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Chapter 192: Sword Flood and Xi Men Zhuo
Unexpectedly, in the end, Sun Zhe was still superior. Nangong Wan'er, although somewhat unwilling to lose, did not act shamelessly and walked off the Arena by herself. However, the pitiful look she cast before leaving made it seem as if Sun Zhe had committed some enormous wrongdoing, leaving him feeling quite frustrated.
"Contestant 4109 wins and advances to the next round. The next Competition will begin shortly."
Seeing that the two had finally determined a Victory and Defeat, the Elder of the Temple responsible for judging let out a sigh of relief; the entangled situation between them had finally come to an end.
Starting from the second round of Competition, each round included a short break for the contestants. This was to prevent any contestants from being unable to participate due to injuries sustained in previous matches without sufficient recovery time. Although the break was brief, it generally allowed for basic recovery from common injuries.
Sun Zhe had already passed the second round, while Shen Yan's second round Competition was scheduled for the afternoon. Next up were Zhao Ang and Kuangba, who happened to be competing at the same time. After some discussion, Shen Yan would cheer for Kuangba while Sun Zhe would support Zhao Ang. Although Zhao Ang was extremely reluctant about this arrangement, he ultimately lost in a vote of three to one, rendering his protest ineffective.
"Heh heh, you were quite loud during my match just now. I hope when it's your turn to compete, you won't embarrass yourself too much," Sun Zhe said with a faint smile as he addressed Zhao Ang from below the Arena.
Zhao Ang was clearly still sulking over Shen Yan not coming to cheer for him. He shot a resentful glare at Sun Zhe and arrogantly replied, "Just watch! Whoever my opponent is today is doomed. I'm in a bad mood, so whoever faces me will be my outlet for venting."
Without waiting for the referee's announcement, he strode directly onto the Arena. Watching Zhao Ang's imposing demeanor as he walked with confidence, Sun Zhe couldn't help but secretly wonder if this guy had been hiding his strength all along; otherwise, how could he be so arrogant?
"Who is my opponent? Come out quickly! Just so you know, I'm in a bad mood today; begging for mercy won't help you!"
Once on the Arena, Zhao Ang drew his crimson gold steel whip. Instantly, spiritual energy surged into it, causing the seven-foot-long whip to emit dazzling Golden Light. Even the Defensive Light Shield above seemed to be tinted with a faint golden hue, as if the entire Arena had become his territory.
Looking at Zhao Ang's incredibly arrogant figure on the Arena, those below revealed expressions of surprise. Some even showed signs of shock in their eyes; they were clearly intimidated by Zhao Ang's presence.
"Who is that person on the Arena? I've never seen him before."
"I don't know either; maybe he's a disciple hidden by some major power. He seems quite strong..."
"Strong doesn't even begin to cover it. I suspect his strength could place him on the Star Ranking List. I just wonder which unfortunate soul is his opponent; they are likely in for a rough time."
Hearing the whispers in the Arena, Zhao Ang couldn't help but reveal an even prouder smile, his eyes filled with wild intent as he became more brazen in his taunts.
"What's wrong? Are you afraid of This Young Master? Can't even dare to come up on stage?"
"If you don't come up soon, This Young Master will leave..."
"Judge, I think my opponent probably won't come up today. Just declare me the winner..." With that, Zhao Ang's gaze immediately turned to the Elder of the Temple beside the Arena.
"Your opponent has arrived."
The Elder of the Temple was a Middle-Aged Woman who glanced at Zhao Ang and spoke calmly.
"Uh... I thought he wouldn't dare to come up..."
Zhao Ang quickly turned to look, only to find that a person had appeared in front of him at some point. The individual was plain-looking, carrying only a long sword on his back, dressed in a gray robe, exuding no remarkable aura. Yet for some reason, Zhao Ang felt an inexplicable sharpness in the atmosphere of the entire Arena.
"Hey... are you really going to duel with me? I won't hold back. If you don't want to get hurt, just admit defeat. After all, you've already made it to the second round; there's no shame in going back now."
Zhao Ang waved the Golden Radiance shimmering steel whip in his hand towards the Gray-Clad Man, seemingly considering his opponent's well-being.
After Zhao Ang finished speaking, the Gray-Clad Man looked up and gave him a faint glance but said nothing.
"Hey, if you don't admit defeat soon, I'm really going to make my move. My last opponent had two of his legs broken by me. I'll give you one last chance." Seeing that his opponent remained unresponsive, Zhao Ang continued.
Below the Arena, Sun Zhe couldn't help but smile. He finally saw through Zhao Ang's intentions; he wasn't hiding any real strength but was merely putting on an act, trying to intimidate his opponent into forfeiting voluntarily. If his opponent mustered the courage to fight back, their combat power would be diminished, greatly increasing Zhao Ang's chances of winning.
"I didn't expect this kid to have so many tricks up his sleeve..."
Sun Zhe murmured to himself. Although it was somewhat shameless, it was indeed a method; if an ordinary person saw such a situation, their momentum would certainly decrease significantly.
"If you won't make a move, then I will..."
After a moment, Zhao Ang seemed to awaken suddenly as he spoke to the Gray-Clad Man. Before Zhao Ang could shout again, the man's right hand slowly lifted.
At that instant, Zhao Ang on the stage felt nothing, but Sun Zhe beneath the Arena suddenly changed his expression. He clearly sensed that at the moment the Gray-Clad Man spoke, the entire Arena was enveloped in an instant under his control. Countless sharp and fierce auras permeated the whole Arena, almost making it seem like this was the domain of the Gray-Clad Man.
He was definitely a top-tier expert!
Sun Zhe sighed inwardly, not expecting that Zhao Ang would encounter such a master. As the Gray-Clad Man extended his right hand, the fierce aura above the Arena began to converge towards his hand. He formed a sword gesture with his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, a gray and sharp sword energy emerged, causing the entire Arena to seem to rotate with this fierce sword energy.
With a swift motion of his hand, that extremely sharp sword energy shot forward. In an instant, the sword energy pierced through the air violently, whistling past above Zhao Ang's head, tracing an arc as it directly charged towards the Defensive Light Shield above the Arena.
Boom...
A deafening explosive sound erupted, causing everyone in the square to turn their gazes toward this direction. They were horrified to discover that a thin crack had appeared on that thick Defensive Light Shield, which even a powerful Thunder Lord could hardly break; yet it had been sliced open by a single sword energy!
In that moment, the entire square seemed to fall silent as everyone stared blankly at the scene before them. Although that thin crack quickly healed and disappeared, the astonishing display just now was deeply etched in everyone's hearts. Even without experiencing it firsthand, they could feel the power of that sword energy through that crack. This was also the first time in the entire match that someone had broken through the Defensive Light Shield!
"Clang!"
The golden steel whip fell directly to the ground as Zhao Ang slumped helplessly onto it. His eyes widened in shock; the sensation of that sword energy whistling past felt like a nightmare lingering in his mind. He felt as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.
After a while, he slowly swallowed hard and pinched his thigh fiercely. The intense pain made him realize that this was not a dream; this seemingly unimpressive man had indeed shattered the Defensive Light Shield of the Arena, nearly taking his life.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to admit defeat?" The Gray-Clad Man said calmly, repeating what Zhao Ang had originally said.
"He is called Sword Flood, a disciple of the Inner Cabinet of the Sword Pavilion, one of the Four Major Sects. It is said that he possesses the rare Sword Spirit Body, and his qualifications in swordsmanship are unparalleled. He has been nurtured by the Sword Pavilion and should now have reached the peak of the Realm of the Thunder Lord, just one step away from entering the Thunder Lord Realm. He can be considered one of the pinnacle figures among the younger generation on the entire continent and will undoubtedly be a key figure in the Sword Pavilion in the future... Oh, I almost forgot to mention, he is also the Fourth Star of the Star Ranking in this year's Star Ranking List."
A clear voice sounded behind Sun Zhe. He turned around and discovered that it was a Cold and Stern Man with a faint smile on his face, appearing to harbor no ill intentions. Before Sun Zhe could speak, he continued,
"This time Sword Flood has come out of the Inner Cabinet for four people, three of whom are the top three stars ranked ahead of him on the Star Ranking List. As for the fourth person, well, he is someone called Sun Zhe, a Loose Cultivator."
Looking at this Cold and Stern Man before him, Sun Zhe couldn't help but furrow his brow. Regardless of whether Sword Flood's identity was true or not, or whether Sword Flood had come to find him for no reason, it was clear that this person recognized him and had specifically sought him out.
"May I ask who you are and which faction you belong to?" Sun Zhe asked with an unchanged expression. It made him feel somewhat uncomfortable that an unfamiliar person seemed to know his situation so well.
"My name is Xi Men Zhuo. As for my identity, well, I barely make a living at the Thunder Temple East Hall. I mainly became interested in you after watching your first two competitions. That's all for now, but remember, everything I said is true."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xi Men Zhuo smiled and walked away into the distance.
Watching the tall figure gradually recede, Sun Zhe's expression darkened. He could sense the terrifying energy contained within that person's body; he was definitely a master on par with himself.
He suddenly realized that it seemed there were more and more experts appearing in this competition, and the situation was becoming increasingly chaotic. The so-called journey through the Nine Continents might truly not be that simple!
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