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"Master, I have failed to live up to your expectations," Fang Cheng said, his face filled with shame and reluctance.
Liu Bei replied calmly, "You have already done your best. I do not blame you. Go and rest for a while."
Fang Cheng nodded gratefully.
"Master Liu, our two sects are now evenly matched!" Yunhe said with a smile.
"Yun Zhangmen is joking. The disciples of Wen Cang Sect are exceptional, while my Kaiyang Sect is far inferior," Liu Bei said indifferently.
"Kaiyang Sect, Chu Yixuan, please enlighten me," Chu Yixuan said as he leaped onto the stage.
"Wen Cang Sect, Iron Tong, please," a slender young man cupped his hands and responded.
Chu Yixuan advanced swiftly, appearing in front of Iron Tong in an instant. He swung his fist down, a flash of lightning enveloping his fist, crackling continuously with a terrifying momentum.
Crack!
Iron Tong's eyes widened in surprise as he raised his fist to block. The punch infused with lightning power immediately sent him retreating over two yards.
"Such is the lightning attribute Martial Arts; no wonder he is from the Three Great Families of Xiangzhou Prefecture."
The heads of various families looked at Chu Yixuan in astonishment and began to discuss among themselves.
Wang Yi was also taken aback. It is known that among all attributes of Martial Arts, fire and lightning attributes possess the greatest attack power. Many martial artists prefer to cultivate these two types of Martial Arts. However, both types of techniques are extremely rare and can only be found in well-established families like the Three Great Families.
Thunder Power flickered in Chu Yixuan's fists, radiating brilliance, as if the air itself had been dyed a shade of blue.
Iron Tong looked somewhat grim. Although Chu Yixuan was slightly weaker than him, the Martial Arts he practiced were significantly stronger, making it quite difficult to defeat him.
With a roar!
A punch was thrown, causing the air to explode with a series of thunderous sounds. Iron Tong rushed forward, his entire body’s Vital Energy already at its peak state, his momentum reaching an unparalleled level.
Rumbling!
Chu Yixuan struck out with both fists, resembling two bolts of Thunder hitting the ground. The sound echoed in everyone’s ears, threatening to burst their eardrums. Wang Yi knew it was time to determine the victor. He stood still, watching the stage as two thick bolts of lightning surged from Chu Yixuan's fists and crashed into Iron Tong, sending him flying like a kite with its string cut.
Blood spurted out, staining the sky red, while the white granite was dyed crimson.
“Kaiyang Sect wins.”
Chu Yixuan smiled slightly at Wang Yi as he walked off the stage.
Wang Yi maintained a blank expression, but inside he was somewhat surprised. It seemed that during this period, Chu Yixuan had been diligently training and had made remarkable progress.
Next, Zhang Liao won a match, but Wen Cang Sect achieved three consecutive victories. Chen Zhong, Yuan Cheng, and Li Gang were all defeated in succession. Thus, Wen Cang Sect held a slight advantage. Whether Kaiyang Sect could win depended on the next three matches.
The competition finally reached its peak moment, and all the sect leaders were eagerly anticipating it. The next three matches would feature the top disciples from both sects, promising an extraordinary level of excitement.
Yunhe wore a beaming smile, looking quite pleased with himself. In contrast, Liu Bei's face was dark with frustration; he felt an unshakeable annoyance. Next up was supposed to be Jin Qinghan, but he was only at the third level of the Yuan Realm, clearly not a match for the third top disciple of Wen Cang Sect. Both Yang Kaihe and Liu Ba also appeared slightly disheartened; their strength fell short. It seemed that this time, Kaiyang Sect was destined to lose.
“Wen Cang Sect Jiang Chao, may I ask for your guidance?” A handsome young man clasped his fists and said.
Jin Qinghan's gaze was as cold as frost. Without any visible movement, he had already vanished from his original spot, standing on the stage like Azure Pine, looking at Jiang Chao with an emotionless expression.
“Yuan Realm Third Layer.”
Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.
“Did I see that correctly? This Kaiyang Sect actually sent a Yuan Realm Third Layer disciple to battle?”
“Sigh, it seems that this Kaiyang Sect is getting worse year by year. Although Iron Curtain has not yet fought, in this competition between the two sects, Kaiyang Sect is likely to lose again.”
“Hahaha, does Kaiyang Sect really have no one left? You actually called him out to fight me?” Jiang Chao looked at Jin Qinghan, initially surprised, then laughed heartily and said, “You are not my opponent. Hurry up and step down so that Iron Curtain can come up and fight me.”
Liu Bei and the others turned pale upon hearing this. Suddenly, they heard Yunhe laughing and saying, “Liu Zongzhu, could it be that your Kaiyang Sect really has no one left? This person is merely a Yuan Realm Third Layer disciple; how could he be a match for Jiang Chao? Why not call him down to avoid tarnishing your Kaiyang Sect’s reputation?”
Just as Liu Bei was about to respond, he saw a cold light shoot from Jin Qinghan's eyes, and then a sword light shot out like lightning.
The sword light was chilling, slicing through the air like a bolt of lightning, appearing before Jiang Chao in the blink of an eye.
“Hmph, mere tricks.” Jiang Chao snorted coldly, completely disregarding Jin Qinghan. With his fingers spread open, he lightly grasped the incoming sword light. With a crackling sound, the sword light shattered into countless sparks.
Jin Qinghan remained expressionless, holding the Remaining Cloud Sword, which radiated a dazzling cold light, casting beams of icy brilliance under the sunlight that made it hard for people to open their eyes.
“Hmph, you might as well use all your techniques; otherwise, you won't have this opportunity again,” Jiang Chao said disdainfully while looking at Jin Qinghan.
Without a word, a beam of sword light pierced through the air.
Jiang Chao's expression suddenly turned cold, his body rising from the ground. With a wide-open hand, a red light shot out like a sharp arrow.
Puff!
The red light had no resistance; with a hissing sound, it was shattered by the sword light and swiftly stabbed towards Jiang Chao's throat. With an angry roar, Jiang Chao crossed his arms, and suddenly, a mountain about ten feet tall descended from the sky, pressing down like Mount Tai from above Jin Qinghan.
Rumbling!
The mountain formed from Vital Energy weighed over ten thousand pounds. Wherever it passed, the sound of exploding air filled the surroundings, instantly creating a vacuum zone with a terrifying momentum.
Hiss hiss hiss!
The sword light danced furiously, like lightning rolling back. A cold white sword light cut through the sky, and the shockwave surged like a tide to both sides. With a loud crack, the Vital Energy mountain was split in two and turned into nothingness.
"What?" Jiang Chao finally showed a hint of surprise on his face, looking incredulously at the merciless Jin Qinghan. A chill involuntarily rose in his heart as if the air itself froze under Jin Qinghan's icy gaze.
The air was filled with cold stares and a chilling aura, making one feel as if they were in an ice cellar.
Jin Qinghan's Remaining Cloud Sword slightly swept through the air, forming a circle of sword light. With a crack, the sword light darted toward Jiang Chao's face like lightning.
Ah!
A piercing scream echoed as Jiang Chao's face contorted in pain. Two fingers were severed, blood gushing forth, and a strand of hair at his temple was already sliced away by the sword light, carried off by the wind.
Below the stage, everyone stared blankly at the scene. Jiang Chao from the Yuanjing Sixth Layer was completely powerless against Jin Qinghan from the Triple Layer. If not for his opponent showing mercy, he would have likely been dead by now.
"Jin Qinghan wins."
With a clang, the Remaining Cloud Sword was sheathed.
Jin Qinghan returned to his original position, standing expressionlessly beside Wang Yi.
Wang Yi was taken aback; it seemed Jin Qinghan's strength had improved significantly. Iron Curtain also showed a hint of surprise on his face.
"Good, good! Truly worthy of being my Kaiyang Sect's disciple," Liu Bei laughed heartily.
"I didn't expect Kaiyang Sect to have such talented disciples. I truly envy Liu Zongzhu!" Yunhe said with a somewhat awkward expression.
"Yun Zhangmen is being too modest. Who doesn't know that your Wen Cang Sect's Lin Wanfeng is nearly invincible among the younger generation in Xiangzhou Prefecture?" Liu Bei waved his hand dismissively.
On the stage.
"Wen Cang Sect disciple Wan Shouqing requests guidance," a young disciple said with cupped hands.
"Tie Shizi, you must not lose this match," Yang Kaihe said solemnly.
"Elder Yang, rest assured. I will do my utmost," Iron Curtain replied respectfully.
With that, he planted his feet on the ground, leaving an afterimage in the air as he appeared on the Arena.
“Iron Curtain?”
Everyone was taken aback, looking at Liu Bei with some confusion.
“Liu Zongzhu, this is only the ninth match, and your Kaiyang Sect Inner Sect first disciple has already appeared?” Yunhe was also surprised. It should be known that the name Iron Curtain is well-known in Xiangzhou Prefecture. Now that it is not yet the final match, how could Iron Curtain already be on stage?
“Could it be that Kaiyang Sect knows that this time the two sects are bound to lose, so Iron Curtain is coming out to salvage some face?”
“Yun Zhangmen smiled, my Kaiyang Sect Inner Sect first disciple's reputation is no longer just Iron Curtain.” Liu Bei said with a smile.
“What?” Everyone was shocked, their gazes quickly turning to Liu Bei.
“Is Liu Zongzhu not joking?” Yunhe took a deep breath, glancing over the nine people including Wang Yi, but ultimately did not regard Wang Yi as significant.
“You will know shortly, Yun Zhangmen.” Liu Bei waved his hand.
Wang Yi stood expressionless among the crowd, unexpectedly glancing at Liu Bei. It seemed that anyone in a high position had their own way of handling things; otherwise, they would not remain so unfazed in such a situation.
Lin Wanfeng was also somewhat surprised; it seemed there was indeed another person who could be the first disciple of Kaiyang Sect Inner Sect.
Thinking of this, Lin Wanfeng's gaze suddenly fixed on Wang Yi, for among the ten people, only Wang Yi had yet to make a move.
Wang Yi, the first disciple of Kaiyang Sect Inner Sect? Is that possible?
Lin Wanfeng found it hard to believe, and so did Lin Haojian.
"This is impossible? It's only been a year and a half, and he has become this strong?" Lin Haojian said with disbelief on his face.
"Hmph, whether it is or not, you are no match for me," Lin Wanfeng said, staring intently at Wang Yi.
Wang Yi curled the corner of his mouth into a slight smile.
The Master Brother of Wen Cang Sect!
The top disciple of the Inner Sect of Wen Cang Sect!
A figure known to all in the younger generation of Xiangzhou Prefecture, let me, Wang Yi, break all of this and use you as a stepping stone to show you that there is no such thing as eternal talent.
At this moment, the gazes of Wang Yi and Lin Wanfeng converged, like tangible lightning clashing in the air, bursting forth with intense battle intent.
At this time, many clan heads also realized that the true number one disciple of Kaiyang Sect was the obscure Wang Yi. Although this disciple was only at Yuanjing Fivefold, some were skeptical, but the facts were laid out before them, leaving no room for doubt.
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