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"Since you are seeking your own death, don't blame me for being merciless..." Looking at the calm-faced Sun Zhe, Aoye's narrow eyes flashed with a cold gleam.
"You are merely the Seven Star Peak Thunder Master; is such cultivation really that impressive? Let me show you my true strength..."
"Ah..."
With a wild roar, both arms suddenly spread wide, and a purple light erupted from his entire body. Immediately, a terrifying energy cyclone shot up into the sky, parting the void like smoke and clouds. An astonishing momentum surged forth, directly charging towards Aoye, and the two forces collided fiercely in the center of the square.
"Boom boom..." Although they had yet to engage in direct combat, their energies clashed first, producing a thunderous sound. The two were evenly matched, neither gaining an advantage.
"Hiss..." Such an intense confrontation made everyone gasp in shock, especially as Sun Zhe unleashed his full cultivation, which had reached the terrifying realm of Seven Star Peak Thunder Master, not falling short of Aoye in the slightest.
"This... this..." Zhao Ang rubbed his eyes vigorously. He hadn't expected that Sun Zhe had been concealing his cultivation. At that moment, he realized just how formidable Sun Zhe's power truly was.
"Outer Sect The First Person... it really is no lie..." Shen Yan murmured, surprise flashing in her jade-like eyes.
"I underestimated him..." Yan Ji slowly raised his head, his indifferent eyes revealing a hint of astonishment as he spoke to himself.
Not just the three of them; nearly all the disciples of Xuan Lei Sect looked at Sun Zhe with astonishment. At that moment, whether from Inner Sect or Outer Sect, they all set aside their grievances and shared expressions of delight. Sun Zhe's cultivation indeed gave them hope for victory.
"Hmph, cultivation does not equate to strength. Today, you will undoubtedly lose!" Aoye's cold gaze remained unchanged. As soon as he finished speaking, he instantly moved forward.
With each step on the ground, he left behind countless phantoms as he swiftly advanced among them.
"What kind of movement technique is this? I can only see a blur..." Someone in the crowd exclaimed in awe. However, many others looked confused because they couldn't even see a shadow; they could only see numerous Aoyes standing around.
Sun Zhe's expression grew serious. He indeed lacked in movement techniques; compared to Aoye, even Zhao Ang and the others were not on par. But without movement techniques, so what? He could still break through with sheer strength!
"Ha!"
A low shout echoed as the right hand clenched tightly, the powerful muscles bulging, the bronze skin reflecting a fierce glow, and a faint wild aura emanating from within. Strands of purple light suddenly spread out, adding an air of mystery.
With a sudden step forward of the right foot, three fine cracks appeared on the blue stone floor. Utilizing this powerful rebound force, Sun Zhe slightly bent his body, and in an instant, his right arm swung out. In that moment, a massive fist shadow collided with Aoye.
"Boom..."
A thunderous explosive sound resonated across the square as the two powerful martial artists clashed. Brilliant lights flashed in the square, resembling countless colorful ceramics shattering at once. This intense confrontation pushed their battle to a climax, and not a single person among the hundreds surrounding dared to blink, all focused intently on the two fighters in the arena, their eyes filled with tension.
With a brief touch and retreat, both figures quickly fell back until they were ten paces away, finally stabilizing themselves. A trace of crimson blood slipped from the corner of their mouths.
"Whoosh!" A sharp whistle sounded. At some point, a shimmering seven-foot-long sword appeared in Aoye's hand, his eyes fixed ahead, a chilling killing intent firmly locking onto Sun Zhe.
This time, Aoye finally drew his weapon, revealing his true strength.
With an even more serious expression, Sun Zhe did not hesitate to pat the back of his Long Sword. The broad hilt instantly fit into his grip, and a surge of heroic spirit arose. The sword was the king of all weapons; holding it in hand, Sun Zhe immediately exuded boundless dominance. The proud aura of that old man Ling Li from the remnants of the academy manifested in him in an instant.
The sword was seven feet long and gleaming coldly—definitely a Rare Treasure; the knife was plain and unadorned, worth at most a hundred taels of silver.
But facing Aoye with his treasured sword, Sun Zhe wielded his Long Sword without fear. His Jet Black Eyes were calm and composed, exuding a robust pride from within him that merged with the Long Sword in his hand, unleashing an astonishing aura as he faced Aoye.
"This young man has a proud spirit; he must be an exceptional talent in Sword Technique." Ao Cheng sighed softly, a glimmer of appreciation for talent flashing in his eyes. It was just a pity that such talent was not born in his Aohumen.
"Three Thousand Sword Lights!"
Aoye shouted coldly as killing intent erupted. The long sword in his right hand swung instantly, and countless strands of blue sword light suddenly appeared in the Void, seemingly numbering three thousand. In the blink of an eye, they converged together, transforming into waves of Azure Sword Curtain that swiftly enveloped Sun Zhe.
"I didn't expect that the young master has already mastered Three Thousand Sword Lights; Sun Zhe will definitely be unable to withstand this move." Seeing Aoye unleash this Martial Arts technique, an elder from Aohumen's face lit up with surprise and excitement. The other elders did not respond verbally but shared similar expressions on their faces.
Three Thousand Sword Lights, Aohumen Earth Rank Middle Grade Martial Arts is extremely difficult to cultivate. Even a Thunder Master Level Expert may not be able to fully master it, and its power far exceeds that of ordinary Martial Arts. Once unleashed, there is basically no one below the level of Thunder Master who can rival it.
As soon as Three Thousand Sword Lights was unleashed, Aoye's face instantly turned pale. Almost half of the Thunder Spirit Power in his Dantian was consumed, and the entire space suddenly darkened. It seemed as if the area around Sun Zhe had transformed into a world composed of sword lights, with the entire space seemingly sealed off by endless sword radiance.
To onlookers, Sun Zhe could no longer be seen at all; within several meters, he was enveloped by green sword light, and the air was filled with green brilliance. It seemed that Sun Zhe had fallen completely silent.
"Haha... an Outer Sect Disciple, I thought you were strong, but it turns out you are nothing... haha..." Standing in place, Aoye burst into triumphant laughter.
At this moment, although his face was somewhat pale, his demeanor was incredibly arrogant. The Three Thousand Sword Lights, which he had painstakingly cultivated for two years to master as his ultimate Martial Arts, was something that an Outer Sect Disciple could absolutely not withstand. Even if the opponent's cultivation level was similar to his own, the difference in the rank of their Martial Arts could not simply be offset by cultivation alone.
According to his plan, Aoye originally thought this duel would end with Zhuang Ruoxuan admitting defeat. He did not expect that a formidable opponent like Sun Zhe would suddenly appear, forcing him to use his strongest Martial Arts. Although it was a bit taxing, winning the Competition this way felt even more rewarding, and the thrill in his heart far exceeded what he had felt before.
"Is he done for...?" Looking at the silent Sun Zhe, all the disciples of Xuan Lei Sect couldn't help but feel a tinge of gloom. Even Yan Ji, who had always been indifferent to external matters, showed a hint of disappointment.
"Damn it, get up for me!" Zhao Ang clenched his fists tightly, his eyes fixed intently ahead.
"I will avenge you..." Looking at the still unyielding Three Thousand Sword Lights in the center of the square, a chilling light intensified in Zhuang Ruoxuan's icy gaze. Yet within that cold glare lay an extremely rare hint of guilt.
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