightly, blood and flesh mangled in his palms.
Ling Ao trembled with rage. He held no deep hatred for Ling Cong; every dynasty had its power struggles, and he did not wish for his only rival to become a cripple!
“Mr. Mo... Mr. Mo... Are you really not afraid of our royal family's revenge?”
Ling Ao glared fiercely at Mighty. Seeing his indifferent smirk, a terrifying killing intent swept through Ling Ao, engulfing the entire area!
That aura was like a wild wolf in the wilderness, like a giant python in the jungle, like a venomous creature from the deep sea, sending chills down the spines of his fellow royal brothers who stared at him in fear.
Pan Feng and others from the Ancient Spirit Academy, including Nangong You and Mu Ba, turned their attention towards him.
Pan Feng calmly remarked to those around him, "That Ling Ao, I hadn't noticed him before. He is the most terrifying figure among this generation of royalty! Ling Cong is far behind him!"
Although Ling Ao's display of Soul Power Realm was not strong, the overwhelming aura he exuded made everyone below the Surge Realm feel their blood boiling uncomfortably. Even ordinary Spirit Wisdom Realm initiates were on the verge of fainting.
Ling Jue Lei stared at Ling Ao with a mix of shock and delight, thinking to himself, "Ling Ao has hidden himself so deeply! The royal family has hope now! What does it matter if Ling Cong is useless?"
Mr. Mo sensed the intense killing intent from Ling Ao, and his brow furrowed slightly. He thought to himself, "That kid is truly concealing his strength! That aura makes me feel a vague sense of fear!"
Mr. Mo disliked that feeling immensely; he slightly turned his head to avoid Ling Ao's gaze.
This seemingly simple action represented Mr. Mo's fear.
Pan Feng, Nangong You, Mu Ba, Ji Lindong, and others were all experts; they could easily see Mr. Mo's apprehension.
The other forces gathered to watch were even more wary of the royal family.
At this moment, Ling Cong's momentum had risen to the Fifth Layer of Breakthrough and finally came to a halt.
A complete realm increase—such a secret technique was incredibly terrifying!
However, the consequences brought about by that technique were something Ling Cong could not bear.
He dared not hate Mr. Mo; all his resentment was directed at Wei Chen.
A pair of crimson eyes fixed intently on Wei Chen.
"I have an hour, enough time to play with you until you're dead! Wei Chen, you shouldn't have come here, you shouldn't have come here!"
Ling Cong growled, his voice hoarse and distorted, no longer sounding human.
Wei Chen felt a wave of sympathy for Ling Cong.
He turned his head towards Dingsheng Trading Company. There weren't many people there, but each face was filled with deep concern. Then he glanced over at the Veil woman; through the Veil, he could see nothing. The woman remained motionless, appearing extremely indifferent, which left Wei Chen somewhat disappointed.
"Isn't that Sister Wei Rou? If it were her, she definitely wouldn't just stand there doing nothing."
Little did he know that the current Weirou was no longer the same. With Mi and Mo present, Weirou understood that she could not show even the slightest hint of worry about Wei Chen's actions; it would raise suspicions from Mi and Mo.
Worry and tension were emotions Weirou could only bury deep within herself.
Wei Chen looked over at the Mu Family's side, where Mu Ba and Mu Shengfeng wore expressions tinged with glee.
"They hope Ling Cong will kill me directly to avoid trouble? If that's the case, if Elder Di wants to kill them, I won't care anymore."
Finally, Wei Chen's gaze fell on Ling Ao. The sudden surge of aura from Ling Ao had startled him. He also understood that the struggle between the two princes was essentially Ling Ao yielding to Ling Cong.
"To take the bride from the hidden Fellow, isn't that quite a challenge?"
"Let's get through this first!"
Wei Chen turned to Ling Cong and said lightly, "Why bother, Ling Cong?"
"For victory, I will sacrifice everything!"
"Are you not concerned about your future?"
"As long as I kill you, I can have whatever I want in the future! The entire Peach Blossom Island will stand by my side!"
"Haha, what does Peach Blossom Island want with a useless person? Besides, do you really think that forcibly using secret techniques to boost your Soul Power Realm will give you much combat strength?"
"It may not be too strong, but it's enough to deal with you."
"I have to say, you're making a huge mistake today. Alas, poor Fellow, just go ahead; I truly feel sorry for you."
As soon as Wei Chen finished speaking, Ling Cong charged forward with a furious roar!
"Feel sorry for you? Paralyze!"
In the blink of an eye, Ling Cong closed the seven or eight meters distance, and the violent bloody aura made Wei Chen feel somewhat uncomfortable. The speed was so fast that Wei Chen didn't even have time to react!
The power and intensity of the Fifth Layer of Breakthrough were far beyond what Wei Chen could compare to at this moment.
When he was in the Spirit Realm, he could kill opponents of higher levels, but upon reaching the Spirit Wisdom Realm and even the Surge Realm, it became exceedingly difficult to do so.
The Surge Realm was the final stage within the Three Souls and Seven Spirits system, representing the pinnacle of the seven souls' physical realm. Once one reached the Surge Realm, the seven Martial Souls connected together, forming a cycle that greatly amplified their strength compared to that of the Spirit Wisdom Realm.
However, Ling Cong's power, enhanced by secret techniques, did not possess the Martial Soul of the Surge Realm!
A furious and bloodthirsty fist struck Wei Chen's chest with tremendous force, sending him flying like a cannonball before crashing to the ground, dazed and disoriented.
"Paralyzed! The power of that punch is at least a hundred times harder than my own! The strength and intensity of the Fifth Layer of Breakthrough can easily crush me!"
With just one punch, Wei Chen was knocked down, coughing up a mouthful of black blood.
"If it weren't for the Purple Sun Technique, I would have been finished with that punch."
Wei Chen slowly got back on his feet, drawing out the Jinghong Sword, and coldly declared, "Your fists can't kill me!"
"What about a Seventh Rank mid-level Soul Technique?"
Ling Cong sneered as a black longsword emerged from his palm, entirely composed of condensed Soul Power—a Soul Sword!
"A sword fight? Hmph, you're not worthy."
Wei Chen charged forward with his sword, the Jinghong Sword emanating a flash of red lightning as the blade swept towards Ling Cong.
"Come at me!"
Ling Cong let out a wild laugh, unleashing his Soul Sword. The speed of his strikes was astonishing, and in an instant, he had executed hundreds, even thousands of sword strikes!
His sword was fast, but Wei Chen's sword was even faster!
In the arena, the naked eye could only catch glimpses of the flickering black and red Sword Lights, the clashing sounds ringing incessantly. Both Wei Chen and Ling Cong were enveloped by countless Sword Lights; ordinary spectators could not discern their positions, relying solely on the colors of the Sword Lights to gauge where they were.
The Star-Chasing Moon-Slicing Sword emphasized speed! Wei Chen's sword techniques flowed seamlessly without any gaps, one strike following another, allowing him to unleash thousands of strikes in the blink of an eye. In contrast, Ling Cong's Sword Technique focused on ruthless and cunning maneuvers. The Soul Sword he conjured could change length at will and even bend like a snake. Wei Chen could only respond with speed, which kept him from falling behind.
"Using a Seventh Rank Intermediate Soul Technique in the Surge Realm, I truly can't compare. Fortunately, his Sword Technique seems quite unfamiliar to him, leaving me ample room to maneuver. If I were up against a true Surge Realm expert wielding a well-practiced Seventh-Rank Soul Skill, I would have no choice but to flee."
Wei Chen wore a calm expression as he leaped and soared, each sword move faster than the last, gradually gaining the upper hand.
Most spectators could only see the intertwining red and black Sword Lights across the twenty-meter by twenty-meter arena, where flashes of light filled the four hundred square meters. The speed at which Wei Chen and Ling Cong wielded their swords was astonishing.
Only a few experts could discern that Wei Chen held the advantage because Ling Cong had no way to counter him. Meanwhile, Wei Chen appeared relaxed, shifting seamlessly between offense and defense with perfect balance.
Pan Feng, Nangong You, and others watched quietly, astonished expressions on their faces. They were all top-tier experts in the Human Soul Realm but felt a deep sense of surprise at Wei Chen's prowess.
This young man in the Spirit Wisdom Realm Sevenfold could wield a Seventh-Rank Intermediate Sword Technique with such mastery?
Is the Sword Immortal possessing him?
Thinking back to Wei Chen's mastery of formations, the bizarre array that even Mr. Mo couldn't perceive up close...
Pan Feng quietly nodded in admiration, "What a rare talent! I fear his gifts are already on par with those of Ximen Duan back in the day."
Mu Ba and Mu Shengfeng's expressions darkened as they secretly worried. If Wei Chen won, he would gain the support of Peach Blossom Island, making things much more difficult for Mu Qingyan and the Crown Prince's marriage.
The people from Dingsheng Trading Company breathed a sigh of relief; Wei Chen's strength had earned the approval of Elegant's old guardian, Grandpa Ding.
Mi and Mo remained indifferent; all this fighting had nothing to do with them.
Weirou suppressed her worries, her pretty face twisted in concern, her body steady as a mountain.
In the Arena, the Sword Light remained sharp, but everyone could see that the black Sword Light occupied most of the area, while the red Sword Light was gradually being compressed!
Wei Chen, relying on his exquisite swordsmanship, was gaining the upper hand, but as time passed, he began to fade away little by little.
His Soul Power was far inferior to Ling Cong's, and he lacked the strength for a comeback!
At this moment, Wei Chen had completely fallen into a disadvantage!
The Seventh-Rank Intermediate Sword Technique—each strike was not merely a simple swing of the sword but required a significant expenditure of Soul Power!
Wei Chen couldn't afford to waste any more energy!
But Ling Cong couldn't afford to waste any either!
Under the secret technique, his strength could only be maintained for an hour. As long as Wei Chen could hold on, it would be enough!
Even though he was increasingly at a disadvantage, Wei Chen remained calm and collected.
On the other hand, Ling Cong, unable to break through, grew more and more flustered.
"That kid is quite clever, deliberately pulling back his defenses to reduce Soul Power consumption. Instead of forcing a confrontation, he's just trying to outlast me. If he can drag this out, he'll win for sure."
Han Mang stood beneath the Arena, stroking his beard and chuckling. Pan Feng, Nangong You, and other powerful figures also secretly admired him; Han Mang had found a good disciple.
Ling Cong was well aware of Wei Chen's intentions. After a few swift thrusts, he slowly sheathed his sword, his eyes glinting with a cold, deep light. "Do you really think you can outlast me?"
"You are too naive! You forced my hand! With my final move, you will undoubtedly perish!"
A Seven Star Cone appeared in Ling Cong's hand.
The moment that object emerged, Wei Chen felt an intense sense of death looming over him from all directions!
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